Semua Bab The Alpha King’s Tattered Shirt: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The morning after the scandal... Lucian was across the salt-sea attending the high summit of the Covenant of the Eternal Lycans. Even while managing the borders and dealing with hostile Alphas, his mind was completely focused on protecting my position.A fierce, delicious warmth floods my chest, instantly burning away the lingering resentment I held for his overbearing nature.I pull out my communication crystal and dial his private link. The connection sparks almost instantly, his heavy, dominant resonance flooding my mind. "Where are you?" I demand, my pulse racing. "I need to look at your face."Lucian has been monitoring the territory crystal networks from his remote location, his finger hovering over his elite guard command the moment the agitator opened his mouth. He didn't expect his little wolf to tear the trap apart all by herself."What is this, Selene? Does your wolf finally miss her master's touch?" Lucian taunts, his voice a silky, deep vibration that makes my core ache w

SELENE POV“You think your silence will shield you, Selene? Stop ignoring your bloodline obligations and get your tail back to Corvinus Manor before I strip your title!” Markus Corvinus barks through the communication crystal, his dominant alpha frequencies rattling the device until it burns my palm.“Our business at the design house is consuming my hours, Elder Lord,” I retort, injecting pure ice into my tone as I fight the instinct to crush the crystal. “State your purpose.”Markus unleashes a harsh growl, his voice darkening into a sinister rasp. “The dusk patrol has already changed guards. Return to the keep immediately. This concerns the safety and status of your biological mother, Elena Corvinus.”The mention of my mother hits me like a silver blade to the throat, shutting down my wolf's defiance in an instant. “I am crossing into the territory borders now.”I sever the connection, hastily locking my crafting parchment into my leather pouch before sprinting out of the artisan ha

SELENE POV“You truly are a pathetic sight, Sonja,” I laugh mockingly, matching her feral energy as she writhes in the dirt. “If your desperate wolf cannot bear to watch my shadow leave the territory, you do not have to fall at my feet in such a submissive farewell ritual.”Lucian doesn't utter a word, his massive hand locking possessively around mine as he drags me toward the idling transport, shoving me into the plush interior before roaring away from the pack grounds.By the time Sonja scrambles out of the mud, our scent trail is entirely gone, leaving her howling with raw fury while clutching the bloody bruises forming on her forehead.“I will tear your throat from your neck, Selene!” Sonja screams into the wind, her beast raging at the sky.“Look at the Chosen Alpha Bride Candidate now! The high-blood bitch has quite the assets!”“The Pack Elder Lord has certainly kept his favorite pup well-fed! Look at those heavy tits!”Sonja’s whimpering stops instantly as the crude, mocking l

SELENE POV“You have a dangerous habit of breaking into my space, King,” I whisper breathlessly, my back arching as our bodies collide in the center of the dark workspace.The proximity makes my cheeks burn with a violent, hot flush, my pale skin doing nothing to hide the heavy rush of blood. My core throbs, secreting a slick, desperate warmth the moment his scent completely overrides my senses.She can drive my inner beast to madness without even baring her throat, Lucian’s primal thoughts crash through our bond, his pupils dilating until his eyes are almost entirely black. I initially convinced myself this obsession was merely a physical reaction to a rare, unblemished mate. Now, my wolf knows she is the sole anchor of my existence. Every expression she wears—her serious focus at the loom, the melodic tone of her voice, the way she surrenders in my grip—is etched into my very soul.“We are standing inside the open guild chambers, Lucian,” I mutter, a small frown tightening my brow a

SELENE POV"Keep your claws still, Lucian, before someone from the patrol path catches us," I whisper, my voice catching in my throat as his massive, calloused palm sliding over my knuckles sends a shockwave of liquid heat straight to my lower stomach.We are standing in the shadows of the courtyard just outside the Grand Wolf Assembly, the thick timber of the gate barely concealing us from the lingering pack warriors.Even in the dim, blood-orange glow of the ceremonial torches, the raw power of his Supreme Alpha presence makes my inner wolf whine, my chest tightening with a thrill that feels dangerously like my first shift."Let them scent us," Lucian rumbles, his dark eyes locking onto mine with possessive, predatory hunger as his thumb strokes the sensitive skin of my wrist, sending a jolt of pure arousal through my wet core. "They will only smell their King claiming what is his."I pull my hand back with a sharp breath the moment the ceremonial drums signal the end of the present