All Chapters of The Lycan King's Forbidden Human Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

“I said, stand down.” Lucien’s voice sounded like a booming crack of thunder, ceasing all movement in the yard. Instantly, all the men who had come to capture me dropped to their knees, bowing down to him. The fight drained out of them in that second. Of course they would yield. He was their King. “Speak. Who sent you?” he asked, his voice deadly calm. Why was he putting on this show for me? It was obvious they were his goons. They wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t sent them. He was the one sitting on the throne; nothing happened without his permission. “What are you doing in my house?” he asked again, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to the kneeling men. “Your Highness, we were sent by the Council to bring in the hybrid for punishment,” the leader answered, keeping his head firmly bowed to the grass. I saw Lucien visibly tense up at those words. His broad shoulders went completel

Seraphina’s POV “Seraphina, we need to talk.” Those were the first words Lucien uttered to me, his voice low and vibrating with a tension that matched the storm inside my chest. What did we need to talk about? How he sent people to try to kill me? Or how he had gone to make arrangements with his people for my demise? I stared at him, my grip on the door handle so tight my knuckles were white. I felt like I was looking at a stranger wearing the face of the man I had started to trust. “We have nothing to talk about,” I said coldly. I looked directly into his eyes, checking to see if he would fluster or turn away, but he held my gaze with a haunting intensity. He looked... exhausted. “Yes, we do, Seraphina,” he said, letting out a long, heavy sigh. “Can I come in?” He asked quietly, looking down at me. Up close, he looked like a man who had carried the weight of the entire world on his back for fa

I woke up to a soul-splitting headache that felt like my skull was being ripped open. I couldn’t even find the words to describe the sensation; it was a rhythmic, agonizing throb that made every movement feel like a chore. The influx of morning sunlight pouring through the curtains did nothing to help. In fact, the brightness only intensified the pain, stabbing at my eyes. ‘I really hate mornings today,’ I thought, pulling the covers over my head. Usually, I would be up and about, tidying my things and minding my business, staying productive to keep my mind quiet. But today, I didn't want to get up. I just wanted to be one with my mattress, to sink into the fabric and disappear. The conversation from yesterday kept replaying in my head like a cursed record. The truth about where I came from—the Valentine blood, the Blackwood lineage, the twin brother I never got to hold. It hurt. I felt fresh tears prick at my eyes at th