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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
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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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Nana stays unconscious for days. The room is always quiet except for the steady sound of her breathing — weak, shallow, but still there. Lowell barely leaves her side. His strong shoulders look smaller now, weighed down by worry and exhaustion. His eyes, once sharp and full of authority, seem distant and lifeless. He sits beside the bed, holding her cold hand in his large palm, his thumb brushing softly over her knuckles, again and again, as if afraid to stop.Felicia takes care of the little Lycan Prince. She rocks the baby gently in her arms while whispering prayers. Every single day, she kneels by Nana’s bedside, holding one hand to the child and the other to Nana’s arm.“You will come back to us, Nana,” she whispers. “You will hold your son… I know you will.”The healer checks on Nana often, her face unreadable at first. But after days of silence, she finally speaks softly to Lowell.“She’s fighting,” the healer says. “Your scent… it’s holding her here. Don’t stop.”Lowell nods, s
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Lowell suddenly feels it — a sharp pull deep inside his chest, like something is slipping from his grasp. His breath catches. His heart pounds in confusion. He glances at Nathan, his voice urgent and low.“We have to leave. Now.”Nathan doesn’t question it. He only nods, his eyes filled with concern. He turns to the Alphas and Betas still gathered around the long table.“My apologies… we need to leave,” Nathan says quickly, bowing his head.The men nod in understanding, sensing something serious. Lowell doesn’t waste another second. He strides out, his pace hurried but controlled. Nathan matches his steps.As soon as they are seated in the car, Lowell grips the steering wheel tightly. His hands tremble. He stares straight ahead, his thoughts racing.“I can’t feel her,” he mutters, more to himself than to Nathan.Nathan looks at him sharply.“You mean Nana?”Lowell nods, his voice breaking. “Her… her presence is faint. I can’t feel Lana either. Something’s wrong.”Nathan doesn’t speak.
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“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
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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
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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
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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.“
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