All Chapters of The Lycan King's Silver Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My fist froze inches from Kattie's face, held in place by a grip as unyielding as iron that had closed around my wrist from behind."What the—" I spun around sharply, already raising my other hand to swing again, fury still burning hot in my veins.Beta Icarus stood there, his expression calm and composed... far too calm for the tension crackling through the room. Kattie stepped back at once, pressing a hand dramatically to her chest as if she'd just survived a brutal assault."Did you see that?" she cried, voice thick with exaggerated shock. "She attacked me!""Enough." Icarus's voice cut through the air like a blade, silencing her instantly. One word, and that was enough authority to snap her mouth shut.For a second, anyway.Then she crossed her arms tightly, her expression shifting into wounded innocence. "I only came to bring flowers.""You came to provoke her," Icarus said flatly, leaving no room for argument.Kattie looked deeply offended, as if the accusation were the most unj

Bella's POVThe night had turned bitterly cold, gnawing at every inch of skin I'd left uncovered, but I hardly registered the chill. My whole world had narrowed to the figure walking fifty yards ahead of me.Kattie moved with that same insufferable sway in her hips, a confidence so thick it made my wolf snarl beneath my skin. She strutted through the streets like she already owned the pack, and lately, with the rumors spreading faster than fire through dry brush, far too many members seemed inclined to agree with her.I tugged my hood lower, letting the darkness swallow my features until I was nothing but a shadow among shadows. Invisible. A ghost slipping past wolves who never even glanced my way. My pulse slammed against my ribs, an anxious rhythm caught somewhere between determination and dread. I knew—not suspected, *knew*—that Kattie had engineered Thor's rut. Nothing else explained the way he'd spiraled out of control, the way he'd turned from me when I was supposed to be the on

Bella's POV"Would it kill you to give me a little space? Just one inch? Is that really too much to ask?"I spun around, shooting a glare up at the two hulking Lycans stationed directly behind me. They stood there like a pair of stone columns, unmoving, unbothered. Thor had assigned them to shadow my every step after my attempted escape, and they were treating the assignment with the seriousness of a life sentence. I could practically feel the heat radiating off them.The guard on my left, a man with a jagged scar carved down his jaw, didn't so much as blink. His name was Silas. "Our orders are arm's reach, Bella. The King's word doesn't bend.""Arm's reach doesn't require you to be close enough to know what I ate for breakfast," I snapped, my voice bouncing off the stone walls of the kitchen corridor.Beside me, Clara flinched, shooting me a look that clearly meant *lower your voice*. We were supposed to be inconspicuous. There was exactly one reason we'd come down here—to catch Mira

The sound that tore through the Great Hall wasn't just one gasp—it was a collective shockwave, slamming into the stone walls and bouncing back as a deafening roar of disbelief.My pulse hammered against my ribs, a frantic beat in the crushing silence that followed. I held my ground, my fingers still wrapped around Mira's shaking arm, the terrified heat of her skin bleeding through her thin sleeve.Thor's face—regal and unreadable only moments ago—cracked open. His golden eyes, normally so disciplined, now burned with something feral, something that made the council members recoil. He wasn't looking at Klaus. He wasn't looking at Kattie. He wasn't looking at the crowd at all. His stare was fixed on Mira, the way a predator locks onto wounded prey."Seize her." His voice was low, almost quiet, but it rolled through the floorboards like thunder. He didn't need to shout. The command carried the weight of a blade.Silas and Kael moved instantly, closing in before Mira could even think to b

The Crimson Ledger tower rose ahead of me, all glass and steel climbing so high it seemed to vanish into the clouds. This was the heartbeat of the kingdom's media empire, where careers were built or destroyed with a single headline. And starting today, it was mine too.I stood on the sidewalk while the morning crowd surged past — engines idling, voices overlapping, the smell of grilled street food drifting on the breeze. None of it registered. My eyes were locked on the entrance ahead, and my pulse was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. This was the moment. There was no turning back now.I pulled in a slow breath, shoved through the heavy glass doors, and stepped inside. The lobby swallowed the noise of the street whole — cool air, soaring ceilings, marble floors catching the light like still water. The place smelled like fresh paper and expensive espresso. I hadn't even found my footing yet when a presence I knew instantly filled the room.Thor.He was near the front desk