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Chapter 33

Author: N. C. Harriet
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-01 14:08:31

IRIS

A whisper threads through my sleep, soft and familiar, like a memory I can't quite grasp. My name. It pulls me from the depths of slumber, and I blink into the dim light of my bedroom.

Darian?

He’s here?

Darian sits on the edge of my bed, his silhouette etched against the faint glow from the streetlamp outside. His presence is a jolt to my senses, a collision of dream and reality.

As our eyes meet, he stands abruptly, as if caught in a trespass. Instinctively, I sit up and reach out, my fingers wrapping around his wrist.

"Don't go," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turns to me, his eyes a storm of conflict. I can see the plea in them, the silent request for release.

"You're here," I murmur, more to myself than to him. The words slip out like a breath, soft and disbelieving. Like saying them out loud might anchor the moment, might make him stay.

He doesn’t speak right away. His jaw tightens, like he’s holding back a hundred things he wants to say, but doesn’t. Or won’t.
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  • Marked by the Lycan Prince   Chapter 33

    IRISA whisper threads through my sleep, soft and familiar, like a memory I can't quite grasp. My name. It pulls me from the depths of slumber, and I blink into the dim light of my bedroom.Darian? He’s here?Darian sits on the edge of my bed, his silhouette etched against the faint glow from the streetlamp outside. His presence is a jolt to my senses, a collision of dream and reality.As our eyes meet, he stands abruptly, as if caught in a trespass. Instinctively, I sit up and reach out, my fingers wrapping around his wrist."Don't go," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.He turns to me, his eyes a storm of conflict. I can see the plea in them, the silent request for release."You're here," I murmur, more to myself than to him. The words slip out like a breath, soft and disbelieving. Like saying them out loud might anchor the moment, might make him stay.He doesn’t speak right away. His jaw tightens, like he’s holding back a hundred things he wants to say, but doesn’t. Or won’t.

  • Marked by the Lycan Prince   Chapter 32

    DARIANIt’s been weeks since that conversation with my father.Weeks since he stood in my room and reminded me, again, that my life isn’t mine.Since then, I’ve done what was expected of me.I smiled in public. Took Adira to the autumn gala. Held her hand through the pack walk last weekend. She wore red, of course. The color of power. Of union. Of bloodlines.She kissed me on the cheek in front of the pack members, and I let her.The moment was captured, posted, shared across our territories. My father showed it to me the next morning over breakfast with the smug satisfaction of a man who believes his plan is unfolding perfectly.“You’re making me proud, son,” he said.I didn’t respond.I haven’t responded to much lately.The weight of pretending is a quiet kind of violence. One that doesn’t leave bruises, but eats at you slowly from the inside. And the worst part is that no one sees it.I haven’t stepped foot in Iris’s room since that night.I thought if I kept my distance, if I star

  • Marked by the Lycan Prince   Chapter 31

    DARIANThe bond is killing me.It’s like something invisible wrapped itself around my chest and refuses to let go. Every breath, every heartbeat, it’s laced with thoughts of her. Iris. Her scent lingers in my lungs like wildfire, and even now, sitting in the dark of my room, I can still feel her. Like a whisper in the back of my mind, calling me.I went to her room again today.Didn’t even think. I just ended up there. I didn’t go inside, didn’t touch anything. Just stood there at her door like some sick fool, memorizing the sound of her breathing through the wood. I hate myself for it. For wanting her when I shouldn’t. For not being able to stop.I’m promised to Adira. That’s the way it’s been written, carved into the future like stone. And I know damn well how this ends. I’ve always known. Duty comes before desire. The crown before the bond. Always.But Iris…There’s a knock at my door, sharp, firm. My head lifts, and I drag myself off the bed.“Come in.”The door opens and my fathe

  • Marked by the Lycan Prince   Chapter 30

    DAISYBy the time I get home, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck made of emotions, paint, and very bad decisions. My heart still hasn’t figured out if it’s racing from the kiss or from the fact that I ran out on Zeus like a mad woman. Both, probably.I barely make it through the door before Iris’ voice hits me.“There you are,” she says from the couch, looking like she’s been waiting a while. Her arms are crossed, and there’s a look in her eye that makes my stomach drop. “I’ve been texting you. Where have you been?”“Studio,” I mutter, toeing off my paint-splattered shoes. “Trying to get our project done. And don’t ask, it was... messy.”She raises a brow. “Messy like how?”I wave her off and head straight to the kitchen. “Nothing I want to talk about right now. Just a long day. Why? What’s up?”She hesitates, then follows me, her voice low and serious now. “Okay, I know this is going to sound insane, but I really need you to hear me out.”I pause mid-reach for a glass of water. “Yo

  • Marked by the Lycan Prince   Chapter 29

    DAISYWhen Adrian said, “Nothing formal, just something chill,” I didn’t expect a five-star restaurant with golden chandeliers and waiters in tuxedos.I pause just inside the entrance, gawking like a total tourist. The floors are so polished I can practically see my reflection, and there’s a faint scent of vanilla and money in the air.“Oh my God,” I whisper, nudging Iris as we walk in. “We are so out of our league.”She barely glances at me, keeping her voice low. “Calm your tits, Daisy. Try not to embarrass us.”I huff and roll my eyes, but I’m grinning. I mean, who am I kidding? This is exciting.I tug lightly at the sleeve of my black turtleneck. I paired it with wide-leg trousers and boots, simple but classy, at least, I hope it looks that way. Iris, of course, is effortlessly elegant in a beige midi dress and sandals that somehow make her look even taller. She always gets it right without even trying.We scan the room until I spot Adrian waving us over. He’s already seated at a

  • Marked by the Lycan Prince   Chapter 28

    DAISYWhen Adrian said, “Nothing formal, just something chill,” I didn’t expect a five-star restaurant with golden chandeliers and waiters in tuxedos.I pause just inside the entrance, gawking like a total tourist. The floors are so polished I can practically see my reflection, and there’s a faint scent of vanilla and money in the air.“Oh my God,” I whisper, nudging Iris as we walk in. “We are so out of our league.”She barely glances at me, keeping her voice low. “Calm your tits, Daisy. Try not to embarrass us.”I huff and roll my eyes, but I’m grinning. I mean, who am I kidding? This is exciting.I tug lightly at the sleeve of my black turtleneck. I paired it with wide-leg trousers and boots, simple but classy, at least, I hope it looks that way. Iris, of course, is effortlessly elegant in a beige midi dress and sandals that somehow make her look even taller. She always gets it right without even trying.We scan the room until I spot Adrian waving us over. He’s already seated at a

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