All Chapters of The Lycan King's Secret Triplets : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Valerie The silence in the hall was embarrassing, every pair of eyes pinned to my face. I didn't break. I refused to give him the satisfaction of a single tear.Turning on my heel, I walked out of the dining room.The moment I reached the quiet corridor of the north wing, the composure cracked. My teeth slammed together, my chest burning with a fury so violent my wolf clawed at the walls of my chest.After everything.After six years of holding his pack together, bleeding on the northern borders, and building his reputation while he played politics.I pushed open the door to his private study, my hands shaking uncontrollably. On the side table sat a crystal of twenty-year-old aged liquor—a rare, silver-laced vintage reserved only for Alpha victory ceremonies.Two months ago, after I nearly lost my arm taking down a rogue commander for him, I had asked for a single glass to share with him. Dante had sneered, telling me I was being frivolous, that it was wasted on someone who couldn't

Valerie I couldn't process it. My entire reality had been ripped apart and rewritten in the span of a few short hours.I was being paraded through the pack house hallways like a lamb to the slaughter, my wrists trembling as two towering Lycan guards escorted me. But the fear wasn't what was choking me. It was the absolute, soul-crushing betrayal.Dante hadn't even blinked.He didn't even try to fight for me. We had been together for years, shared a life, shared a bed, and the moment a monster demanded me, Dante had tossed me over like a piece of garbage. He didn't even want to hear what I had to say. He didn't hesitate. He was just relieved to be rid of his useless ex-mate."Take her to the infirmary," Dimitri said, signalling to the guard."Tell the pack healer to have her cleaned up and ready for the process."The process? My stomach dropped to the floor. What process?The guards shoved me through the doors of the pack infirmary. The smell of antiseptic and bitter wolfsbane hit my

Valerie The knock on my bedroom door made my jaw clench."What is it?" The door pushed open just a crack. It was Greta, one of the younger maids. She kept her eyes glued to the floor, terrified to even glance in my direction."The King requests your presence in the main dining hall, my lady. "Lunch is being served.""I’m not hungry," I snapped, turning back to the mirror."Please," Greta pleaded, her fingers gripping the edge of the door. "He gave strict instructions. If you do not come down on your own, he will send the royal guards to escort you. You know how he gets."My chest tightened. Of course he would. Dimitri wouldn't just let me sit in my anger in peace. He had to humiliate me, had to drag me down there to parade his power."Fine," I said coldly. "Tell him I am on my way."Greta nodded frantically and scurried off.I took one last look in the mirror. I looked exactly how I felt—exhausted, broken, and furious. But I wasn't going to let them see that. I threw on a simple

ValerieDimitri did not speak on the walk back to his chambers. His hand stayed on my lower back the whole way, guiding me, steady and firm.Behind us, in the courtyard, Cassie's screams echoed against the stone walls as the lashing began. I did not look back."You're shaking," Dimitri said once the door closed behind us."I'm cold.""You're not cold."He was right, but I did not say so. He crossed the room and pulled a blanket from the chest at the foot of the bed, draping it over my shoulders. His hands lingered there a moment longer than necessary."Why did you wait so long?" I asked. "You could have stopped it before it started.""I needed proof," he said. "I couldn't accuse her without proof. Not in front of the whole pack.""You could have trusted me.""I don't trust anyone," he said. "Not without proof.""Then what was last night?"He did not answer right away. His eyes moved to my neck, to the mark still fresh against my skin."Last night was different," he said."Because I cu

DimitriI found her standing at the window when I entered the room, her hand resting against her stomach the way it had every day since the healer's confirmation."You should be sleeping," I said."I couldn't."I crossed the room and stood behind her, close enough to feel the warmth coming off her skin. The curse in my blood had been quiet for days now, quieter than it had ever been in my life, and I knew exactly why."Come to bed," I said."Is that an order?""It's a request."She turned to face me, her eyes searching mine the way they always did, looking for something I was not sure I could give her."Why do you look at me like that?" I asked."Like what?""Like you're trying to solve something.""Maybe I am."I reached for her hand and led her to the bed, and this time I did not rush. There was no liquor in her blood, no frenzy driving my own, only the steady pull of the bond and the knowledge of what she now carried inside her."Say it," I said, my hand resting against her stomach