Semua Bab The Lycan Prince's Blood : Bab 91 - Bab 99

Lowell is at the brink of death. Every breath feels like shards of glass tearing through his lungs. The silver chains tighten around his neck, burning into his skin, draining every ounce of strength he has left. His legs drag weakly against the cold ground as Marco’s men pull him forward like a lifeless animal.But his heart is not on this path of humiliation and pain. His heart is with Nana. His mind drifts there even as his body is broken. He wonders — will she survive this? Will she find the strength to carry on without him? He has failed her. He knows that now. He was supposed to protect her, stand beside her, but here he is, chained and helpless.Lowell clenches his jaw. He can’t even fight anymore. His body betrays him, but his thoughts remain clear. He remembers the nights he watched Nana sleep, her soft breath against his chest, her hand resting on his heart. He remembers the excitement in her eyes when they talked about their future. The home they would build. The family they

Marco crashes to the ground with a thud that shakes the earth beneath them. His body lays twisted, his black wolf form heaving, struggling for breath. But his efforts are weak… pathetic even.Lowell stands over him, towering in his terrifying beast form — his Lycan fully awakened. The ground seems to tremble beneath his weight. His massive paws are like boulders, fur thick and matted with blood, muscles rippling underneath. His chest rises and falls in heavy breaths. His arms — long, thick, powerful — end in claws as sharp as blades. His head is that of a giant wolf, eyes burning bright yellow, glowing with rage and ancient power.The battlefield is silent. No one dares move. Not a single sound except for Marco’s ragged breaths and the distant crackle of fire.Lowell doesn’t hesitate. He lets out a deep growl that vibrates through the air, making every heart stop. His clawed hand slams down, digging into Marco’s chest. The black wolf beneath him lets out a choking, pained yelp. His le

Warning: Please note that from this point, we will have a bit of matured content unlike Nana and Lowell's story.Orion pulls out of Lumina, his breath ragged as he dumps himself on the side of the bed. His hand reaches lazily for his phone, checking the time with a frown. He knows he can’t stall any longer. The Moon Gala downstairs is in full swing, and his absence would already be raising questions.He drags himself up, picking out a fresh outfit from his wardrobe. His movements are unhurried, almost careless, as if the world outside this room barely matters to him.Lumina watches him quietly, her heart pounding so hard it hurts. The words she needs to say sit at the edge of her lips, trembling with fear. She doesn’t know which is worse — telling him or staying silent. Either way, she is scared."I sent the maid to get you a cup of wine," Orion says, breaking the thick silence as he shrugs out of his wrinkled shirt.As if on cue, a light knock comes at the door. A maid steps in with

“Get the healer!” Theon’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade as the car screeches to a stop in front of the pack house. Gravel crunches under his boots as he swings the door open and steps out, holding her close, her blood soaking deeper into his clothes.She’s limp in his arms, but her pulse—faint, weak—is still there. He hears it. Barely. Thanks to his Lycan senses, he can hear even the faintest sound.Theon doesn’t wait for anyone. He doesn’t care if the guards are startled, if his family is asleep, if the whole damn world is watching. He pushes through the front doors with one thing on his mind.Her.“What is going on?” His mother’s voice comes sharp from the stairs, her robe clutched around her, hair tied back in a quick knot. She stops mid-step when she sees the girl in his arms, eyes going wide. “Who is that? What happened to her?”“Call the healer. Now,” he snaps, not even looking at her.She gasps but turns quickly, hurrying down the hall.By the time the old healer