All Chapters of Loved By The Lycan King, Desired By His Alpha Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

The private dining hall was built of gray mountain stone, cold and narrow.A long table ran down the center, covered with platters of roasted venison, thick rye bread, and silver flagons of spiced wine. Armored guards flanked the arched entryways, their hands resting on the pommels of their broadswords.I stood two paces behind Kaelith’s high-backed chair, an iron pitcher of water held firmly in both hands.Kaelith sat at the head of the table. To his right was Aliyah, elegant in dark green silk, cutting her meat with small, measured strokes. Across from her sat Vaelor, his boots kicked out under the wood, picking at his food with open boredom while the senior pack commanders next to him didn't bother touching the food.At the opposite end sat Alpha Darian. He wore a crisp northern coat lined with pale wolf fur, a faint, polite smile resting on his lips as he swirled his wine."The border passes are freezing early this year, Kaelith," Darian began, setting his goblet down with a soft

The morning bells were drowned out by the harsh clatter of steel against steel.I carried a tray with Kaelith’s morning tea toward the training yard in the lower courtyard. The air was crisp and biting, smelling of damp dirt, sweat, and forged iron.Servants and guards had gathered along the high rails overlooking the yard. In the center of the ring, two figures moved with lethal speed.Kaelith and Darian.Both men had stripped off their formal tunics, wearing only thin dark breeches and leather boots. Their broad chests heaved with exertion, skin glistening with sweat in the pale sunlight. Kaelith wielded a broadsword with brutal efficiency, while Darian favored a pair of curved daggers, darting in and out like a viper testing its prey.Darian lunged forward, his blades whistling through the air.Kaelith deflected the strike with a sharp twist of his sword, the sound of colliding steel ringing across the yard. In a single fluid turn, Kaelith drove the hilt of his weapon straight i