All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE LYCAN KING: CHOSEN BY THE MOON: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Keira's POV I stared in awe, unable to withstand the aura oozing from him. I bowed my head in reverence. That single act alone made me realise that this was the Lycan King. If I had been a normal werewolf, I would be prostrating. He was as powerful as the rumours said. But young? Handsome? I had heard he was an old man who had buried every companion he ever had. Nothing about him matched that story. He pulled back the weight of his aura, and I lifted my head. "Lycan King, what do we owe this honour? Your wedding to my sister isn't until a week's time." He raised his brow and leaned forward to me. "Your sister? I could smell your Alpha aura from a mile away, Sunflower. Aren't you the only daughter of the Alpha?" His intense gaze and open stare made me unable to speak for a moment, and then I breathed in… and regretted it almost immediately. His scent was… clouding. Intoxicating in the sense that it both overwhelmed and drew you closer. "I… I," I started and stopped,

Keira's POV "You're the Alpha heir," my father said, setting down his cup. "You can't abandon the pack like this. Your mother and I need you here." "Zeke is a good gamma," I said, my voice steady even though my hands were shaking at my sides. "He's powerful, capable, and he'll make a fine Alpha standing beside her. Lyra will make him a good wife. She'll make a fine Luna for this pack." Lyra let out a giggle and threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck so tightly I choked on her overwhelming perfume. "Thank you, sister," she said loudly enough for everyone at the table to hear. "I always knew you were misunderstood. I know deep down that you care about me." Then she leaned in close to my ear, her voice dropping to a whisper so I was the only person who could hear what she was saying. "Good. You've learned your place. Don't bother pretending anymore. Zeke never loved you, and he never will." I shoved her back with a small push of my aura, just enough to put space be

MAGNUS’ POV"Well, well, Sunflower," I said slowly, staring at her intensely. "Surprise, surprise. Things just got a lot more interesting.”My voice stayed low and steady. The words hung between us. Keira’s eyes widened, confusion flashing across her face like a storm cloud rolling in fast. She had expected anger. I could see it in the way her shoulders tensed and her fingers curled at her sides. Instead I stood there smiling, letting the truth settle. I had known from the moment I first caught her scent in that crowded hall weeks ago. That pull, that wild sweetness that cut through every other smell, had dragged me straight to her. My doubts had flickered when her adopted sister, Lyra fluttered around pretending to be the gentle one, but I had watched how Zeke gripped her sister’s arm too tight and how Keira’s eyes hid sharp pain beneath the surface. Lyra wore victimhood like armor while sharpening knives underneath. I had wanted this marriage with Keira from the start. Thank the M

MAGNUS’ POVI paced the study with a glass of dark whiskey in my hand, the fire crackling low in the hearth. Sleep refused to come as usual. Every time I closed my eyes the wraiths that had plagued me from a young age gathered. Tonight felt heavier than most. My wolf, Ragnar, prowled restlessly inside my skull, pushing against my ribs with a single demand. “Go to her. She’s ours. Go to her, Magnus.” I downed another swallow and slammed the glass on the oak desk. “Get a grip of yourself, Ragnar,” I growled under my breath. “She’s not our mate. Our mate died years ago. This is an alliance. Nothing more.”Ragnar snarled back, unconvinced. The beast had stayed quiet and cold for so long that this sudden agitation unsettled me. He wanted Keira close. He wanted her scent wrapped around us. I sighed heavily as I shoved the feeling down and poured more whiskey. The bottle was nearly empty. I knew the drink would not help the illness gnawing at my veins, but it dulled the edges enough to keep