The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 81

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

**Chapter 81**

**Bella**

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In that moment, I found myself enveloped in a dreamlike state, a veritable Eutopia. It felt as if I were wandering through a fairyland, crafting my own fairytale with each heartbeat. All my thoughts were consumed by one singular name—Scott. Scott, Scott, Scott. I craved him with a ferocity that was almost primal; I longed for him to enter me, to claim me completely. And in turn, I yearned to claim him, to offer every fragment of my being to him in every conceivable way. What was this wild, insatiable need that simmered within me?

As I drew back from the kiss we had just shared, a sensation washed over me, lifting me as if I were floating on a cloud. Warm, sparkly tendrils of bliss danced through my mind, and a smile stretched across my face, refusing to fade. The world around me appeared softer, more vibrant, and there seemed to be a radiant halo encircling Scott’s head. Was it real, or merely a figment of my imagination?

His arms wrapped around me tightly, and I melted against him, feeling as though my bones had turned to liquid. The heat in his gaze sent a thrilling flip through my stomach, his eyes glowing with an intensity that made my heart race. A low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest, reverberating through my body, a sound that filled me with a sense of belonging. When his gaze shifted toward the crowd, the growl deepened, sharp and fierce, as if to declare to the world that I was his and his alone. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, a contented sigh escaping my lips. In that moment, I felt utterly safe, utterly his.

“I lovey-dovey you,” I teased, my voice dripping with sweetness. “Do you lovey-dovey me?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, a victorious grin spreading across his face, as if he had just won a monumental battle.

“Mmmm…” I smacked my lips together, savoring the moment. It only dawned on me then that I was perched in his lap, almost draped over him like a content cat. My gaze swept across the council room, and I noticed the multitude of eyes fixed on me. But I didn’t care; euphoria surged through me, drowning out any sense of embarrassment.

As I focused intently on Scott, he lifted his chin with pride. “Only my mate could endure my mark,” he announced, his voice resonating with confidence. “This alone proves she is mine.”

A stunned silence enveloped the room, only to be shattered moments later by a flurry of whispers. Gasps of disbelief echoed around the hall. Elder Kevin leaned back in his chair, his brows arched in astonishment. Elder Drosna placed a hand over her heart, while Elder Nuren regarded me with an expression of curious fascination. I couldn’t fathom what was so shocking about Scott marking me, and I found myself giggling at their bewildered faces.

The wolves of the Silver Mane pack regarded me with a reverence that made my heart swell. Their eyes softened, and their postures straightened as Scott emitted a warning growl, commanding their respect. It slowly dawned on me, through the warm haze of my elation, that they accepted me. They accepted a mere human as their Luna without hesitation.

That realization sent a flutter through my heart, igniting a sense of belonging within me. I felt radiant, as if this world—this pack, these people—were intrinsically linked to me, just as I was to them. It was a beautiful, intoxicating feeling.

Nearby, Troy stood with his arms crossed, a proud smirk plastered across his face. His expression seemed to say, ‘I told you so.’ He gave me a thumbs-up, and my smile widened into a full-on grin.

But then there were Joseph and Tasha—oh, their expressions were priceless.

Joseph’s jaw hung open in disbelief. Tasha’s eyes were so wide they looked ready to swallow the moon whole. They appeared as though the ground had suddenly vanished beneath their feet. I couldn’t help but chuckle; their reactions were too amusing to ignore. Elder Cass stared at me, his shock so palpable that I burst into a fit of giggles. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, utterly speechless.

“They’re all completely insane!” I exclaimed to Scott, unable to contain my amusement. “I don’t like them.”

“Neither do I, baby,” he replied, a smile dancing on his lips.

Elder Kevin cleared his throat, his voice booming through the room. “King Scott, congratulations,” he said, his tone formal yet tinged with wonder. “Given this significant development, the High Council will take a one-hour recess.”

He stood, addressing us with a regal air. “Your Majesty. Queen Bella. We would like you both to join me in my cabin.”

The Elders exchanged amused glances, their attempts to suppress their smiles evident as Scott coughed loudly, clearly trying to regain his composure.

“Your Majesty,” Elder Kevin continued gently, “we will need to monitor Queen Bella closely. The venom of a Lycan king is incredibly potent. Even she-wolves struggle with it. Given that she is human, we have called a medical team on standby.”

“She’ll be fine,” Scott interjected confidently. “She’s merely under the influence of my venom. In my mate, my venom will mingle with her blood easily.”

Ignoring their concerns, I leaned closer to Scott, fluttering my eyelashes playfully. “Scott, I’m ready. Like, when are we having coitus?”

Scott froze, his ears turning an adorable shade of pink. The Elders struggled to stifle their laughter, their hands covering their mouths.

“That’s a side effect,” Scott explained, his voice strained. “That’s my venom speaking during rut season!”

He cleared his throat, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a prayer for strength.

The hour slipped by quickly, and before I knew it, Scott was helping me up again, guiding me back toward the main council room. Inside, my body buzzed with an insatiable desire. I had been marked by the Lycan King, and now all I could think about was how desperately I wanted him to claim me, to possess me completely, day and night.

“When will this end?” I asked him, frustration mounting as he made me sit in a chair. But I stood up almost immediately, settling into his lap, aligning my body with his. I leaned forward, feeling the undeniable heat radiating from him. In mere moments, I could sense him hardening beneath me. I turned my head over my shoulder, my voice sultry as I asked, “My King, should I take off my panties?”

**Chapter 82**