The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 85

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 85**

**Scott**

Victory thrummed in the air, a living thing with its own pulse and heartbeat, resonating deep within me.

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As I stepped out of the imposing High Council building, Bella by my side and our pups cradled in my arms, I could feel that rhythm echoing through every fiber of my being. My pack, loyal and fierce, formed a protective barrier around us, their pride radiating like a beacon.

The atmosphere was electric with relief, joy, and an unshakeable faith. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, my people were not burdened by doubts regarding the future of the throne or the fate of my bloodline. They were no longer murmuring about my reckless choice to remain without a mate. Instead, their gazes were filled with awe and admiration as they looked at me, at Bella, and at the two small pups clinging to my torso.

Even the Elders, typically stoic and reserved, regarded Bella as if she were a divine being. A human mate who had not only survived my mark but had also given birth to two heirs. A girl they had once dismissed as delicate and self-serving now stood tall beside me, radiant with my mark and holding my arm with a fierce sense of pride.

In that moment, I understood—I was destined for Bella. This was everything the moon had promised me. My Lycan surged with happiness, a wave of emotion so powerful it nearly overwhelmed my senses.

Yet, just as quickly as that warmth enveloped me, Troy’s voice sliced through my thoughts, turning that tide of emotion into a seething, lethal fury. I handed the kids over to Bella, my heart heavy with the storm brewing inside me.

“It was Freddy,” Troy’s voice crackled in my mind. “Elder Cass’s nephew. He attempted to take the pups and burned your Manhattan home. We caught him, and he’s locked away in the dungeons.”

I could feel the tension coiling in my chest as I asked, my voice low and steady, “How long has he been imprisoned?”

“Just a few hours,” Troy replied, his tone unwavering. “He’s restrained with silver chains. If he moves even an inch, the metal will burn him.”

“Good,” I said, though that satisfaction was a mere flicker compared to the inferno raging within me. My anger was far from quelled. “Capture Cass,” I commanded, my voice sharp with authority. “Now. Before he learns that Freddy has been apprehended.”

Troy nodded, determination etched on his face, and slipped away into the throng of our people. I didn’t need to watch him go; I knew he would track Cass down in mere moments.

Turning back to Bella, I found her drawing the children close as more wolves approached, eager to greet my heirs. My pack longed to bow before them, to touch them, but they understood the unspoken boundary that surrounded us. They watched with a mix of reverence and loyalty, their hearts swelling with pride.

Just before we reached the car, I declared, “I will marry my mate on the next full moon at the Moon Goddess Temple.”

The roar of approval that erupted was deafening, shaking the very ground beneath us. Wolves howled, cheered, and bowed their heads; some even clapped their hands in delight. Bella’s cheeks flushed a deep pink, and she instinctively tried to hide against my shoulder, but I held her close. Let them see their queen. Let them learn her face, her scent, and the strength she embodied.

We climbed into the car driven by Brandon, and Bella settled beside me. The twins, filled with excitement, immediately crawled onto my lap, their tiny arms wrapping around my chest as if they feared I might vanish. Their little faces pressed against me, seeking comfort and security. Bella leaned into me too, her hand resting gently on Ryan’s back, her thumb tracing lazy, soothing circles.

For the first time in my life, my Lycan was at peace. No longer was he raging, pacing, or demanding blood, territory, or dominance. He was simply calm, settled, and content, as if after years of searching, fighting, and bleeding, we had finally discovered what we were meant to protect.

As we drove, Bella lifted Emma into her arms, allowing her to sleep peacefully against her chest, while Ryan remained nestled in mine. I brushed his hair aside, feeling a profound connection to him—the delicate strength of my own features mirrored in his small face. My son. My heir.

**20:25 Thu, Dec 11**

**Chapter 85**

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