All Chapters of The Lycan King's Silver Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I leaned back in my high-backed leather chair, legs spread wide, head tilted against the plush cushion. My eyes were closed, but every sense was razor-sharp — drinking in the thick tension in the room, the sharp edge of fear, and the desperate hunger rolling off the girl on her knees before me.Sara, my newest maid, worked frantically between my thighs. Her movements were eager but sloppy, driven more by terror than skill. I didn’t care. Technique meant nothing to me. What mattered was the submission. The raw power surging through my veins as she worshipped me with her mouth, her hands clutching my thighs like a lifeline.“That’s it,” I murmured, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, arrogant and satisfied by the sheer dominance of the moment. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”She whimpered around me, the vibration sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up my spine. I could hear her heart hammering wildly — a frantic drumbeat of fear and twisted desire. She w

Bella's POVThe door of the Crimson Ledger clicked shut behind me, muffling the sharp wind that had been cutting through the courtyard. I let myself rest against the cool wood for a moment, eyes closed, breathing in the familiar mustiness of old paper and ink. It settled something in me. It felt normal.After the storm of the council chamber, after the crushing weight of Kattie's contempt pressing down like a physical thing, this place felt like shelter. I'd braced for whispers to follow me even here, but as I smoothed down my blouse and skirt, I told myself the worst had passed. The plot had been dragged into the light. Mira had admitted her part. And Thor had chosen me.Chosen me.The thought sent a warm ripple through my chest, cutting briefly through the fear still lodged there. I pushed off the door and made my way toward the archives, my footsteps the only sound in the hushed corridor."Morning, Bella," Marcus called from the front desk, sounding brighter than usual."Morning, M

Thor's POVThe strategy room doors groaned under my push, and the smell of old parchment and beeswax rushed to meet me.Beneath my skin, my wolf paced like something trapped — claws dragging against the inside of my ribs. It had been restless since the council meeting, since I'd chosen Bella over Kattie, but tonight the unease had sharpened into something more exact."Your Majesty."A guard knelt in the corridor, head lowered, a sealed scroll in his hands bearing the border outpost's crest."Speak," I said, keeping my voice low but letting it carry an Alpha's weight."Word from the eastern perimeter, Sire. A messenger arrived just now."I took the scroll and broke the wax with my thumb. The parchment was coarse, the ink smudged in places — written quickly, carelessly. Three words looked back at me, plain and damning.*Ronan has accepted.*I went still in the half-lit hallway. The guard barely breathed, reading the change in me. My wolf didn't ease at the news — it snarled, hackles lif

Bella's POVThe whispers clung to me like smoke, impossible to shake loose.I walked the palace halls with my chin lifted, though I could feel every stare pressing against my skin. Klaus's rumors had already taken hold, spreading through the court like rot. The suspicion in the air was almost tangible — sharp and electric, the way the atmosphere feels right before a storm breaks.A few of the staff softened when our eyes met, pity in their faces. Most didn't bother masking their disdain, their thoughts loud enough to hear without words: She's an outsider. A fraud. A danger to him.I refused to shrink from it. Refused to give them the reaction they wanted.Hiding in my rooms would only confirm every accusation. So I kept to my routine — hours in the archives, meals in public, standing beside Thor even as the air in the palace grew thick enough to choke on.That defiance had a cost, though.Thor was unraveling, piece by piece. I saw it in the hard line of his jaw, in the way his hands k

The darkness beyond the window was thick, suffocating, and cold. It pressed against the glass like something alive, waiting for a way in.Bella sat on the edge of her bed, hands clenched so tightly in her lap that her knuckles had gone white. Dawn hadn't touched the sky yet. No birdsong. No rustle of leaves in the courtyard below. Only the silence of a palace holding its breath.Her eyes drifted to the parchment lying on the floor. She'd dropped it hours ago and hadn't been able to make herself pick it back up. The words were burned into her mind regardless.*Found you, Isabella.*A floorboard creaked somewhere in the hallway.Bella flinched, her heart slamming against her ribs like something trapped and desperate. Her breath caught. It was only the palace settling, old wood groaning under its own weight — she knew that. But to her ears, it sounded like footsteps. Heavy, dragging footsteps.*Elias.*She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shove the memory back down, but it surged forwar