All Chapters of Accidentally, I Slept With Lycan King!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The pack house Vexeon brought her to was small, plain, tucked at the edge of the territory where junior pack members usually stayed before they were assigned permanent homes. Giselle didn't sleep that night. She sat on the edge of an unfamiliar bed, staring at the wall, replaying her father's voice over and over until it blurred into something almost unrecognizable.By morning, the whispers had become something louder.She found out when she stepped outside to find three young men standing near the gate, watching her with open hostility. She recognized one of them vaguely, a friend of Tyson's from pack gatherings."Look who it is," he said, loud enough for the others to hear. "The Alpha King's little Lycan toy.""Leave me alone," Giselle said, trying to walk past."You disgust me." Another one stepped closer, blocking her path. "You know what my grandfather went through fighting Lycans? And you just hand yourself over to one like it's nothing?""It wasn't like that—""Save it." He sho

Tyson hadn't expected the story to end with Giselle simply disappearing into Lycan territory. If anything, it made things better. He sat across from Marcus again, this time in a proper office instead of behind the old training hall, grinning like a man who'd just watched his investment double."She's living with him now," Tyson said. "Openly. In his house.""How do you know that?""My contact saw Nightshade's car parked outside the pack housing yesterday morning. Three of our own boys saw him standing there, threatening them when they tried to confront her." Tyson spread his hands. "She didn't even deny it. She just left with him.""Threatening them how?""Apparently just words. But it doesn't matter what he actually said. What matters is what people will say he said, by the time it's gone through three more retellings." Tyson smiled. "By tomorrow he'll have threatened to kill them. By the day after, he'll have done it in front of witnesses. Stories grow legs of their own once you sto

Three days passed quietly enough that Giselle started to believe, foolishly, that the worst of it might be over. Then Layla came to find her in the garden, wringing her hands in a way that immediately put Giselle on edge."There's someone at the gate asking for you," Layla said. "He says his name is Aiden."Giselle's stomach turned. "Aiden's here?""Mr. Nightshade is out for the afternoon. I didn't want to let anyone in without asking you first.""It's fine. I know him. He's harmless." Giselle stood, brushing dirt from her hands. "I'll talk to him at the gate."Aiden looked smaller than she remembered, hunched into his jacket, glancing nervously at the iron fence like it might bite him. "Giselle. Thank God. I didn't think they'd actually let me through.""What are you doing here?""I had to warn you." He lowered his voice, even though there was no one nearby to hear. "Tyson's been going around asking questions. About the party. About what Tiffany and I did, with the drink."Giselle's

It happened on a Friday, the kind of ordinary evening that gave Giselle no warning at all.She had stayed late at the campus library, the rest of her usual study group having filtered out one by one over the previous hour until she was the only one left at the long table by the window, surrounded by open textbooks and notes she couldn't seem to focus on no matter how many times she read the same paragraph. The words kept blurring. Her mind kept drifting — to Damien's house, to Layla's fussing at breakfast, to the strange and fragile quiet that had settled over the last few weeks like frost over glass, beautiful and precarious all at once.She packed her bag slowly, in no hurry to leave the warm light of the library for the empty dark of the campus path outside. It was later than she usually stayed. The quad was emptier than she liked. She told herself it was fine, that she was being paranoid, that Damien's men watched the borders and that nothing had happened in weeks, not since Tyson

Vexeon's office was on the third floor of the pack council building, a corner room with tall windows overlooking the training grounds. He spent most mornings there before the day's meetings started, working through correspondence and reports in the quiet before the building filled with people. It was his favorite hour of the day, or had been before the last several weeks had made every quiet moment feel less like peace and more like the pause before something else broke.He was not prepared for his assistant to knock and tell him that Damien Nightshade was at the front entrance and was asking, through gritted teeth, to be let in.Vexeon's first instinct was to say no. His second instinct, the more useful one, told him that the Lycan King did not make social calls, and that whatever had brought him here on a Saturday morning was worth hearing regardless of how much Vexeon disliked the man it came from."Let him up," he said, and closed the file he'd been reading.Damien arrived without