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I Was Saved By the Lycan King Who Claimed Me Novel Cover

I Was Saved By the Lycan King Who Claimed Me

Betrayed and left for dead by her own pack, Elara is certain her journey ends in the cold shadows of the forest. However, her fate takes a drastic turn when she is rescued by the legendary Lycan King. To her shock, the powerful monarch claims her as his fated mate. Now, Elara must navigate the dangerous politics of a new court and her growing feelings for her savior, all while the ghosts of her past threaten to destroy her newfound sanctuary.
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Chapter 2

The Pack Doctor was a wiry man with cold hands and colder eyes. He didn't look at me when he approached with the needle—just grabbed my arm like I was livestock.

"How much are you taking?" I asked.

He didn't answer. Just tied the tourniquet tight enough to bruise and positioned the needle over my vein.

I glanced at the collection bag hanging from the IV stand. It was massive. Enough to drain me halfway.

"That's too much," I said.

He ignored me. The needle pierced my skin.

I moved fast. Grabbed his wrist, twisted hard. He yelped as the needle clattered to the floor, and I shoved him back against the wall. Kira surged beneath my skin, ready to tear him apart.

"Touch me like that again," I said quietly, "and I'll break more than your wrist."

"Arielle." Kyler's voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding. "Stand down. Now."

The Alpha tone hit me like a wave—or it should have. I felt the pressure of it, the weight trying to force my knees to buckle, my head to bow. But it slid off me like water off stone.

I turned to face him. "No."

His eyes widened. Just for a second, but I saw it. Shock. Maybe fear.

"What did you say?" His voice was quieter now, dangerous.

"I said no." I stepped toward him, and he actually took a step back. "Your Alpha tone doesn't work on me anymore, Kyler. I'm not your pack. I'm not your anything."

Reyna whimpered from her bed. The sound grated on my nerves.

Kyler's jaw clenched. "You agreed to help."

"I agreed to give blood. Not to let your doctor drain me dry." I crossed my arms. "Here's the deal. I'll give what's safe—nothing more. And I want unsupervised visits with Elder Jackson. Every day. No guards, no cameras."

"That's not—"

"Those are my terms." I held his gaze. "Take them or leave them. But if you refuse, I walk. And Reyna dies."

Silence stretched between us. I could see him calculating, weighing his options. He had none, and we both knew it.

"Fine," he said finally. "But if you try anything—"

"You'll what? Exile me again?" I smiled without humor. "Been there. Survived that."

The transfusion took an hour. I sat perfectly still while the doctor—keeping his distance now—drew a reasonable amount of blood. Reyna watched me the whole time with those wide, innocent eyes. Like she hadn't stolen everything from me.

I didn't look at her once.

When it was done, Kyler escorted me to Elder Jackson's room and left without a word. The door clicked shut behind him.

I was alone with her.

She looked worse up close. Her skin had a grayish tint, and her breathing rattled in her chest. I pulled a chair close to her bed and took her hand. It felt like holding paper.

"Elder Jackson," I whispered. "It's me. It's Arielle."

No response. Just the steady beep of the heart monitor.

I leaned closer, and that's when I smelled it.

Sweet. Metallic. Wrong.

My wolf stirred, uneasy. I knew that scent. I'd encountered it once in the Rogue Lands when a wolf had been poisoned by a rival pack. Wolfsbane—but not the raw kind. This was refined. Concentrated.

Someone was poisoning her.

Rage flooded through me, hot and vicious. Kira snarled in my head, demanding blood. I forced myself to breathe, to think.

Elder Jackson's fingers twitched in mine.

Her eyes fluttered open—just barely. Clouded and unfocused, but aware.

"Arielle," she breathed. Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I'm here." I squeezed her hand gently. "I'm here. You're going to be okay."

Her other hand moved, trembling, reaching for something under her pillow. I helped her, and she pressed something small and cold into my palm.

The Luna's Amulet.

I stared at it. The silver pendant was ancient, passed down through generations of Moonshadow Lunas. It should have been Reyna's now—or locked away until Kyler's true mate was found.

"Why—"

"Record everything," Elder Jackson whispered. Her grip tightened on my hand with surprising strength. "Trust... no one."

Then her eyes closed again, and she went still.

Panic shot through me. "Elder Jackson?"

The heart monitor beeped steadily. She was still alive. Just unconscious.

I slipped the amulet into my pocket and sat back, my mind racing. Record everything. She knew something. Something worth dying to tell me.

I stayed with her until a nurse came to check vitals, then let myself be escorted back to my assigned room—a guest suite on the third floor that felt more like a cell.

The door locked behind me with a soft click.

I paced the room as darkness fell outside. My thoughts churned. Wolfsbane. The amulet. Elder Jackson's warning. It all pointed to something bigger than Reyna's mysterious illness.

This was murder. Slow and deliberate.

I moved to the balcony, needing air. The night was cold, the moon hidden behind clouds. Below, the pack grounds stretched out in shadows.

That's when I felt it.

Warmth. Safety. The phantom sensation of being watched—but not threatened. Protected.

I'd felt this before. In the Rogue Lands, during my first winter when I'd nearly frozen to death. A massive black wolf had appeared, circling my makeshift shelter, keeping the feral packs at bay. I'd never seen it clearly, just glimpses of dark fur and golden eyes.

The same presence was here now.

I scanned the treeline at the edge of the property. There—a figure stood in the shadows between two pines. Too far to see clearly, but I felt the weight of his gaze.

Golden eyes gleamed in the darkness.

My breath caught. Kira went utterly still, and for the first time since her awakening, I felt her... calm. Like she recognized something I didn't.

The figure didn't move. Just watched.

And somehow, I knew—whoever he was, he wasn't here to hurt me.

The clouds shifted, and moonlight broke through. For just a second, I saw him clearly.

Tall. Powerful. Radiating an authority that made Kyler's Alpha presence look like a candle next to the sun.

Then the shadows swallowed him again, and he was gone.

I stood on that balcony for a long time, my hand pressed against the amulet in my pocket, wondering who—or what—was hunting in the darkness.

And whether he was my salvation or my doom.

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