The Lycan Heir’s Mate Was Never Weak의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 9

HAZEL“Please, Mother, I really can't do this anymore.”My voice trembled as I looked at my mother, trying to hold back the tears burning behind my eyes. “I'm tired, I'm dizzy, and I can barely stand without feeling like the whole room is spinning. Please, just this once, let someone else help her.”Mother didn't even look at me. She sat beside Margaret's bed, gently brushing the hair away from her forehead while the physician prepared the blood transfusion, as though the girl lying beneath the white blankets were her own daughter and I were nothing more than an annoying stranger interrupting an important moment.“Hazel, don't start this again,” she said coldly. “Margaret has suffered enough in her life, and now that she finally has a family, you want to deny her the one thing that could help her recover?”I stared at her, unable to believe those words had come from the same woman who used to kiss my forehead whenever I had a nightmare as a little girl. I remembered how she would hold

HAZELBy the time I returned to my room, I had made a decision that terrified me more than anything Margaret had said.I was going to leave the Larkspur Pack, even if escaping meant walking into the wilderness with a failing body and a wolf who could barely answer my calls. Margaret had made it clear that my suffering would continue as long as I remained under my parents' roof, and after what I had heard in that secluded room, I could no longer pretend that the people I loved would protect me. Still, a small part of me hoped Mother might listen if I explained everything without shouting or accusing anyone, so I wiped my tears, covered the fresh needle marks on my arms with my sleeves, and went looking for her.I found her in her sitting room, choosing jewelry from a velvet box while two maids arranged dresses across her bed. When she saw me, she frowned and dismissed the maids with a wave, but her expression softened only enough to hide her irritation.“What is it now, Hazel? I have a

HAZELMy father pushed through the gathering guests, his face tightening as he looked from Tommy to me, while the remaining whispers slowly died around us. “What exactly do you mean by that?” he demanded, stopping directly in front of the Lycan heir. “Why would you identify my younger daughter as the woman you have spent twenty years searching for?”Tommy stood his ground, his shoulders straightening as he met my father's stare without the slightest hesitation. “I know what I said, King Larkspur, and I will not take back my words because you find them inconvenient,” he replied firmly, his gaze briefly shifting towards me. “Hazel Larkspur is my destined mate, and I have no intention of pretending otherwise.”My father shook his head, looking at me with the same disappointment I had grown used to seeing whenever I failed to meet his expectations. “There must be some mistake,” he insisted, spreading his hands towards the guests as though they were witnesses he needed on his side. “My you

HAZELI watched Tommy stand before my father, his expression firm as the guests gathered around us, eager to witness the confrontation between the Lycan heir and the King of Larkspur. My father looked furious, but he lifted his chin and addressed the room as though he were the one being wronged. “Everything we have done was to protect our family, and I will not apologize for that.”“Protect your family?” Tommy repeated, his eyebrows drawing together as he glanced at me on the couch before returning his attention to my father. “Your daughter collapsed in front of everyone because her body could no longer endure what you have put it through. Your own physician has warned you about her condition, yet you continue defending yourselves instead of asking whether she is all right.”My father straightened his jacket, clearly displeased that Tommy had questioned his decisions in front of so many important guests. “You do not understand the circumstances,” he insisted, spreading his hands as th

TOMMYMargaret lay on the ballroom floor while her mother screamed for the physician, and Hazel remained beside the couch, watching the commotion with the same frightened silence she had worn all evening. I turned towards the royal physician before anyone could demand that he abandon Hazel again.“Examine Margaret if she needs immediate attention, but Hazel's examination will continue,” I ordered, keeping my voice firm. “Call another qualified healer to assess Margaret. Neither woman will be left without care because this family has decided their suffering must compete for attention.”Mother Larkspur stared at me as though I had insulted her. “How can you speak like that while Margaret is lying unconscious?” she demanded, kneeling beside her adopted daughter. “You claim Hazel is your destined mate, and now you care about nobody else. Is Margaret's life worth so little to you?”“Her life is not worth less,” I answered, refusing to raise my voice simply because she had raised hers. “But