All Chapters of A Deal With The Lycan King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Vaelen crossed the room in three strides and pulled her into his arms. The steadiness of him, the warmth, it was the only thing keeping her upright. "He's fine," Vaelen said against her hair. "Saeris, he's fine." 'Where is my mate?' The voice wasn't Sirius. It tore through Saeris's mind with such force that she gasped, stumbling against Vaelen even as he held her, the ring burning cold against her finger. 'Where is he? I need—I need to know he's alive. Please. Please tell me he's alive. I can’t sense him from this distance.’ The raw, clawing need cracked something open in Saeris's chest. "Are you sure?" Her own voice came out thin. Shaking. "Vaelen, are you sure?" He pulled back just enough to look at her. His hands framed her face, thumbs brushing away tears she hadn't realized were falling. "I wouldn't tell you this way if the answer was different," he said quietly. "If I'd broken my promise to keep him

"Is she—" "No.” Wade flinched. Good. He should flinch. They all should. Because Ianthe's mate was dead and the pack was falling apart and no one seemed to be asking the right fucking questions about who was responsible. “You came back,” he said. Saeris crossed her arms, more to keep herself from feeling too much than from the cold. “Didn’t say I won’t.” His mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile but didn’t think he’d earned it. “You picked a bad time,” he went on, glancing toward the treeline. “Or maybe the worst.” It took effort not to ask why he hadn’t saved him. Why he’d let him die. How he died. They were friends. "I need to know what happened," Saeris said. "The attack. How it went down." Wade's gaze flicked past her shoulder—toward the closed front door where Yrene remained, as if he was hoping Ianthe would come out. She wouldn't. Saeris had left her curled on the bed, staring at

Saeris had spent most of the day at Ianthe’s house. The place still carried the weight of it—her loss. No one spoke of it directly. They didn’t need to. Grief had a way of filling every silence. It was Ianthe’s sister who finally urged Saeris to go home and rest, even when Saeris protested. Despite everything, she made a promise to her friend, a promise both had to keep. Colt remained behind, away from the house but close enough to defend. Saeris had briefly considered sharing what Vaelen had given her. Possibly it might have been something, at least, to break the heaviness settling over everything. But the thought didn’t last. Not with Ianthe still learning how to breathe through the loss of her mate. And not while the men responsible still walked free beneath the same sky. So Saeris kept it to herself. They’ll face the rogues by sunset tomorrow. And no one else knew. Wade was handling Flynn, spinning ju

Saeris did not drag Gemma gently. She hauled her by the hair through root and thorn, through the cold dark between the trees, and she did not slow when Gemma’s knees hit the ground, did not pause when she screamed, did not flinch at any of it. The blood from the claw marks across Gemma’s face had thickened in the cold air, trailing down her jaw in rivulets of dark red, and Saeris watched it with the detachment of someone who had stopped feeling sorry approximately an hour ago. “You’re going to regret this,” Gemma choked out, fingers scrabbling at Saeris’s wrist. “You have no idea what you’re walking us into.” “Shut up.” “I will kill you—” Saeris yanked. Hard. Gemma’s shriek cut off into a strangled gasp, and the forest swallowed the sound whole. The clearing opened ahead. Wade had done his work cleanly. Flynn’s force fanned across the tree line in a formation that looked, to the uninitiated, like nothing a

“You’re brooding.” Yrene appeared in the doorway, already dressed for travel, her short hair slightly wet. “I’m packing.” Saeris wrapped the photograph carefully and placed it in her bag. She had a lot to tell her father before she left. Things she had only begun to understand herself. That his mate had not died cowering. That the power her mother had never named, never spoken of, had saved lives. Many lives…and had paid for that with her own. The pack would never know the full count of what they owed her. “You can do both.” Yrene crossed her arms and leaned against the frame. “Ask what you want to ask.” Saeris straightened. “You reported to Vaelen.” “I did.” No apology in it. No defensiveness either. “The numbers were not in our favour. You knew that. I knew that. Even the Alpha knows it too. They, against Vargbane’s full force, with an Alpha who had been fighting injured and hadn’t told a soul.” A pause. “Alphas.