Marked by the Lycan Prince
I thought heartbreak would break me.
Maybe it did. But not in the way I expected.
It awakened the monster inside.
On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin. I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren’t mine.
Then he appeared.
Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes. He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me.
Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear. A man who still lurks in the shadows, waiting for something.
And to make things worse, the Lycan family wants me dead, because the blood flowing through my veins creates a bond between me and the enemy that nearly destroyed them.
But fate doesn't care about politics or debts owed.
The accidental marking demands blood, and if we don't complete the Lycan’s mating process…
One of us dies.
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Chapter: Chapter 138DAISYAdrian pushes open the iron gates with one hand, like they weigh nothing. They swing inward with that familiar creaking groan, the sound echoing through the courtyard and bouncing off the towering stone walls. I’ve walked through these gates before but something about the place always gives me a weird tight feeling in my chest. Not fear. Not awe. Just… awareness.Like the air has teeth and the ground has a heartbeat.But today I’m not thinking about the walls or the watchtowers or the Lycans stationed above, scanning every corner like world-class guard dogs.I’m thinking about her.And then my gaze drifts to the far end of the garden.And I see her.She’s kneeling in the grass with her back half-turned, hair messy and piled in a bun at the crown of her head. She’s humming to herself, touching the petals of some delicate blue flowers like they’re the most fascinating things on the planet.My heart punches my ribs.It’s been too long.“Iris!” I yell before my brain even engages m
Last Updated: 2025-11-17
Chapter: Chapter 137DAISYCampus feels different without Iris.The air smells like burnt coffee and anxiety, and for the hundredth time this week I catch myself looking over my shoulder, expecting her to be there, matching my pace, talking about how she “accidentally” stayed up until 3 a.m. again.But she isn’t.She’s hundreds of miles away in some mystical fortress full of Lycans and destiny and fated mates. And I’m here, slogging through another day of lectures, caffeine, and mild existential dread.My boots scuff against the pavement as I head to class, backpack swinging. “You’d hate this,” I mutter to no one, picturing Iris’s unimpressed face. “Same professor, same boring theories, same guy who still thinks wearing slides with socks is a personality.”I huff out a laugh. God, I miss her.She’d always make this walk bearable. We’d talk about the weird dreams she used to have, about wolves and forests, back when did not know how real it all was. And now she’s living it. Living the fairytale with a very
Last Updated: 2025-11-17
Chapter: Chapter 136DARIANThe knock comes barely seconds after Iris drifts off to sleep. Her soft breaths fill the room, peaceful and steady, and I hesitate before leaving her side.“Iris,” I murmur softly, bending down to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Sleep well, love.”She murmurs something incoherent in response, curling closer into her blankets. I hesitate, heart heavy, before slipping from the room.The knock comes again, sharper this time, and I know it’s not idle. I pull on a dark tunic over my bare chest, my movements tense, and stride toward the door.When I open it, a guard stands there, rigid and serious, the torchlight flickering across his armor.“My lord,” he says, voice low but urgent. “The Lycan king… he requests your presence immediately.”I blink, frowning. “At this hour?”He inclines his head. “He said it cannot wait.”I feel my chest tighten. “Thank you.” I close the door, my mind already racing. Iris is asleep. I can’t wake her. She doesn’t need this. Not tonight. Not ever.
Last Updated: 2025-11-15
Chapter: Chapter 135IRISAfter a short drive, he stops at a quiet meadow just on the edge of the forest, the kind of place that seems pulled from a dream. The grass is soft and green, dotted with little white and yellow wildflowers, and there’s a blanket spread out with a wicker basket waiting. A small bouquet of daisies sits in the middle, tied with a thin ribbon.“You did all this?” I ask, eyes wide, voice barely above a whisper.He shrugs casually, though I know the lie immediately. “I had some help. But mostly… I just wanted it to be perfect for you.”I feel a rush of warmth at his words and the way his eyes hold mine. “It’s… it’s beautiful.”He steps closer, lowering his voice. “Not as beautiful as you.”I laugh nervously, brushing my fingers over my dress. “You say that a lot.”“Because it’s true,” he replies simply, then his gaze drifts over the meadow for a second. “Iris… I can’t believe this is real. All of this, us, me, you, t feels surreal. Like… like I’m dreaming.”I pause, searching his fac
Last Updated: 2025-11-14
Chapter: Chapter 134IRISI’m perched cross-legged on the bed, phone balanced precariously in my hand, trying not to drop it as Daisy paces her living room behind the screen like she owns the place. “Seriously, Iris, your face is a blank canvas. We can’t have blank canvas vibes tonight. You’re supposed to be a goddess on a date, not someone who looks like she’s preparing for a nap.”“I’m trying!” I protest, though the brush in my hand pauses mid-stroke as I examine the small, shaky movements of my own hands. “I’ve never been good at this.”Daisy tilts her head, lips tugging into that mischievous grin that usually precedes some kind of cruel tease. “Never? Really? Iris, you’ve been taking selfies since you were twelve. I’ve seen the evidence. You can contour like nobody’s business. You’re just… nervous.”I roll my eyes but can’t stop the small smile creeping across my face. “Nervous, maybe. But I’m not—well, I mean—this isn’t like…”“Not like a date with Darian? Yeah, we know,” Daisy says flatly, gesturing
Last Updated: 2025-11-14
Chapter: Chapter 133IRISThe air in the room feels heavier today than the previous days, almost suffocating, and I realize I’ve been sitting in the same spot for hours. Even the sunlight slanting through the curtains doesn’t make it feel lighter. Resting, yes. Darian insisted. And I’ve done exactly that… maybe too well.I glance down at the floor, trying to convince myself that standing up will make a difference. It’s not just the room. It’s the stillness, the quiet. I need air. I need space. Even my meals were brought here, my comfort wrapped in silver trays and delicate notes. I’ve become something ornamental, something precious, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m wilting, trapped in a cage made of soft pillows and white sheets.I push myself up, legs stiff and shoulders tight, and reach for the door. Just a few steps outside the room, a breath of fresh air, maybe even a small walk through the balcony… that should be enough.I twist the handle, but my foot barely clears the threshold before I se
Last Updated: 2025-11-13
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