All Chapters of MY DESTINED MATE IS A LYCAN KING: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The moon hung low and swollen over the sacred clearing, silver light pouring across the white stone altar like liquid blessing. Pine smoke and crushed moonflowers drifted on the night air. Every wolf of the Blackthorn Pack stood in a perfect crescent, their eyes bright with anticipation. Tonight their future Luna would be bound.I stood at the center of it all, barefoot on cool stone, heart hammering so hard I felt it in my throat. The ceremonial gown clung to my body like water ivory silk that skimmed the soft curve of my stomach where our child already slept. Three months. Still small enough that most of the pack did not know, but I felt every flutter, every quiet miracle.Alpha Bonen waited for me at the far end of the altar. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair falling across his forehead the way it always did when he was trying to look composed. The mating mark he had given me three months ago pulsed warm against the side of my neck. I touched it without thinking, smiling so wide my

I encircled myself with both my arms, embracing the one thing in this bizarre new universe that somehow remained mine. My baby kicked once more, softer this time as if trying to reassure the terrified stranger that was supposed to be its mother.A single tear trickled down my cheek.“Who are you?” I whispered to the little life growing inside of me. “Who… am I?”The question lingered in the sterile air, unanswered.In the fragmented remains of my mind, a disturbing darkness lurked.The nurse moved closer to me, a look of compassion on her face. “You don’t know your name? Where you’re from?”I pressed a shaking palm to my temple as a fresh burst of pain tore across my brain. "I don't remember my name… and I don't remember where I belong. My head hurts…" She gave a nod of understanding. "You have contusions on your head. That's why you can't remember. You're in Lycan King territory."My eyes widened. "Lycan King territory?" It tasted weird in my mouth. "Who is your Lycan King? And… you

The royal wing was chillier than the other parts of the palace.There were two distinguished guards standing at the doors like stone sculptures staring at me with obvious distrust while Mira whispered to them. Finally, one of them nodded and opened the doors for us.I caught the smell right away.Fresh herbs. Linen. Slight metallic odor of medications. All covered with some other smell more primal and mysterious that made my unborn child kick violently inside me.Hale Cross, King of this kingdom, was laying on the bed that looked like an oversized wooden box covered with white sheets. Even unconscious he radiated authority. Tall. Handsome. Dark hair was spread on the pillow. His skin was paler than usual, but his features were still sharp and impressive – high cheekbones, strong jaw and slightly parted lips breathing in regular rhythm. Thick dark eyelashes touched his skin. IV needle was inserted into his hand.He appeared to be a god who had fallen from grace.Next to the bed was the

Vespera’s gaze flicked to my stomach, then back to the king. Her voice was carefully controlled, but I heard the steel beneath it. “Alpha, she is an unknown. Amnesiac. Pregnant. We cannot risk contamination of the royal wing, nor the political implications if word spreads that an unidentified woman carrying a child of your bloodline has been given unrestricted access..”“She stays.”The words cracked through the chamber like a whip. Even weakened, the Alpha command made the air itself bend. The guards outside the doors shifted uneasily. Vespera’s shoulders stiffened.“The child she carries is of my blood,” Hale continued, each syllable deliberate. “I felt it the moment I opened my eyes. The bond is unmistakable. Until I understand how that is possible until I know exactly who she is and how she came to carry what is mine she does not leave my side.”Silence fell, thick and heavy.I stood in the doorway, one hand still pressed to the gentle curve of my belly where the baby had gone str

Hale’s hand moved before I could pull away. His fingers closed around my wrist, not tightly, but with absolute, unyielding certainty. The contact sent another surge of golden heat cascading through my belly, and the baby kicked hard enough that a soft, startled sound escaped my lips.“Breathe,” he ordered quietly, thumb stroking once across the frantic pulse in my wrist. “Stay with me. Do not let the memory drag you under again. I am here. You are not falling.”I forced air into my lungs in shaky pulls. The scent of him pine, clean rain, and something darker, more primal wrapped around me like a second skin. His thumb continued its slow, grounding rhythm against my wrist.“That man,” Hale said, voice low and dangerous, each word carefully controlled, “the one who smiled and then discarded you what did he call himself?”“Alpha.” The title tasted like ash and betrayal on my tongue. “He said he was my mate. He marked me. Or… someone did. I can still feel the place on my neck sometimes, e