All Chapters of MORALLY GREY LYCAN SERIES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

TRISTAN “Another man?” No, that could never be possible. ‘Those miserable guards spread rumors all the time.’ I thought but worse, my hands were cold and my heart was beating with an unsteady thud while I gritted my teeth so hard it ached. My wife, Brenda, was sitting on the bed behind me. She was eight months pregnant with our child, and her small hands were resting on her bump. I turned around to face her, taking a deep breath to keep my voice as calm as possible. "Brenda," I said, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed beside her. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to tell me the truth." She looked up at me with her soft blue eyes, but I noticed the subtle way her fingers twitched on her dress. "What is it, Tristan?" "Where were you yesterday afternoon?" I asked gently. "You told me you were visiting the healers, but the head healer said he didn't see you at all." Brenda pulled her hands away from her stomach and shifted back slightly on the bed. "I just

TRISTAN I sat at the head of the long table in the council room, tapping my fingers slowly. Ethan Willow stood at the opposite end, shaking like a leaf. His usual arrogant posture was completely gone, replaced by sweaty skin and wide, terrified eyes. "Tristan, please," Ethan begged, his voice trembling as he held out his hands. "You can take all of Ashmoor’s territory. You can take our northern mines. Just cancel the debt and pull the execution charges." I didn't answer him right away. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs and staring at him without any emotion. The silence in the room was tense, and none of my council members dared to make a sound. "I don't care about your useless mines, Ethan," I said, my voice low and completely flat. "And I don't care about your territory. You owe Varkhar millions, and your treason against the Crown carries a death sentence for your entire bloodline." Ethan flinched, wiping sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "I don't have

IRIS The small dining room was completely quiet except for the clinking of our cutlery on the plate. Tristan sat at the head of the table, his tall frame filling out a plain black tunic. He ate in slow bites, looking every bit like a man who was used to long silences. I sat two seats down from him, keeping my eyes on my bowl of soup. "You haven't eaten much," Tristan said, finally breaking the silence. His voice was low and flat. "I am not very hungry, Your Grace," I replied, setting my spoon down gently. "The food is not poisoned, Iris," he said, turning his eyes toward me. "My cooks do not waste their time trying to kill hostages." "That is reassuring," I said softly, looking back into his eyes. "Though I was simply not hungry." Tristan set his cloth napkin on the table and signaled to the corner of the room. A servant immediately stepped forward, carrying a big box with silver hinges. He set the box on the table right beside my plate, bowed, and backed away. I

"Please," Abby begged from the floor, clutching his broken arm. "We were just greedy, Alpha! Forgive us!""I don't forgive," I said coldly.I didn't give them another second. I snapped Cassian's neck with a quick kick, then pulled my blade and cut Abby down before he could scream again. Blood pooled on the floor."Clean this mess up," I ordered Jonathan, wiping my hands on a cloth from a nearby table. "The event is over."~The carriage ride back up to the main castle was suffocating.Iris sat on the bench across from me, her body stiff and her face turned toward the window. She hadn't said a single word since we left the hall, and her complete silence was grating on my nerves. My chest burned with rage. Ethan Willow dared to send assassins into my home, and now his sister was sitting right in front of me, looking like an innocent victim.When the carriage stopped in the courtyard, I stepped out first and walked up to my bedchamber without waiting for her.I was standing near the

IRISI sped up my steps, walking past the sneering maids without looking at them once. We walked along another path for nearly twenty minutes in comforting silence. The cool wind helped clear my head a little, but the disturbing weight in my chest remained.As we looped back around toward the main castle entrance, the doors of the council room swung open. A group of five old men dressed in fur-lined robes walked out into the corridor.They were the pack elders, their faces grim and stern as they discussed official business.Chloe and I stopped near the side of the hallway to let them pass, bowing our heads slightly out of habit.The oldest elder, a man with long gray hair and a thick beard named Lord Garon, stopped right in front of me. The other four elders paused beside him, their cold, judgmental eyes sweeping over my simple dress."So this is Ethan Willow's sister," Lord Garon said, his deep voice echoing loudly."Yes, Lord Garon," another elder muttered with disgust. "The girl