The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 97

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

**Chapter 97**

**Scott**

The storm had been brewing ever since the instant he caught that haunting look in Bella’s eyes. It was as if the very air around him crackled with tension, a tempest of emotions swirling within. That fleeting moment of fear, confusion, and shock struck him with a force more devastating than anything he had ever experienced in his life. The fury within him erupted the moment Tasha had aimed her vehicle toward his precious pups. There was no arguing with him, no slowing the tide of his rage. He felt the primal instinct surge through him, compelling him to shift, as if an inferno had ignited within his very being, tearing through his skin. And then, he acted.

There was no remorse for what he had done to Tasha. It was the law of their land, the justice that governed the wolves. Any creature that dared to threaten the heirs of the Lycan King would pay the ultimate price. But it was not her death that shattered Storm. No, it was the aftermath—the look on Bella’s face.

In that fleeting heartbeat, when she gazed at him, Storm was convinced she saw a monster lurking within. That single thought burrowed deep into his psyche, and no amount of reasoning could pull him from that abyss. He wrestled with the idea of leaving her behind.

Once they were out in the forest, Storm resisted surrendering control, adamantly refusing to return to his human form.

Fury coursed through him as he dashed through the woods, uprooting trees, shattering rocks, and tearing apart anything that dared to stand in his way. He was lost in his own thoughts, convincing himself that Bella deserved so much more than what he could offer. She was entitled to a peaceful existence, a human life far removed from the chaos that was him.

“Mate must be safe. Mate must not fear us,” he growled repeatedly in our shared consciousness, his voice growing louder with each pronouncement until all I could hear was the raw anguish spilling forth from him. He truly believed that by simply being near her, he would bring ruin to her life. The very thought of abandoning her, of sacrificing his own happiness for her peace, only sent him spiraling deeper into instability. The forest bore witness to Storm’s grief: uprooted trees, lifeless creatures, and earth torn asunder.

There came a moment when he collapsed by a stream, consumed by sorrow, mourning the loss of something he feared he had already lost. And it was in that moment of despair that Bella arrived.

When she stepped into the forest, he could hardly believe his eyes. Was he hallucinating? He rose quietly, approaching her with a mix of hope and trepidation, questioning if he had truly crossed the threshold of sanity. She was there, trembling, bleeding, and crying. She stood before him, her eyes wide with emotion. “I love you,” she declared, her voice unwavering. “I never wanted to leave you. I fought wild foxes just to reach you.”

And then, she kissed him, her lips brushing against his with a tenderness that melted away his fears. In that instant, the world around them faded into insignificance. When she brought him to the brink of ecstasy, he realized with a clarity that transcended everything—she was theirs. In life and in death, she was their mate.

He cradled her in his arms, carrying her as if she were royalty.

Storm held her against his forearm, navigating through the forest, crossing pack borders, and moving through the throng of wolves that had gathered. He wanted everyone to witness this truth: only his queen could pull a raging Lycan back from the brink of madness. A swell of pride filled him; she had saved him from Tasha, and now she had rescued him from himself. Only a true mate would dare to take such risks.

The most heartwarming moment came when their pups rushed toward him, unafraid. They gazed up at his towering form, their eyes sparkling with pure delight, not a hint of hesitation in their innocent hearts. It was instinct, blood calling to blood.

Storm purred as they touched him, and Bella watched with tears glistening in her eyes. In that moment, for the first time, Storm felt complete. When she chuckled and retreated inside, he reluctantly set the pups down.

Nancy swooped in to whisk them away, but before she could disappear, Storm shot her a fierce glare. “B-Bella was the one who wanted the magic!” she squeaked before darting off.

Only then did Storm finally relinquish control, allowing me to return to my human form. I stepped into the cottage, completely naked and filled with a sense of smug satisfaction. Storm continued to purr contentedly within me. When Bella caught sight of me, her eyes widened in shock, and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She quickly covered Nancy’s eyes and shouted, “Take the children inside! NOW!”

Nancy hurriedly dragged the pups away as Bella hurled playful curses at me, then rushed forward, seizing my hand and attempting to pull me toward the bedroom.

I laughed, effortlessly lifting her off the ground. “Relax, love,” I murmured, carrying her inside with ease.

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