All Chapters of THE CHUBBY LUNA’s CONTRACT MARRIAGE TO THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Caleb's POVTwo days ago, my position had felt fragile. I had ordered Maya’s execution, fully expecting her to be eliminated from the board, only for Merikh's military forces, snatch her away, and upend my entire operation.For days, fury had eaten at my gut, knowing she was breathing and plotting behind Merikh’s walls.But that panic was gone. It disappeared the moment my attorneys finalized the acquisition of fifty-five percent of Red Leaf’s shares.It did not matter if Merikh kept Maya locked inside his pack or if the lower district rioted over false arrests.Legal ownership of the majority stake meant I controlled the structure. The territory belonged to whoever held the ledger, and the ledger bore my name.I pushed open the doors of the high council chamber with a weep of my hand.Around the long table sat the twelve senior elders and financial executives.Their faces were pale and their posture stiff. They looked up at me with apprehension, exactly as they should.I walked strai

Maya's POVI turned my head to look at him, keeping my expression neutral. "Caleb will still try to fight with whatever loyalists he has left. But without liquid capital, his regime has no foundation.""Exactly," Kenneth agreed, turning his head to meet my gaze. "Which brings us to the next reality. With Caleb dismantled and the corporate board paralyzed, the elders and true bloodline members of Red Leaf will look to the only surviving heir to step forward."He paused, letting the weight of his words settle between us."They will look to you, Maya," Kenneth continued, his voice firm. "They will demand that you return to Red Leaf, take your seat at the head of the council, and reclaim your rightful pack."I felt my muscles tense. I looked away from him, letting my eyes drift across the spires of Merikh’s pack in the distance, where Merikh was still recovering under Dr. Evan’s medical lockdown.I wondered how he was recovering? Would his wolf continue to torture him? A part of me had be

Caleb’s POVThe capital vault drive was gone. The operating cash was frozen.Every financial ledger, reserve account and liquidity pipeline controlled by Red Leaf was completely locked behind a biometric barrier I could not breach.My empire was a paper ghost. Fifty-five percent meant nothing when the safes were empty and my men were beginning to ask when their next payroll installment would clear.Panic and rage warred inside my chest, driving me past the boundaries of reason. I could not afford a single whispered doubt among the ranks. If the pack smelled blood in the water, my control would collapse entirely.So I ruled by terror, if they continue to fear me then they wouldn't question me.Over the past forty-eight hours, I had converted Red Leaf into an armed police state.I placed the high council under twenty-four-hour surveillance, stationing guards at every exit of the wing.The elders were barred from communicating with the outer sectors, forced to sit in silence while I draf

Maya's POVMerikh remained seated across from me, his eyes watching every expression on my face but I couldn't look back at him.My mind pulled away from the table, dragging me backward through time, tearing open memories I had buried beneath years of survival and bitter regret.Seven years ago.The date hit my brain with clarity. I was twenty years old, living in the main executive manor of Red Leaf.My father was still alive, holding the alpha seat before Bennett’s quiet usurpation poisoned our council.I remembered standing in my father’s private study, the doors locked tight, shouting until my throat raw."You want me to what?" I had demanded, staring at my father in disbelief as he laid out a paper sealed with foreign wax."I want you to agree to a political union with the Alpha of the Lycan territory," my father had said, his voice exhausted, carrying the heavy weight of a dying man who knew his pack was rotting from the inside."Have you lost your mind?" I had fired back, pacing

Merikh’s POVI stood in the center of the main corridor, my boots planted firmly on the floor, my blood pounding in against my temples.Liam was safe in the secure medical ward under Dr. Evan’s constant monitoring but the poison that had nearly stolen his breath for the second time in weeks was still burning a hole straight through my restraint.Someone had breached my home. Someone had walked into my citadel, sat at my table and slipped a neurotoxin into the food of a defenseless child."Thomas!" I snapped, the sound bouncing off the walls.The security captain appeared from the service archway instantly. "Alpha.""Lock down the wing," I ordered. "No one enters. No one leaves. Seal every exit, shut down the lower lift shafts and detain every single kitchen staff member, serving maid, and supply handler who touched that breakfast service.""Already moving the squads into position, Alpha," Thomas replied, turning on his heel. "Sergeant Vance has the service corridors secured."Within t