All Chapters of The Lycan King's Forbidden Human Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucien’s Pov I reached the castle gates just after midnight. The guards greeted me with deep bows of total submission, but I was focused on only two things: getting inside and securing the safety of the figure in my arms.Seraphina.Seraphina was bruised, beaten, and unrecognizable from being left outside for God knows how long. I had only taken a brief business trip abroad, and the first thing I heard upon my return was that she had been thrown into the woods because she was "being disrespectful to Hannah." Hannah had no right to give her a punishment I had specifically forbidden.I reached the castle doors and didn't bother knocking; I kicked them open with my foot. The frantic noise inside ceased instantly. I stepped in, ignoring the stares of the staff. They were likely wondering why I was naked and carrying a bloody, bruised woman, but I didn't care. I ignored everyone, including Hannah, who stood shocked; whether by my nakedness, Seraphina's state, or the fact that she was even

Lucien’s POVAfter reading the letter addressed to Hannah, I came to two conclusions: someone on my staff was feeding information to the Council, and Seraphina was no longer safe in the servants' quarters.That was why I sat her down in the lounge area of my suite to explain the new arrangements while we ate dinner."So, that is how it will be," I stated firmly."Sir, I still don't understand why I have to move into the room next door," she questioned, her brow furrowed."It is for your own good. It is better for you to stay close to me."She let out an exasperated sigh. I thought the discussion was over, but her next question caught me off guard."But, sir... won't it be inappropriate? It’s what brought us..." Her voice trailed off, growing quiet. I knew what she meant. Our proximity had triggered Hannah’s jealousy, leading to the very incident that nearly killed her."Look, I don’t have a lover, if t

I sat on the edge of the expensive bed in my new room, clutching my phone like a lifeline. The West Wing was quiet too quiet. It was the kind of silence that made you hear things that weren't there, like the ghost of Lucien’s voice or that weird, hateful growl I’d heard in my head earlier. I couldn’t just sit here and rot with my own thoughts. I needed a reality check. I needed Eliza.I dialed her number, my fingers trembling slightly. I needed to vent. I needed to tell her about the mess I’d gotten myself into, but mostly, I needed to know if I was losing my mind.“Seraphina, what's up?” Eliza asked the second she picked up. Her voice had that familiar tone of exasperation, like she was already tired of whatever I was about to say.“Are werewolves dangerous to be with?” I blurted out. I didn't even say hello. I just needed a straight answer.There was a long silence on the other end. Then, a flat, “Absolutely. Didn’t you know about it?”

The nightmare I had only a few hours ago still replayed in my mind with a vivid, terrifying clarity that made my pulse thrum against my skin. I could still feel the phantom heat of the inferno licking at my limbs, and the voice of that ‘thing’ in my head continued to echo, mocking me. It felt far too real to be a mere figment of an overactive imagination. For days, I had been desperately clinging to the lie that it was just stress or the mountain air playing tricks on my mind, but as I sat trembling in the silence, I realized that even that comfort was a hollow deception. The heat was real. The voice was real. And the fear was becoming my only constant companion. Sitting here idle, trapped within the oppressive silence of these four walls, wasn't going to do me any good. Every second of stillness allowed the darkness to creep closer. I took it upon myself to get out of this room, driven by a desperate need to outrun my own subconscious. The room wasn't quenching my wandering thoughts

True to Monsieur Aurelien’s conditions, I had been stuck in my room for the past five days. The only people I saw were the maids when they dropped off my meals, or Alec when he showed up to deliver whatever "gift" Aurelien had sent to keep me quiet. From what I could piece together, Aurelien was away on some business trip, but he had made sure my uninvited bodyguard stayed right where he was guarding my door like I was some kind of criminal. Now I finally understood how Rapunzel felt, locked up in that tower. The only difference was that my cage was decorated with expensive furniture and luxury, and I didn't have magical growing hair. Instead, I just had that thing in my head that enjoyed tormenting me. The voice was louder than ever these past few days. It was constantly insulting me, making me regret my choice to protect what it called a "hopeless nobody." It was talking about Finlay, of course. Honestly, I didn't know who was worse th