Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan Prince's Blood : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

With a throb in her body, Nana gently stands up. Even though the pain is nearly unbearable, she is sure that she heard a boy's faint, agonized voice.Despite her anxiety, curiosity pushes her ahead as she limps farther into the cave. The tunnel grows darker as she continues, and her heart begins to thump hard in her chest. Every breath feels heavy, and the moans continue, soft and broken like the boy is in pain.She comes to a sloped area, and just as she tries to step back, she loses her balance. She slips, sliding down through darkness; even with such an impact, she can’t stop herself until she hits something solid. The impact knocks her breath out of the lungs and pain staggers through her body.Suddenly, Nana hears the groans again but they are much louder this time. Struggling to concentrate, Nana blinks her eyes as she tries to see in the dark. Her powers may be weak but she manages to discern a shadowy figure that has red glowing eyes.It’s in the shape of a human but with t

"Alpha, you have to calm down," Stephen says, his voice steady but urgent as he tries to calm his friend."Calm down?" Marco roars, his eyes flashing with fury. "That damn beast has woken up after 25 years, and you expect me to calm down? I should’ve killed him when I had the chance. Why did my father even leave him alive?" He throws his hands in the air before planting them firmly on his waist, pacing angrily."You know we can't fully eradicate the Lycanthrope bloodline, no matter how much we hate them," Stephen responds calmly. "Your father made the right decision. It's tradition. It's in our blood.""And now I'm the one paying for his ‘right decision,’" Marco snaps back, his frustration boiling over. "Did you see how strong that thing is? He's way stronger than my uncle ever was." The thought of it sends a chill down his spine. He could have died tonight if Stephen hadn’t intervened when he did.Marco’s face twists with anger. "All because of that bitch," he mutters under his b

There’s been nothing but tension in the pack with the Lycan Prince lurking somewhere deep in the forest, or possibly even within the pack house. Marco and his men have no idea where to search, but they know Lowell is somewhere around. “Stephen, this… this isn’t funny anymore! What are you doing? It’s been days, and Lowell is still somewhere in my pack. We have no way to draw him out,” Marco panics, stomping into the training ground with Stephen following behind. “I understand your worries, Alpha, but you would have sensed him if he were close. His father's blood in your system will give you a signal,” Stephen replies. Marco clenches his fists, recalling that night. It’s true, the Lycan blood can sense their own if they’re close by. That night, I felt something—a vibration through my body. Excitement? Worry? I couldn’t tell. But I followed my instinct, only to find Lowell killing my men. His men are restless. Marco can see the tension in their eyes, their fear unmistakable. They kno

"Alpha, we have a problem," Stephen says, bursting into Marco’s room, the urgency in his voice obvious.Marco looks up sharply, wondering why Stephen is so worked up, breathing like he’s been running."What kind of problem?" His voice is tense, already irritated. "This better be worth interrupting me for, Stephen."“There was… a trace of the prince in the area last night,” Stephen blurts out, barely catching his breath. He watches Marco carefully, knowing the weight of his words.Marco’s eyes widen as he springs up from his seat. “What the hell? Where?” he says, voice sharp and demanding. "Is anyone hurt?”Stephen hesitates, clearly picking his words carefully. “No injuries… at least none we’ve heard about yet.” He shifts his weight, and the room feels tighter because of the tension.Marco frowns, growing impatient. “What do you mean, ‘none that we’ve heard about yet’? Either someone’s hurt, or they’re not.” He folds his arms, watching Stephen closely.“Well, it’s just…” Stephen stamm

“Are you deaf, Nana?” one of the maids sneers, shoving a filthy pot into her hands. “Clean this up, and make it quick. Just because you’re mated to the Alpha doesn’t mean you get a pass.”Nana doesn’t bother responding. She’s used to this—the dirty looks, the constant orders. Being Marco’s mate means nothing here. If she wants to eat, she has to work like everyone else. Most days, she survives on scraps Felisha sneaks her when no one’s looking.As she scrubs the pot, she drifts back to the pitiful state she and her mate are in. Despite being the Alpha’s mate, she’s an outcast, forced to work for scraps and scorned by everyone in the pack. She used to pray every night for the Moon Goddess to find a way to set her free. Only to be mated to the Lycan Prince—another prisoner, just as broken as she is, too weak to save himself, let alone help her escape the Alpha who wants him dead.She’s scrubbing when she hears voices from down the hall. Marco and… Melissa. Her grip tightens on the rag,