Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 189: Fate

Jerking her chin toward Lorelai, she gave him a slight nudge forward, walking beside him as he approached his wife.

Rhaegar knelt before Lorelai, his amber eyes blurred with the weight of tears. She lay motionless, fragile and pale, her strength seemingly spent. In this moment, she looked so small, so vulnerable, and yet he couldn’t forget the immense courage and power she had displayed.

How had someone so delicate endured so much?

"So," he whispered hoarsely, his voice breaking as he stared down at her, "how in the world did you do this?"

Rhaegar glanced at Naveen, whose piercing blue eyes remained fixed on Lorelai’s serene face. The witch let out a long sigh, as though bracing herself for the explanation ahead.

"I can hardly believe I agreed to this," she began, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. "Turns out your wife is quite the daredevil."

Rhaegar wiped his bloodied hands on his robe, then gently brushed the back of his hand over Lorelai’s cold cheek. Her stillness was unnerving, but he remained silent, urging Naveen to continue.

"What she said about her mother’s findings was true," Naveen explained. "Once Lorelai broke Althea’s spells, all the memories she had forgotten came flooding back, and everything fell into place. The blood of the witch’s descendant, the blood of the beast, and the blood of the one chosen by fate... Do you know what the last part means?"

Rhaegar frowned, his voice low and distracted. "Doesn’t it refer to the fated mates myth?"

Naveen shook her head firmly.

"When a beast’s mate becomes pregnant, she dreams of holding a cub—or several, if she’s fortunate. Lorelai was labeled barren, wasn’t she?"

Rhaegar nodded, his brow furrowing deeper.

"But," Naveen continued, her piercing blue eyes glinting brightly, "she had the dream."

At first, Rhaegar dismissed her words, just as he had the rest of her explanation. But then, realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Lorelai—his mate, his wife—was pregnant.

"Is it true...?" Rhaegar’s voice trembled, his doubt evident even as the conclusion formed in his mind. But when Naveen nodded in response, a relentless wave of emotions surged through him, his heart pounding so fiercely it felt like it might break free from his chest.

"Before you start raging again," the witch interrupted, her sharp tone cutting through his swirling thoughts, "let me finish. Lorelai’s plan was to trust us. Alim had to restrain you, I had to be ready to heal her, and Kai had to do what no one else could. It was dangerous and reckless, but it was our only chance."

She paused briefly, placing a reassuring hand on Rhaegar’s shoulder. Her eyes softened as she smiled, offering a glimmer of comfort.

"That’s what it means to be blessed by fate. You were blessed by fate when you met Lorelai ten years ago, and she was blessed by fate when she met you ten years later. If anything, she was blessed twice... Both your wife and your cub are going to be alright. Congratulations, my boy."

Rhaegar could no longer hold back the torrent of emotions.

Leaning over Lorelai’s still body, he gently wrapped his arms around her delicate shoulders and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. Tears streaked down his blood-splattered cheeks as his lips brushed against her cool skin.

"Just be alright," he whispered, his voice heavy with affection. He continued to pepper her face with soft, trembling kisses. "That’s all I want. Just be well... right here, next to me."

***

The sunset bathed the meadow in a warm, orange glow, casting a golden sheen over the wildflowers that blanketed the land. The petals shimmered like they were coated in honey, each one catching the light in its own radiant way.

Amid the blooming splendor of the summer meadow, Lorelai stood motionless, her wide, round eyes flickering with a quiet relief as she watched the sun dip below the horizon. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Despite the serene beauty surrounding her, unease lingered deep within her chest.

Was she lost? Or had she lost someone? She couldn’t tell, but the vastness of the meadow, though harmonious, did little to calm her anxious heart.

A sudden gust of evening wind carried a fresh scent of mint and sea salt, brushing past her nose like a fleeting whisper.

Spinning around on her heels, Lorelai’s heart sank briefly before finding a steady rhythm, quickened just enough to betray a glimmer of excitement.

There he was—the little black wolf cub, bounding joyfully through the tall grass and wildflowers. His tiny ears flapped with every jubilant step, a small bundle of energy against the amber backdrop.

A wide smile spread across Lorelai’s face. Kneeling down on the sun-warmed ground, she opened her arms wide, watching as the cub sped up, his tiny paws carrying him straight to her.

When he reached her, he leapt eagerly into her embrace.

"You made it," she whispered, her voice soft and kind, as she pressed her cheek to the velvety fur of his face. The cub responded with a playful nuzzle, wiping his damp nose against her chin before burrowing snugly into the hollow of her neck.

The cub whimpered softly, snuggling closer, and Lorelai gently patted his back. His faint, steady heartbeat was a soothing melody, calming her own restless heart.

Another gentle gust of wind swept past, brushing against her back. Then she felt it—a warm touch on her shoulder. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

"He looks like me... I still can’t get used to it," Rhaegar said, his deep voice carrying a hint of wonder as he settled beside her. His powerful arm wrapped around her, pulling her tenderly to his chest.

"He’s a lycan, after all. I love that he looks just like you," Lorelai replied, leaning into the comforting strength of his broad chest. Unlike their son’s fresh, airy scent, Rhaegar’s carried a woody undertone that was uniquely his. It reassured her in ways words never could, a scent she would never confuse with anyone else’s.

Closing her eyes, Lorelai let the moment envelop her, sinking deeper into the warmth of Rhaegar’s embrace.

It was everything she had ever wanted. And now, at last, it was hers.