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The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 80
“Somebody help!” Felicia screams, horror designs her face. “My child, Nana?” she cries, voice breaking apart.A few maids and guards who always stay nearby dash into the room. The fear on Felicia’s face mirrors on theirs as their eyes land on the bed.“Blood… blood…” Felicia stammers, pointing with trembling fingers. Her chest heaves, panic closing her throat. “The healer! Get the healer!” she finally screams, her voice cracking.The guards bolt out the door without question. One of the maids stumbles, catches herself, and rushes to the bedside. Felicia kneels beside Nana, heart pounding painfully in her chest.Nana’s breath comes in sharp, shallow gasps. Her body shudders with each contraction. Sweat beads on her pale forehead, and her lips tremble as she struggles to hold back cries of agony.Her hands clutch the bedspread so tightly that her knuckles are white. Her brow furrows deeply, pain tearing through her body like jagged blades. Blood pools beneath her, staining the sheets da
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 79
Lowell had listened to Nana’s plea — not to kill Marco’s son. He’s innocent, she had said, her voice weak but certain. For that reason, Melissa, her unborn child, and mother Eleanor were spared.One month has passed already. Now, both women — Nana and Melissa — are close to their delivery day. But the journey feels different for each of them. Melissa walks around with ease, glowing, her hands often caressing her round belly as if carrying a blessing. Her laughter sometimes echoes softly in the corridors.But for Nana… every day feels like life is being pulled out of her, thread by thread. Her skin has lost its color; her body, once strong and graceful, now lies almost still.Lowell hears the whispers. He catches them behind closed doors, behind lowered eyes and hurried steps. The same whispers he remembers hearing as a child — about the Lycan bloodline.“The Lycan seed is evil. A fruit that eats up its own tree as it grows. And when it ripens, the tree dries and dies.”He never wanted
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 78
Now, Lowell has been made the Lycan King, but his heart is restless. The weight of a crown cannot compare to the fear of losing her. He observes Nana on the bed, her weak body slowly breathing while her skin and lips are dry. She appears delicate… much more fragile than a woman who had once confronted him without batting an eye. Now the slightest motion makes her tremble.She begins to stir, her eyes opening up with a heavy lid. The first thing she sees is him. There’s bewilderment intermingled with fear in her eyes. “I…” Her voice is faint. “I’m… free?”Lowell clears his throat. He feels desperate to scream yes while wanting to wrap her in his arms and tell her that it’s all done and no one will ever hurt her again. “You’re safe,” he whispers. “You’re with me.” And he brushes his thumb on her forehead.Her lips tremble. Tears gather in her eyes but do not fall. She doesn’t believe it. He can see it.The healer’s words echo in his mind. Cover her in your scent… she needs your strength
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 77
The sun sits high in the sky, its warmth gentle, but the air around the NorthHill Pack is anything but calm. There is tension in the gathering — thick, almost suffocating — as Lowell stands before the entire pack, alongside Nathan and Nathan’s father. The clearing is packed. Faces stare at them, some curious, others cold, and a few openly hostile. But there is no turning back now.Lowell clears his throat, standing tall, shoulders straight. He has waited for this moment, but it weighs heavier than he imagined. His voice comes steady.“I stand before you not to boast, but to make a promise,” he begins, eyes sweeping across the faces of wolves who have lost loved ones, who have seen betrayal, and who are uncertain about what comes next. “I will lead better than my father did. I have come to take my place as Alpha of NorthHill Pack.”There’s a murmur in the crowd. Some nod silently, accepting his words. Others look away, unwilling to be swayed yet. Lowell presses on. His voice softens.“
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 75
The scent was faint at first, but it called to him, a pull he couldn’t ignore. Lowell’s stride lengthened, every step heavy with purpose as he followed the trail through the battered forest. The war was ending — he could feel it in the stillness creeping back into the air. But his heart hadn’t settled. Something was wrong. That scent… it was familiar. Too familiar.Nathan jogged behind him, his breathing ragged, confused but following without question. “Lowell… what is it?” he asked, but Lowell didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His instincts were louder than words.The scent grew stronger, sharper. Desperation. Fear. Blood.Lowell broke through the last of the trees and froze.In the clearing ahead, a guard was carrying her. Nana. Limp in his arms, head lolling to one side. Her stomach round and heavy — she looked pregnant.Lowell’s eyes darkened. His fists clenched.Nathan slowed beside him, finally catching on. His face paled. “Is that…?”“Yes.”Lowell’s vision tunneled. The scene in fron
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 75
Back to the present.Lowell turns to leave, his steps heavy but determined. His breath fogs in the cold air. Victory seems within his reach. But then — a low growl.He freezes.Before he can turn, Marco shifts. The crack of bones, the tearing of skin, and in seconds, a massive gray wolf lunges at him from behind. Claws rake across Lowell’s back, tearing through fabric and skin.Lowell stumbles but catches himself. He whirls around, eyes burning with rage.“Nathan!” he roars.Nathan doesn’t hesitate. His bones crack as he shifts into a huge brown wolf, larger than Marco’s, muscles rippling with power. With a vicious snarl, Nathan crashes into Marco, slamming him into the ground, pinning him effortlessly.Lowell wipes blood from his mouth, breathing hard. He approaches slowly, eyes cold.“Let him go, Nathan.”Nathan growls but obeys. He steps back, tail swishing low, his breathing rough.Marco shifts back into his human form, panting, blood smeared across his mouth. His eyes are wild.L
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 74
The air in the forest was humid, clinging and shrouded with mist, as suddenly, after weeks, Lowell opened his eyes fully for the first time. His body protested; his muscles felt stiff and heavy. But whatever pain he might have felt was compared to the stone pressing deep in his chest. He remembered bits and pieces: of being carried, the fire, the bite of silver in his veins. But now, there was only silence.He blinked, and the first face he saw was the old man, his father's Beta. The man’s visage was austere, a witness to decades of loss, yet his eyes were steady. Next to him stood a younger man, broad shouldered, with his arms folded. He was familiar-too familiar; that was the very face he had caught fleeting looks of in moments of half consciousness. Every time he managed to open his eyes,he saw that face briefly.“You’re awake,” the old man says, his voice low but firm.Lowell tries to sit, but a wave of dizziness forces him back.“Don’t push it,” the old man warns.The younger man
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 73
After Lowell was taken to the camp, the old man’s son moves swiftly, his face set in quiet determination. He knows time is running out. Marco’s men will soon trace them if they leave loose ends. He tightens his grip on the knife in his hand, steps into the thick woods, and scans for prey. His mind is sharp. His heart heavy. He understands what is at stake — not just their lives, but the hope resting on Lowell’s survival.A rustle in the bush draws his attention. Without hesitation, he throws the knife, pinning down a small deer. He moves in, ending its life cleanly. The animal’s warm blood stains his hands, but he does not flinch. He drags the body to a shallow part of the woods, stripping it quickly. He wraps it carefully with Lowell’s torn clothes, brushing Lowell’s hair strands around the area. Every move is deliberate. Every second precious.He exhales, standing back and surveying the scene.“This should fool them,” he murmurs to himself.The scent is strong enough. Marco will sme
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 72
The old man carries Lowell’s limp body through the thick woods, his breaths heavy but steady. His son walks beside him, silent, his eyes scanning every shadow. The night is quiet, save for the sound of branches cracking under their boots and the soft groans slipping from Lowell’s lips.The old man spares a glance at the boy in his arms. His skin is pale, his breathing shallow. The wound on his chest burns with a stench they both recognize — fenwick blood and wolfsbane mixed with silver. A slow, cruel death for any Lycan. But not for him. Not if they can help it.“We’re close,” his son says quietly, his voice calm, not rushed.The old man nods. “Good.”They walk in silence until they reach a narrow path hidden behind thick bushes. The son steps forward, parting the leaves, revealing a concealed entrance. The old man doesn’t hesitate. He steps through, carrying Lowell deeper into the hidden camp.The camp is quiet. Lanterns burn low. People gather around a small fire, heads turning at t
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