All Chapters of I Became the Obsidian Lycan King’s Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Pup, what pup?!" I roared from within, utterly inflamed eyes shifted between my mate and his mistress. Liliana's face scrunched with pain as she folded over Caden's thigh, in a single breath he scooped her from the bed like she was made of ice. "My moonlight..." He said looking into her face as he held her princess style, she reached up to cup his cheek but halfway true her hand slumped and she continued to wince. It was all too much, I was right here and the man that was meant to be mine was fawning over this tramp! "Caden..." I called helplessly, calling for his attention. But he wasn't even looking at me, his eyes were all over her, with a tenderness I'd never seen. The Caden I knew was stoic and hardened like a blade's edge. All these years I filtered through his actions convinced my affections were reciprocated, now I see what this all was. I was never the one for him. He just let me believe that. Caden finally looked at me, all the tenderness in his eyes gone, replaced

Serena's POV Hearing your own mate talk about falling in love with another 'woman' was an out of body experience. But that was the last thing I needed to hear to completely dissolve the rest of my feelings. Instantly I was emptied of all the burning passion I had for him, and I dumped the ashes out of my heart. "Are you serious about making her Luna?" I asked, already ready to hand it all over and be done with these people. He tried to touch my shoulder and I shifted back so fast nearly knocking over a huge decoration plant pot. Caden stared at his hand hanging in the air like the limb didn't belong to him. Not once in all our time together had I ever rejected his touch. It didn't matter how burnt out, moody or depressed I was. If he wanted it, he would have it. But I had taken off those thick rose colored lenses, seeing him for the manipulative bastard he was. He always told me he wasn't emotional, that his father was abusive. It hardened him. I swallowed his lie hook line

Serena’s povBelinda gripped my arm like I had just committed a huge crime. At that moment, I could no longer recognize my mother-in-law. She was gone, replaced by a jailer. Every step down the sterile hospital hallway felt like a march toward my own execution and the clinical scent of antiseptic kept clashing with the lingering, flowery perfume Belinda always wore, a scent I had once associated with wisdom and kindness. Now I knew it was nothing more than the smell of a beautiful lie."Stop dragging me, Belinda," I hissed, my voice low, vibrating with a resentment that had finally curdled into something cold and sharp. "I know how to walk."She didn't let go, instead she tightened her hold, digging her nails into my skin. "You need to learn your place, Serena. If you had spent more time learning grace and less time playing martyr with pack ledgers, perhaps my son wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere for comfort."The audacity of her words struck me harder than a physical blow. I halt

Serena’s POVThe air in the pack house main hall was thick with the scent of lilies and cold judgment. I stood at the center of the room with a very stiff stance, watching the elders of the Thornblood pack shift uncomfortably on their velvet-lined benches. These were the same men and women who had bowed to me for three years and consulted me on trade treaties. They always came to me with problems they couldn't handle and begged me to sort it out for them. The finance chief who begged me to balance the ledgers when the pack’s coffers ran dry was standing in their mix unable to meet my eyes. Cowards. All of them are cowards. They wouldn't even meet my eyes."Serena," Belinda began, her voice echoing with that fake sweetness I had recognized to always make my skin crawl lately. She sat in the high-backed chair that had been mine for a thousand days, her hands folded neatly over her lap. "We have discussed the current, fragile state of our future. Liliana is carrying the next Alpha

Serena’s POVThe midnight deadline pressed against my spine like a blade, but fear had burned away hours ago. All that remained was cold, calculated resolve. I moved through the pack house like a ghost in my own home, heading for the study. I needed the last of my private files before I disappeared for good.The guards were conveniently distracted by a manufactured “disturbance” at the border. Someone’s clever misdirection. I didn’t care whose.As I rounded the corner into the master corridor, I froze. The door to the master suite stood wide open. Servants hurried in and out like ants, carrying armfuls of silk gowns, designer heels, and ornate vanity cases containing Liliana’s things. They were already erasing me.“Careful with those!” a maid called, flushed with excitement. “The new Luna wants everything placed exactly as she instructed. Not a single trace of the old atmosphere left behind. She said the room still smells like failure.”Another servant laughed nervously. “Can you blam