All Chapters of The Billionaire Lycan King's Rejected Heiress : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The grand hall of the Thorne Hotel’s penthouse ballroom reeked of expensive whiskey, wolfsbane, and arrogance. Crystal chandeliers blazed overhead, casting gold over silk gowns and tailored suits — and over the dozens of werewolves who stood with their heads high, their eyes glowing faintly in the dimmer corners. At the front of the room, on a raised dais beneath a banner embroidered with the Northern Pack crest, stood Alexander Thorne.My mate.My heart hammered so hard against my ribs I thought it might crack. I gripped the edges of the cheap silk dress I’d bought secondhand, my palms slick with sweat. I’d counted the days — forty-two since the Moon Goddess had whispered his name against my soul, since the bond had snapped into place like a lock clicking shut. I was his. He was mine. Tonight, I was going to tell him.He was terrifyingly beautiful. Dark hair cut short, jawline sharp enough to cut glass, eyes the color of glacial ice. He stood with his hands behind his back, every line

Five years, three months, and eleven days. That was how long I’d been gone. And now, as the black Rolls-Royce glided across the George Washington Bridge, Manhattan’s skyline rising like a crown of steel and glass ahead of me, I didn’t feel the fear I’d carried when I left. I felt ready. “Mommy, look!” Luca pressed his small hand to the window, his eyes wide. “The lights are like stars on the ground.” I smoothed a hand over his dark hair — soft, thick, already showing the same stubborn wave Alexander had. “They are, baby. But remember what I told you? Some lights hide dark things. We have to be careful.” He turned those eyes to me — bright, icy blue, exactly like his father’s. At five years old, he was quiet, observant, and already stronger than most grown humans. “I’ll protect you, Mommy. Like the knights in your stories.” My heart swelled and ached all at once. “I know you will. But let me protect you first, okay?” Elena sat across from us, scrolling through a tablet. She looked

Alexander’s POV The world went silent. All sound, all breath, every thought in my head vanished the moment those words left her mouth. This is my son. And he has your eyes. My feet moved before I told them to, one heavy, staggering step forward, my hands lifting as if to reach for the boy — then freezing mid-air, trembling so hard my fingers curled into fists. I stared at him, drinking in every detail: the dark, thick hair that curled just like mine, the sharp line of his jaw, the way he stood with his shoulders squared, fearless and proud — and those eyes. Bright, icy blue, deep and intense, exactly the color I saw every time I looked in a mirror. Exactly the color I’d carried in my soul since the day I was born. He was mine. Five years. Five years I’d spent wondering where my mate had gone, wondering why the bond had gone quiet and hollow, wondering what I’d done wrong — and all this time, I’d had a son. A heir. A child I’d never known existed, because I’d been too proud, too cru

Seraphina’s POV I folded the Council’s letter slowly, my fingers brushing the heavy paper as if it burned. Thirty days. Marriage. Union. And the sharp, dangerous line about Luca — placed under Council protection until the bond was sealed. They did not want peace. They wanted control. They knew exactly what we were — two powerful bloodlines, two broken histories, one child who carried the strength of both — and they meant to use us like pieces on a board. Elena stood beside me, her jaw set tight. “You know what this is. It is not law. It is a trap. They have waited for you to return so they could lock you in place, bind your power to theirs, and take the boy when you are too tied up to fight back.” “I know,” I said, turning toward the window. Alexander was still there. He had not moved an inch. He stood straight and still, like a statue carved from stone and resolve, his gaze fixed on the door as if he could will it open just by wanting it enough. “And they think because we are force

Seraphina’s POVI burst through the front doors, cold evening air hitting my face hard and sharp, clearing my mind instantly. Panic flared hot and wild in my chest, but I crushed it down — fear would not help Luca. Only speed and focus would.“He left through the side garden gate,” Silas called out from behind us, running fast to catch up. “It was unlocked. He took the path toward the old parkland bordering the estate grounds — the woods where wild packs sometimes roam.”I ran faster, heels clicking hard over stone and grass, my coat flying behind me. Five years I had guarded him. Five years I had built walls and guards and plans to keep him safe. And now he had walked out alone, chasing wolves that answered his call — wolves that could be dangerous, wild, loyal to anyone but us.Alexander was right beside me, long legs eating up the ground, his face set in stone, every line of him fierce and locked tight. He did not run ahead. He did not order me back. He kept pace exactly, his eyes s