All Chapters of MORALLY GREY LYCAN SERIES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TRISTANHaving her locked away in my wing meant she would be right where I could see her every single day. It gave me a valid excuse to keep her close, to make sure she was safe, and maybe, just maybe, give me the chance to fix the mess I had made between us without looking weak."Fine," I said, keeping my expression completely blank so they wouldn't see through me. "She will remain in my quarters under my direct watch. She won't leave the royal wing without me."Garon nodded, looking thoroughly relieved that I hadn't argued with them. "A wise decision, Alpha. It is the best way to keep the castle secure.""We are done here," I stood up from the chair, not bothering to listen to another word from them, and walked straight out of the room with Jonathan following close behind."Should I inform Lady Iris of the new arrangement, sire?" Jonathan asked as we walked up the grand staircase toward my bedchamber."No," I said, my chest tightening as we approached the doors. "I will tell her my

IRIS The words were plain, simple, and completely unexpected. I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden drop in his aggressive tone, but I quickly shook my head, refusing to let my guard down."You certainly acted like it last night," I reminded him quietly, my voice tight. "You grabbed me and yelled at me before I could even explain myself.""I was angry," Tristan said, his tone still cold and rigid, though he didn't look away from my eyes. "Ethan tried to kill me in my own palace. I reacted badly, and I... I should not have grabbed you like that."My heart gave a small, unexpected thud. It wasn't a full apology, and his big-headed pride was practically off him, but hearing him admit he was wrong felt like a small victory."You hurt my arm, Tristan," I said softly, looking down at my wrist where faint blue marks were still visible. "And you kissed me like you wanted to punish me. Even if we're mates, you have no right."Tristan looked down at my wrist, and for a split second, a lo

TRISTAN“And what was so interesting about the view from my study?”“The garden,” She replied hasteningly.I looked at her. “You could have gone into the garden instead of sitting there for half an hour.”“I could have,” she agreed. “But you told me to stay in the study and I can't go anywhere without your permission,” she looked away when she mentioned the last words and I knew for sure she was not okay with it.I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it. She was right.“I didn't think you would take that instruction so seriously,” I told her, genuinely.“You said I could sit wherever I liked, and I did.”I let out a short laugh. “You're very good at following instructions when it suits you,” I told her.“Thank you.”“That wasn't a compliment.”“I still appreciate it,” She responded stubbornly.I looked at her, but she was already smiling slightly and for the first time that morning, I felt like I was actually having a conversation with her.We continued walking, and she aske

IRIS“Your Majesty, I was only suggesting…”“I heard what you suggested,” Tristan interrupted, turning his head toward him. “And I find it insulting that you would sit in front of me and speak about Iris as though she's nothing more than a woman I can use whenever I please.”I slowly lifted my eyes toward him, surprised by the anger on his face.Garon cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “I didn't mean to offend you, Your Majesty. I only thought it would be a reasonable arrangement.”“Well, it isn't,” Tristan replied, his jaw tightening. “And I have no intention of marrying your daughter.”Celeste's smile disappeared, and she looked down at her hands.Garon stared at Tristan in disbelief. “May I ask why, Your Majesty? Is there something wrong with my daughter?”“Your daughter has nothing to do with this,” Tristan answered, his voice firm. “I simply have no interest in marrying her.”“Then who do you intend to marry?” Garon asked, looking genuinely confused.Tristan

TRISTANBy the time evening came, I had barely finished half of my work. I finally left my study and returned to the royal bedchamber, expecting to find Iris in the room beside mine.But when I entered, the place was empty.I glanced at the chair near the window, then toward the small table where she usually kept her books.Nothing.“Where is she?” I muttered, looking around the room.I stepped back into the corridor and called for a guard.“Have you seen Lady Iris?”“Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied, bowing. “She went to the library a little while ago.”I nodded and dismissed him before heading toward the library.When I entered, I found Iris sitting on a sofa near the window with a book resting open in her lap. Her head was tilted slightly to one side, and her eyes were closed.She had fallen asleep while reading.I walked closer, noticing the blanket that had slipped from her shoulders and fallen halfway on the sofa. The library was growing cold, and I wondered how long she had been