All Chapters of The Lycan King's White Wolf: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Seraphina’s POVI leaned back into Lucian’s arms. It was hardly a movement. Just a small surrender of the distance I had been trying to keep between us. My shoulders settled against his chest, and the breath I had been holding slipped out of me. His arms remained around my waist. He did not tighten them or speak as though he had won something. He simply stayed. For a little while, I let him.The sky was still grey. Wind moved through the meadow, bending the flowers and pulling at the loose strands of my hair. Somewhere beyond the hills, thunder rolled again, low and threatening. We should have been leaving. I knew that, but his chest was warm against my back, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. I wanted another moment. Not tomorrow. Not anything I would have to explain or defend afterwards. Just a little more of this, standing somewhere that did not smell of smoke or silver, with arms around me that were not dragging me towards something terrible.I closed my e

Seraphina’s POVI was about to lie down when someone knocked on my door. My eyes still felt swollen, and there was a dull ache behind them that refused to leave. I had stopped crying, changed out of my wet clothes and managed to get through the rest of the evening. That was all. Nothing had become easier simply because I was too exhausted to keep falling apart.I glanced towards the door, hoping whoever stood outside would decide I was asleep. The knock came again, sharp and impatient. Before I could answer, the handle turned. The head maid entered first. Calista followed her. “Lady Calista requires a moment of your time,” the maid announced.I remained beside the bed. The woman had not asked whether she could enter, and there was nothing in her expression to suggest she considered that necessary. Apparently, Calista’s desire to see me was enough to open my door. “She could have waited for an answer,” I replied.The maid looked at me as though I had spat on the carpet. Calista barely

Kael’s POVI kept my hands flat against the council table because I did not trust what I would do if I lifted them. The Elders had been speaking for several minutes. I heard words about the pack, the imprisoned guards and the damage being done to my authority. None of them answered the only question that mattered. Where was Seraphina?I could feel her. That was the cruelty of it. Somewhere beyond the walls, beyond the roads my men had searched, she was alive. The damaged bond gave me enough to know that and nothing useful afterwards. An ache. A sudden burst of distress. Something that might have been anger before it slipped away. No direction. No voice. Nothing I could follow.Ragnar moved restlessly beneath my skin, unable to settle. Every time I tried to concentrate on the room, he reached for her again. Every time he found nothing he could hold, his agitation came back through me. ‘She hurts.’ I pressed my fingers harder against the table. ‘I know.’That was all I ever seemed to ha

Lucian’s POVI entered my room with rainwater still running beneath my collar and my uncle following close enough to irritate me. I had dismissed Seraphina outside my rooms, but he had scarcely waited for her to leave before beginning. Now he came through my doorway as though the conversation was something I owed him. I pulled off my wet gloves and dropped them onto the table. “Have you considered how careless you are becoming?” he demanded.I turned towards him. He stopped just inside the room, one hand still resting on the door. My mother’s younger brother had never been comfortable with the distance my title placed between us. He observed it when others were present. Alone, he liked to test how much of the nephew remained beneath the King. “Close it,” I told him.He shut the door and faced me again. Water dripped from the hem of my coat onto the floor. I could feel the damp fabric clinging to my shoulders, and I wanted it off. Instead, I stood beside the table and waited. He had in

Seraphina’s POVI got out of bed that morning determined not to be afraid of anyone. My wrists were still tender, and one shoulder complained when I pulled my dress over my head, but I refused to stand there thinking about who might come through my door next. Calista had taken enough from the previous night. She was not having the morning too.I washed carefully, keeping the cloth away from the sore place inside my mouth. There were things I did not understand about what had happened in this room, and there were things I understood far too well. Neither needed to govern how I walked out of it. I could still lift my head. I could still decide what expression people would find on my face.‘Good,’ Isolde said. ‘Shoulders back. We’re not apologising for surviving her.’ I straightened almost without thinking, then caught myself obeying her and laughed. The sound startled me in the quiet room. I had not expected laughter to come so easily after the way I had gone to bed. ‘You sound pleased