All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE LYCAN KING: CHOSEN BY THE MOON: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MAGNUS’ POVI rose from the bed at the sound of Torin’s voice and pulled on the nearest pair of pants. Keira sat up behind me and drew the sheet across her chest. I crossed to the door and opened it. Torin stood in the hallway with a sealed envelope in one hand. The border watch crest was pressed into the dark wax. “Give it here,” I said. He handed the envelope over without a word. I broke the seal and unfolded the single sheet inside. The message was short and written in the clipped hand of the northern watch commander. Lyra has formally entered the Lunar Archery Tournament under Iron Wood colors. The Thorne’s have given written consent for her participation and have restored her temporary standing within the pack for the duration of the event. Corvin was seen at the registration table. Both are expected on the competition grounds in twelve days. I read the lines twice to be certain. Then I turned and walked back to the bed. Keira watched my face. I sat on the edge of the mattres

MAGNUS’ POVI caught Keira before her body fully met the floor. The white light had vanished as suddenly as it came, yet the force of it still hummed in the air. Blood ran from the corner of my mouth where her power had struck me. My ribs ached with every breath. The butler lay against the far wall, conscious but pale, one arm cradled against his chest. Torin was already kneeling beside him and shouting for the night staff. I lifted Keira and carried her straight to our suite. Doctor Harlan met us at the door. He had been summoned the moment the first scream echoed through the halls. I laid her on the bed and stepped back only far enough for him to work. Her breathing was shallow but steady. The scanner in Harlan’s hand confirmed that the pregnancy was intact. He looked up at me.“She is exhausted again. The manifestation burned through what little reserve she had left. She needs quiet and continuous monitoring. I will stay in the adjoining room.”I nodded and wiped the blood from my

MAGNUS’ POV I woke to the weight of a familiar body against my side. Keira lay curled along my right arm, her head resting on my shoulder, one hand splayed across the center of my chest as if she had fallen asleep counting every heartbeat. Soft afternoon light came through the half-open curtains and laid warm stripes across the bed. The room held only the quiet sound of her breathing and the distant murmur of guards in the corridor. Tears burned the corners of my eyes before I could stop them. She was warm. She was solid. She was breathing against my skin. After the white light, the blood, and the way the floor had risen up to meet me, the simple fact of her presence nearly undid me. I turned my head with care and pressed my lips to her hair. The scent of her grounded me more firmly than any order I had ever given. She stirred at the contact. Her lashes fluttered against my shoulder and then her eyes opened. For a second she only stared at me, as if she needed to confirm I was real

MAGNUS’ POVI carried Keira through the rear doors and straight up the stairs, ignoring the water that dripped from both of us onto the runner. She struggled against my hold the entire way, twisting her shoulders and kicking lightly at my legs.“Put me down. I need to go back. I have not finished.”“You are finished for today.” I shouldered the suite door open and set her on the edge of the bed. She immediately tried to stand. I placed both hands on her shoulders and kept her seated, feeling the fine tremor that ran through her arms. “You do not understand,” she yelled. “I have to get it under control. Everyone in this house looks at me like I might break them the next time the light comes. The council is already questioning your decision of choosing me. I will not be the reason they keep doubting you.” I kept my voice even. “You are not going back out there.”Her eyes were red-rimmed. She was fighting tears with everything she had. She pushed against my hands and stood anyway, bre

MAGNUS’ POV I carried the plate from the kitchen into the dining room and set it in front of her. Eggs, toast, soft cheese, and the fruit mash sat warm under the low light. I pulled out the chair across from her and sat. She looked down at the food and her eyes lit with hunger. The same mouth that had ordered Zeke out of the house minutes earlier now parted for the first bite. A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. She ate with focus, cheeks filling as she chewed. The contrast sat heavy in my chest. Moments ago the white wolf had pressed so close I felt the shift in the air. Anger had called it. Anxiety and nerves seemed to wake it the same way. She still had no real grip on that power. If I had stepped aside, Zeke would not have walked out on his own feet. The thought of what she could do without control settled cold under my ribs. One wrong surge and someone could die. She could cross a line that no title of mine would erase. I kept the fear locked behind my t