All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE LYCAN KING: CHOSEN BY THE MOON: Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

MAGNUS’ POVThe chef’s words still rang in my ears when I shoved the phone into my pocket. Keira is missing. A ticking force that answered every sharp emotion left alone in the dark. Fear slammed through me hard enough that my hands shook. I had faced enemies who wanted my head, watched blood spill across battlefields, and stood in the middle of situations that would have sent lesser men to their knees. I had never been afraid of death, not even when it stared me directly in the face.But Keira missing? That was a different kind of terror. It was the sort that crawled beneath my skin and settled in my bones, whispering every possibility I was too afraid to consider. What if she had been attacked? What if someone had recognized her and decided that taking her would be the easiest way to get to me? What if she was lying somewhere, hurt and calling for me while I sat in a car, completely unable to hear her? My fingers curled into fists. I had spent so long trying to protect her from

MAGNUS’ POVI woke up before the sun fully cleared the horizon. Keira still slept curled against my side, her breathing even, the wrapped ankle resting on the pillow I had adjusted during the night. I eased out of the bed without waking her, pulled on a shirt and trousers, and stepped into the hallway. A guard met me at the bottom of the stairs. “Your Majesty, Alpha Alaric Thorne of Iron Wood Pack is at the front entrance. He asks to speak with you alone.” I followed him to the main hall. Alaric stood just inside the doors, coat still damp from the morning air, face drawn and pale. He looked like a man who had not closed his eyes once. “Your Majesty, did you find her last night?” The words left him the moment he saw me. “I could not sleep…. Every hour I pictured her alone on some road. Tell me she is safe.” “She is here. She is sleeping upstairs.”His shoulders dropped. Relief flickered across his features, then something heavier took its place. He took three steps forward and san

MAGNUS’ POv She kept twisting in my arms the second I lifted her from the archery line. Her fists struck my back. Her voice stayed sharp and unbroken. “Put me down,” she yelled out. “I am not done. One more set. That is all I need.”I felt anger burning hot under my skin. I had asked her twice to stop. I had warned her about her health and the need to rest for the child’s sake but she refused. She had looked me in the eye and kept drawing the bow until her knees gave out. I shifted my grip, flipped her clean over my shoulder, and started across the courtyard with her weight secured against my back. She pounded her fists harder. “Magnus, let me down right now. You cannot just haul me around like a sack.”I kept walking. “Watch me, Sunflower.” Two maids near the rear doors caught sight of us and covered their mouths. Soft giggles followed us into the main hall. Another servant stepped aside quickly, eyes bright with the same amusement. I ignored them all and strode toward the livin

KEIRA’S POVHe stopped walking the moment the words left my mouth. His eyes darkened with a slow, naughty heat that sent a shiver straight down my spine. The corner of his mouth curved into something almost sinister as he studied my face. “Are you sure you can handle me?” he asked.I kept my arms locked around his neck and met that look without blinking. “Of course. I was made for it.” A low laugh rumbled in his chest. He adjusted his hold under my knees and back, then started up the stairs two at a time. The muscles in his arms flexed against me with every step. We rounded the landing and nearly collided with Torin coming the opposite direction, his expression already tight with urgency. Torin halted and straightened. “Your Majesty. I need a word with you. It is important.” Magnus did not slow his climb. “I am not available right now,” he said. “Check in much later.” “It is serious, Magnus. You need to hear this now. It cannot wait.” “Nothing is more important than what is alre

MAGNUS’ POVKeira’s breathing evened out against my chest within minutes of the last tremor leaving her body. Her limbs stayed soft and heavy where she had collapsed. One of her hands still rested loosely against my ribs. I stayed motionless and counted the slow rises of her back until I was certain she had slipped fully into sleep. Only then did I ease my arm free, slide out from under the sheet, and sit on the edge of the mattress for a moment longer to make sure the movement had not woken her. The scent of sex clung to every inch of my skin. I stood and walked into the adjoining bathroom, closed the door quietly, and turned the shower on hot. Steam rose fast. I stepped under the spray and let the water pound across my shoulders and down my back while I worked soap over my arms, chest, and stomach. The hot water cut through the evidence of what we had done. Midway through rinsing the soap away the memory of Torin on the stairs returned with sharp clarity. The tight set of his mout