All Chapters of The Mad Lycan Plus-Size Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

POV: King Valerius The morning sun spilled through the dark curtains, but I hadn't slept at all. I sat on the edge of the bed with my elbows on my knees, staring at my hands. Next to me, under the black sheets, Serenity was fast asleep. She was breathing slowly and easily, and the bad fever was finally gone from her skin. The whole room smelled like sweet honey and pine because of her. Zenith, my wolf, was quiet in my head. For the first time in years, the painful curse in my chest didn't hurt. It was calm because of the night we had just shared. I turned my head and looked at her. She had small red marks on her shoulder from where I had bitten her while claiming her last night, when I lost control. A wave of pure anger hit my stomach. I stood up quietly, putting on my pants and shirt so I wouldn't wake her. I walked over to the small table by the door and picked up the empty glass cup she had left on the floor when she stumbled in. I put it to my nose and smelled it. Under the

POV: Serenity Crescent When I opened my eyes at ten o'clock, the sun was bright outside my bedroom window. I woke up feeling sore, weak, and completely confused. My legs felt heavy, and I had a dull, throbbing headache right behind my eyes. The sheets on the bed felt cool against my skin, but my brain felt foggy, like trying to look through thick smoke. I remembered bits and pieces of the night before. I remembered drinking the sweet cinnamon tea. I remembered the awful fire under my skin. I remembered stumbling into Valerius's room and begging him to touch me... and I remembered his big hands holding me tight all night. My chest tightened with embarrassment. I sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to my neck, feeling small and weak. By half past ten, I managed to get out of bed and pull on a simple dress. I needed to get some fresh water, so I opened my bedroom door and walked down the long palace corridor. The hallway was quiet, but as soon as I walked past two maids sweeping th

POV: Serenity Crescent By nine o'clock the next morning, I was standing near the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows by the main entrance hall. The morning air outside was crisp, and the manicured lawns stretched far beneath the pale sky. The sound of several heavy engines echoed up the long paved driveway. I leaned closer to the glass, watching three glossy black luxury SUVs pull up to the front entrance. They parked in a neat line right before the broad front steps. The doors opened together, and seven men stepped out onto the driveway. My heart sank straight into my stomach. I recognized those suits. They wore dark gray tailored suits with small silver wolf-head pins on their lapels—the official mark of Alpha Gideon's high-ranking Blackwood representatives. They moved with stiff, arrogant confidence, looking around the grand Frost estate as if they owned the place. Seeing them brought a wave of cold memories crashing back over me. Their uniforms reminded me of Blackwood. Cold

POV: Serenity Crescent A quiet knock echoed against the heavy wooden door of my room, breaking the long silence I had been sitting in. I set down the book I hadn't actually been reading and stood up from the armchair. Ever since the palace official had shut down my search in the archives, anxiety had been hanging over me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that faded twenty-year-old ledger with my redacted record and the terrified look on the archivist's face. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. One of the palace security guards in a crisp grey suit stood in the hallway. Behind him was a small, frail elderly woman wrapped in a faded beige wool coat, holding a leather handbag tightly against her stomach. "Miss Serenity," the guard said respectfully. "This woman arrived at the secondary security gate an hour ago. She requested a private audience with you. She claims she has personal information regarding your time at Blackwood." My heart gave a sharp, nervous beat. I looked cl

POV: Serenity Crescent The quiet elegance of Valerius's private quarters was the only thing standing between me and the nightmare in the hallway. I sat on the edge of the velvet armchair, staring blankly at the dark floor. Even through the heavy doors, the faint smell of smoke and disturbed air still drifted into the room. Outside, servants moved quickly across the hallway, carrying away broken glass and cleaning up the mess. There were no flashing sirens or loud alarms anymore, only the tense silence of a palace that had just been attacked. Two elderly palace healers dressed in crisp white linen knelt beside my chair. One held a warm basin of water while the other gently pressed a damp herbal cloth to my trembling wrist, checking my pulse. "Her pulse is still racing, Your Grace," the senior healer whispered softly, keeping her voice low. "She is in shock, but physically unharmed." Valerius stood a few feet away near the large glass window, his high-collared coat discarded over a