All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE LYCAN KING: CHOSEN BY THE MOON: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MAGNUS’ POVI had left the breakfast table because Torin’s arrival had brought urgent news. A potential sighting of the white wolf had surfaced near Iron Wood Pack borders. We had driven out immediately with a small team, chasing the rumor through familiar enemy territory. But hours of searching yielded nothing. No traces, no signs, just wasted time and false hope. But that didn’t stop my determination for a chance. And that was what brought us to the old shaman’s hut. The shaman, an ancient man with clouded eyes, had sat cross-legged by a small fire. He had listened to my questions and then spoke in riddles. “Most times the thing you seek sits beneath your nose, yet you chase shadows across the hills. Wait. Let it blossom in its own time. Force it and you will crush the flower before it opens.” His words had confused me even till this moment. I had tried to press for more clarity but he had only smiled and waved us away. We had left with empty hands and heavier hearts. In the car

MAGNUS’ POVThe arrow snapped cleanly between my fingers with a sharp crack that echoed across the silent training grounds. I tossed the broken shaft aside without looking. Splinters bit into my palm before falling away. Keira hadn’t moved from her spot on the firing line. She stood rigid, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, her fingers still curled as if the bowstring remained taut against them. Torchlight painted flickering gold across her pale face and the thin nightgown clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. Her eyes stayed locked on the three figures approaching from the entrance, wide, haunted, braced for the blow she clearly expected to fall.I crossed the distance in measured strides and stopped beside her. My hand settled gently on her shoulder. She flinched hard at the contact, a lifetime of reflex, before the tension melted at the realization it was me. I kept my hand there, warm and steady, letting her feel the weight of it. A silent anchor.Only then did I turn my g

MAGNUS’S POV:I lingered in the shadowed corridor outside Keira’s chamber with my back pressed against the cold stone wall. Her broken sobs drifted through the thick wooden door and wrapped around my chest like iron chains. Each cry started low then climbed into sharp gasps that tore at the air. She had locked herself away the moment we returned from the training grounds. No servant could coax the door open. She had refused food, water, and every gentle knock. Now only her pain remained and it flooded the hallway with raw sound.My Lycan, Ragnar, slammed against the cage of my ribs. The beast snarled and clawed with frantic energy. “Go to her. She needs us. Break the door and pull her into our arms!” I flexed my fingers at my sides while my nails bit into my palms. Lycan Kings did not comfort. We ruled with steel and distance. Comfort belonged to weaker men. Yet my feet refused to carry me away. I stayed rooted there and listened as her tears continued without end. Fever burned thr

MAGNUS’ POV:I cradled Keira against my chest as I ran through the palace corridors with her blood staining my shirt. Her body felt too light and her skin burned with fever while fresh blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Servants threw open doors ahead of me and Torin sprinted beside us shouting orders into his phone. We burst out the main entrance where a black SUV waited with its engine already roaring. I climbed into the backseat without loosening my grip on her and pulled her across my lap so her head rested against my shoulder. Torin slammed the driver’s door and floored the accelerator. Tires screeched on the pavement as the vehicle shot forward. He weaved through traffic with reckless speed and ignored every stop sign. Other cars swerved out of our path the instant they recognized the royal plates. Horns blared but Torin never slowed. I kept one hand pressed to Keira’s cheek and brushed damp strands of hair from her face with my thumb.“Sunflower,” I called softly. M

KEIRA’S POV I shifted against the hospital pillows as Magnus adjusted them behind my back with careful hands. The room still smelled of antiseptic and clean linen but his presence filled the space with familiar warmth and strength. He fluffed another pillow and tucked it under my knees then reached for the cup of water on the side table. He held it to my lips and waited while I took slow sips. The cool liquid soothed my raw throat. When I finished he set the cup down and brushed a strand of hair from my forehead with his thumb.“You need to eat something,” he said quietly. He signaled a nurse who brought in a tray of light broth and soft bread. Magnus sat on the edge of the bed and helped me hold the spoon when my hands still trembled. He watched every movement with focused crimson eyes making sure I swallowed each bite. The simple care in his actions wrapped around my chest and eased some of the lingering ache from the episode. Once I finished most of the broth he took the tray awa