All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE LYCAN KING: CHOSEN BY THE MOON: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

KEIRA’S POVI woke to darkness and the cold weight of stone against my back. My eyes opened onto the cracked ceiling of a place I did not know. Broken columns rose around me. Dust hung in the air. The walls carried the faded carvings of an old temple long abandoned. I did not know how I had arrived here. The last clear memory was the sound of Corvin’s voice in the burning suite. He had spoken of breaking the mate bond before Magnus could find them. Then everything had gone black. Fear closed around my throat. I tried to scream but no sound left my mouth. The strength for it was simply not there. Tears ran down my temples instead. My entire body burned. Every joint and limb felt as if someone had set them alight from the inside. I could not lift my hands, I could not shift my legs. The pain was so complete that even breathing sent fresh waves through my chest.Silver chains bound my wrists and ankles to iron rings set in the floor. The metal was not ordinary. Each small movement tore

KEIRA’S POVThe sight of Magnus on the temple floor tore something open inside my chest. Blood ran from his mouth and the corners of his eyes. His body shook under the weight of the unseen forces that still tried to crush him. He had come for me. He was dying for me. The silver chains burned against my skin and the earlier stab wounds pulsed with every heartbeat, yet the need to reach him rose stronger than the pain. I dragged every remaining scrap of strength from the broken places inside me and called the white wolf. The power answered in a surge that felt like fire and ice together. White light flooded my limbs. Bones lengthened and reformed with a series of sharp cracks that echoed off the stone walls. Fur the color of fresh snow covered my skin in a wave of heat. The chains that had held me glowed red and then snapped in a shower of molten links that hissed against the floor. I stood free on four paws and the chamber shook under the force of the change. The air itself seemed to

KEIRA’S POVAnger burned steady and hot in my chest as I walked the center aisle toward the platform. Every eye on the field followed my steps. The green ceremonial gown moved with me. The afternoon light caught the silver thread at the collar. I climbed the first two steps and stopped directly in front of my parents. My father sat silent, shoulders rounded, eyes fixed on the wooden boards beneath his feet. My mother held her spine straight and her chin high. She was the one who had shaped every rejection. She was the one who had chosen Lyra over blood again and again. I locked my gaze on her face and let the single word leave my mouth with all the weight I had carried for years.“Why?” The question hung in the air. The drums had already fallen silent. No one moved. “Why do you hate me so much?” I asked. My voice stayed level even though my hands trembled at my sides. “Why could you never love me like your own daughter? I waited. I tried. I stayed quiet when you turned away. I acc

KEIRA’S POVI woke to soft morning light spilling through the curtains of our room in Nightfall. The ceiling above me was familiar. The scent of clean linen and the faint trace of Magnus’s skin on the pillow told me exactly where I was. The last clear memory I held was walking out of my parents’ sight at Iron Wood. Everything after that sat in a blank fog. I had been unconscious for a stretch of time I could not measure.I turned my head. The other side of the bed lay empty and cool. Magnus was not there. Curiosity cut through the lingering heaviness in my limbs. I pushed the covers back and sat up. Weakness pulled at my arms. My mouth felt dry and my vision swam for a moment before it settled. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood. The floorboards were steady under my feet even if my body still felt drained.I left the room and made my way down the main staircase. A pair of maids in the lower hall spotted me at once and hurried forward.“My Luna, you should not be out of

KEIRA’S POVI stood in the quiet of the main hall after the door closed behind my parents. Magnus’s hand still rested against the side of my neck. The warmth of his palm grounded me while the last echoes of their footsteps faded down the corridor. His apology still hung in the air between us. The anger that had risen so sharply while they spoke about taking back the Alpha authority drained out of me in a slow, steady wave. What remained was a deep, aching need for the one person who had never once turned away from me. I reached up and covered his hand with mine. My fingers laced through his. “Take me upstairs.”He did not ask why. He did not hesitate. He simply turned and guided me out of the hall with his hand settled at the small of my back. We climbed the wide staircase side by side. The soft sound of our steps on the runner was the only noise between us. At the top of the stairs he opened the door to our suite and waited for me to step inside before he followed and closed it with