The Lycan King's Wrong Obsession novel Sorin Carter (by Circeleari) novel Chapter 2

The living room of the pack house is packed tonight, humming with the warm buzz of celebration.

The chandeliers cast golden light over the crowd, their laughter ringing like bells as waiters in crisp black uniforms walk around with trays of sparkling wine and hors d'oeuvres.

Tonight is perfect. I’ve been perfecting this for the last few months.

My gown hugs me perfectly, the deep emerald green matching the shade of Wade’s tie. His favorite color—or so he used to say.

I can’t help the grin tugging at my lips as I glance at him across the room, standing tall and proud in his tailored suit, exuding confidence as though he owns the damn world.

Maybe he does. Maybe he owns my world.

He catches my eye, and for a fleeting moment, I see the man I fell in love with—his smile is soft and genuine. Fuck, my stomach is flipping with hope.

This is it. This is the night he finally announces our wedding.

Eight months ago, he’d promised me this day would come. No more delays, no more excuses about the pack’s safety or his duties as Alpha. Tonight, it’s our time.

Wade raises his glass, his voice cutting through the noise of the ballroom. “Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention.”

The room begins to shut up, all eyes turning to him. My pulse quickens and I step closer, my heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

Fuck, calm your horses down, Sorin!

“As you all know, tonight is a celebration of our pack’s victory.” He smiles and everyone immediately shouts in appreciation. We defeated another threat to the pack because of him.

“But,” he suddenly mutters, his tone dropping lower, more serious, “it’s also a night for revelations.”

The crowd murmurs as they are intrigued. Wade extends his hand towards me. “Sorin, my Luna. Join me.”

Hell yes.

This is it, he's going to announce our marriage!

My heart leaps into my throat.

The spotlight shifts, literally, as everyone’s gaze lands on me. I swallow hard, willing my legs to move as I walk over to his side. My small hand slips into his, rough and warm, and for a second, I’m dizzy with anticipation.

He’s going to announce it. Our wedding!

“My Luna,” he starts off, laced with affection that only fuels my excitement. He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “She has been by my side for years, a pillar of all my strength and a symbol of loyalty . . .”

Waiters move through the crowd again, this time with red, bloody wine glasses on silver trays. Wade takes one from the nearest tray, his fingers brushing against the glass stem with a deliberate slowness that suddenly feels off.

W-what is happening? He’s going to announce our wedding, right?

“And tonight,” he continues, his grip on my hand tightening, “it’s time to reveal the truth.”

Truth? Is it the announcement?

What tru—

Before I can process the word, Wade turns toward me, his gaze darkens. He raises the glass, and for a split second, I think he’s about to toast—to us, to our future. So I raise my glass too.

But instead, cold liquid drenches my face.

“Ah!” I gasp, the tang of red wine sharp is in my nostrils as it seeps into my hair and gown. Oh Goddess.

The crowd collectively inhales as a stunned silence spreads like wildfire. My hand shoots up to my face, trembling and wiping at the dripping wine as I gape at him in disbelief.

“Wade,” I choke out, now barely audible. “W-what are you doing?”

He looks down at me. Like I’m filth. Like I disgust him.

He steps back, his jaw clenched as those blue eyes seethe at me with loathing. “My Luna,” he sneers, cutting like dagger. “My traitor.”

Shock immediately erupts in the entire room.

“T-traitor?”

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “What are you talking about?”

He can’t be serious.

He signals to someone in the crowd and a pack warrior strides forward, carrying a wooden box. My stomach plummets as the warrior sets the box on a table and opens it, revealing a wine bottle. The bottle I’d sent with Wade when he led the pack to war.

I know that bottle. I packed that bottle.

Eight months ago. When I was preparing their supplies, sending them off to war, making sure they had everything they needed.

Recognition dawns, cold and heavy in my gut. “What is this?” I breathe, stepping forward. “That’s not—”

“Enough!” Wade snaps, silencing me. “This bottle,” he says, lifting it for everyone to see, “was sent by my Luna, supposedly a gift of good faith for my return. But,” he sneers, “its contents tell a different story.”

I freeze, my mind racing. What is he talking about? That was just wine. I checked it myself—

Wade nods to the warrior, who brings out a small cage. Inside, a bird chirps nervously.

“Watch,” Wade commands.

One of the elders takes the bottle and pours its contents into a small dish.

Another warrior steps forward, holding a tiny bird—a fragile thing, feathers quivering as it’s placed before the dish. The moment it drinks, its body convulses. Twitches. Then drops.

Within seconds, it collapses.

Dead.

What . . . the fuck?

“That,” Wade says, turning it for the room to see, “was sent to me by my loving Luna.” He sneers, the word dripping in mockery. “It’s what she used to poison me. To poison my men.”

My stomach drops.

No. No, no, no.

A collective gasp ripples through the crowd.

“Why, Sorin?” He mutters.

I stagger back, my heart pounding in my ears. “No, no, no,” I stammer. “That’s not true! I didn’t—”

“Lies,” Wade hisses. “You plotted my assassination, Sorin. You, the woman I fucking trusted most.”

Tears blur my vision as I clutch his arm. “Please, Wade, you have to believe me! I didn’t do this! Someone’s framing me—ah!”

The slap comes so fast I barely process it, my head snaps to the side, my cheek stinging—burning. The crowd gasps collectively once more, the sound cutting through my skull sharper than any physical blow.

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