All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE LYCAN KING: CHOSEN BY THE MOON: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KEIRA’S POV I stayed on my knees over the basin while the last of the sickness left me in hard waves. My throat burned, sweat cooled on the back of my neck, and tears ran freely down my face and dripped into the water below. Daisy’s fear pressed against mine, bright and wild behind my eyes. She paced in the back of my mind, ears flat, every instinct screaming that something was coming for us even though the room itself stayed empty. I already knew Magnus was standing in the doorway. The bond told me the exact second his weight shifted onto the threshold. I felt the echo of my own nausea roll through him, the same sharp urge to empty his stomach, the same raw fear that had no clear source. He stepped inside without a word and crossed the tile. His hand settled on my shoulder, warm and steady, thumb moving in slow circles while I kept shaking.“I am here, Sunflower,” he said, the words came out low. “Breathe baby girl, you’ve got to breathe.” I tried. The air still caught in my chest

KEIRA’S POVI stood in the hallway and stared at Magnus while the words he had just spoken settled over me like a heavy net. “You are the white wolf.”My ears rang. My stomach twisted hard under my palm. At first I had only overheard the part about removing the baby. I knew Doctor Harlan’s careful talk about strain and risk had never been the real reason Magnus wanted the pregnancy gone. I had felt the missing piece even then. Now he had handed me the full truth himself and it hit harder than anything else that day. Shock locked every muscle, then confusion rushed in right behind it. How long had he known? How long had he stood beside me while I searched, while I got worried and tore myself apart looking for an answer that lived inside my own body?“When did you know?” The question scraped out of my throat, rough and unsteady. “When did you find out I was the white wolf?” Magnus kept his eyes on mine. His voice stayed low and careful. “I found out a long time ago. When you were kidn

KEIRA’S POVI sat at the small desk with the blank sheet of paper in front of me and the pen resting between my fingers. Tears still slipped down my cheeks in slow tracks. My chest ached from the crying but I forced my breathing to steady enough to form words on the page. I needed to put the decision somewhere solid. I needed to write that I was keeping the child no matter the cost. A sudden tight pressure closed around my ribs without warning. The air left my lungs in a sharp rush. My free hand flew to my chest as if I could pry the pain loose. This feeling did not belong to me. I knew the difference. The only person whose pain could reach me like this was Magnus. The bond carried every crushing wave straight into my body. Panic flared hot and fast. I dropped the pen. It rolled off the edge of the desk and hit the floor. I shoved the chair back and stood on unsteady legs. My vision swam. Each breath came shorter than the last. I pressed both palms against my sternum and tried to pu

KEIRA’S POVTorin left the study at a run. I stayed on the floor with Magnus’s head in my lap and my fingers pressed to the side of his neck even though I already knew there was nothing to find. Doctor Harlan crouched on the other side of the still body and kept his hand flat over the cold chest. The front doors opened and closed somewhere below us. Distant voices rose and then faded as Torin ordered every servant and guard out of the house. I heard the scrape of boots, the low protests, the final slam of the main entrance. When Torin returned his breathing was hard and his eyes were sharp. “They are all gone,” he said. “The house is empty. No one remains except the four of us.” Doctor Harlan stood. “We have to take him upstairs to a room with a lot of space.” Torin slid his arms under Magnus’s shoulders as Doctor Harlan took the legs. They lifted him together. I rose up with them and kept one hand on Magnus’s arm the entire way up the stairs. The halls felt too wide and too quiet

THIRD PERSON’S POVKeira floated in a vast emptiness that had no floor and no sky. Her body hung limp in the air, arms and legs drifting as if the space around her had forgotten how to hold weight. Her eyes stayed closed. No breath moved her chest in any way that looked alive. The white gown she wore hung in torn and bloodstained folds around her still form. Strands of her hair floated upward and outward, weightless in the void.A small girl appeared in front of her without sound. The child’s eyes were covered by a strip of dark cloth tied tight at the back of her head. Pale hair drifted around her face the same way Keira’s body floated in the nothing. The girl’s bare feet did not touch any surface. She lifted one small hand. Soft silver light gathered in her palm and drifted forward until it touched the center of Keira’s forehead. Keira’s eyes opened. She blinked once, then again, and stared at the blindfolded child hovering only an arm’s length away. Confusion tightened every line