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The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 90
The weight in Nana’s chest is heavier than anything she’s ever carried, especially as she walks slowly with Felicia by her side to her room. Step by step she drags against the marble floors, low, weak, from all the crying and screaming. However, the pain in her heart is worse. The mother’s pain of losing her child.She wipes her eyes through the edge of her scarf, and Felicia sniffs beside her. The old woman is shaking. Felicia whispers, ‘I’m sorry, it’s my fault.’ “I should have protected him… I should have —”Nana’s voice is hoarse from hours of tears. Her hand shaking as it touches the door, she stops at her door. Her. Her lips quiver. “Don’t blame yourself.”Felicia turns to her, grabbing her shoulders. “I raised you, Nana. You were like my own… and now your pup… I let you both down.” Her sobs break free again.Nana swallows the lump in her throat. There’s nothing left to say. She feels empty. Broken.But then, something shifts.It’s faint at first. A small tingle at the back of h
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 89
The chains bite into Lowell’s skin, heavier than they should be. The silver poisons his veins, dragging him closer to the edge of darkness with each passing moment. But he fights it. He keeps his eyes open, forcing his blurred vision to clear. He has to see. He has to watch. His heart pounds as he hears the soft, frightened cries of his son. A sound so small, yet it roars louder than thunder in his ears.Marco moves with slow purpose, every step deliberate. The smugness on his face makes Lowell’s stomach turn. He’s enjoying this. He’s not just here for the ritual. He’s here to break him — to see him helpless, to watch him suffer.The sorcerer lays out the tools — ancient, dark, and cold. Symbols are drawn on the floor with thick black chalk, lines curling and twisting into shapes Lowell doesn’t recognize, but instinctively fears. The air smells of blood and burning herbs.Lowell’s breath comes in shallow gasps. His chest tightens with every second. He pulls against the chains again, e
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 88
Lowell’s body trembles against the cold bite of the silver chains. Every muscle strains as he pulls, but it only burns deeper into his flesh. His wrists are raw. His breathing is uneven. But his eyes — his eyes remain fixed on the boy.His boy.He watches the sorcerer cradle the child like a delicate object. The chanting has not stopped. The ancient words float in the air, heavy and dark, swirling around them.Lowell pulls again. The chains tighten. His skin sizzles. His knees threaten to give way, but he forces himself upright. His son is crying softly now, reaching out tiny arms that tremble with fear.“I need to get to him,” Lowell whispers to himself, voice hoarse and cracking.He pulls harder. The chain bites deeper, slicing into his wrist. Blood trickles down, but he doesn’t care. He jerks forward again. Another burn, another sting, but still he moves an inch.The sorcerer looks up, calm and detached. “Alpha,” his voice is flat, without emotion, “I suggest you stay still. This r
The Lycan Prince's Blood Author's Note
Hey everyone,I hope you're all doing well. I wanted to take a moment to share something personal.I just lost someone very close to me—a young family member whose passing has left me completely shaken. It's the kind of pain that's hard to put into words, and honestly, I'm still trying to process it all.Writing and creating have always been a source of joy and escape for me, but right now, my heart just isn't in the right place. I need a little time to grieve, to be with my family, and to find my footing again.Because of this, I won’t be posting or updating any of my stories for a while. You can check out the story on other platforms, I have more chapters on Literie app or Myfiction. I truly appreciate your patience and understanding. Your support means more to me than you know.I plan to return to writing and updates in the first week of June. Until then, please take care of yourselves and hold your loved ones close.With love,Soter
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 87
Lowell’s heart pounds louder than the rustling of the leaves. The air feels heavier, colder, filled with a tension that squeezes his chest tight. He smells her before he sees her — her scent sharp, twisted with desperation and triumph.Melissa walked out of nowhere among the chaos.She steps out slowly, her hands trembling but steady enough to hold the dagger against the soft skin of his son’s neck.Lowell’s breath catches. His mind refuses to believe what his eyes are seeing. His boy — his little boy — trapped in the arms of a woman he once trusted. The knife glints under the faint moonlight.He turns sharply at his Beta Nathan, even though he had Stephen pinned on the ground on the ground, he knows he can’t do anything as long as they have the child.His men were all stunned.It feels like the entire world is standing still.“How the hell did we not take the child to a safe place first? Fuck, I let my anger blind me” He mutters to himself.“Please…” His voice comes out broken, strai
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 86
The night is cold, but Nana feels nothing.Her heart is hollow, a vast emptiness stretching inside her chest. She sits in silence on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, eyes red and swollen. The weight of the night presses down on her. The packhouse is silent, too silent, except for the occasional muffled sob escaping her lips.Lowell has gone out again with the search party.She knows he’s doing everything he can. She knows he won’t rest until he finds their child.But none of that soothes her.Her baby.Her little boy.Taken.Her body trembles. The guilt is crushing.I should have protected him. I should have felt something. Why didn’t I feel anything?Felicia enters quietly, her steps light, hesitant. She holds a cup of tea, but even she knows Nana won’t drink it.“Please, Luna… try to rest,” Felicia whispers.Nana slowly turns her head, her eyes distant, her voice flat. “How can I rest, Felicia? My child is out there. Cold. Crying. Alone.”Felicia’s throat tightens. “Lowell
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 85
Lowell stands by the window, unmoving. The night is cold and heavy. The weight in his chest suffocates him. He has led armies into war. He has faced death more times than he can count. But nothing — nothing — has prepared him for this. His six-month-old son, his first pup, is gone. Taken from his own walls.His fists tremble at his sides. He wants to smash the glass, rip apart the walls, tear through the night until he finds him. But he cannot lose control. Not yet. The pack watches him. They look for strength in their Alpha. And yet, inside, he is breaking.Nana sits curled on the couch, her body shaking with silent sobs. Her face is pale, her eyes red and swollen. She clutches the small blue blanket their son loved. It still smells like him. His soft baby scent, warm milk and innocence. The scent that now feels like a knife in her chest.Felicia kneels at Nana’s side, her own face streaked with tears. She keeps whispering, “I’m sorry… I should have been with him… I should never have
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 84
The door creaks open, breaking the suffocating silence of the room. Nathan steps in, his face pale, his eyes heavy with news that weighs more than he can bear. His footsteps are hesitant, almost reluctant, but he knows he cannot hide what he carries. Not from Lowell. Not tonight.Lowell is standing by the window, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles have turned white. His eyes, glowing faintly with the Lycan fire that never dims, are fixed on the dark night beyond. He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t have to. He already knows Nathan has something he will not want to hear.Nathan clears his throat, but the words stick. He exhales, shoulders trembling slightly. “Alpha… Marco and Stephen… they’ve escaped.”The room falls silent. The crackle of the fireplace feels louder than it should. Lowell doesn’t move. His body goes rigid, his jaw tightens until it aches. Slowly, he turns. His eyes — those burning, terrifying eyes — lock onto Nathan’s face.“What did you say?” His voice is low,
The Lycan Prince's Blood Chapter 83
Six months LaterThe sun is bright over NorthHill Pack, its rays falling gently on the grand hall decorated in silver and royal blue — the colors of strength and loyalty. The air carries the scent of fresh roses and burning sage, a tradition to invite blessings. Warriors stand at attention, families gather, and elders sit with approving smiles.Lowell stands tall at the center, his face calm but his chest swelling with quiet pride. His eyes never leave Nana. She sits beside him, her long dark hair cascading down her back, her frame still fragile but her spirit strong. Her gown is simple but elegant, flowing white silk with silver embroidery around the edges. Her hands rest carefully in her lap. Every movement she makes is cautious. She is still healing. But her eyes shine.Felicia holds the young Lycan Prince in her arms, gently rocking him as he stirs. Her face is soft with affection. She glances between the child and Nana, her heart full.The drums begin to roll slowly, the sound de
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