All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Blood : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The hall is quiet with pressure. It sits in the room like a dense fog, crawling up Theon’s throat, clinging to his skin. Heavy, expectant. At the far end of the chamber, the crescent-shaped council table stretches wide, it’s dark wood polished to perfection. The elders sit behind it in ceremonial black, eyes sharp with judgment. His father, King Lowell, occupies the central throne, one hand resting on the curved lion armrest, the other drumming steadily—annoyed, as always. Beside him, his mother watches with her usual silent disappointment, lips pursed, gaze distant. Theon stands just behind the dais, his jaw set, every line of his body taut. Bernardo is beside him, shifting occasionally, hands behind his back, unreadable as ever. “We cannot accept that girl as your mate and Luna of our pack,” King Lowell says, voice cold and matter-of-fact. “We will continue with the arrangement we had before—” “The arrangement was political,” Theon cuts in before he can stop himself, eyes nar

Lumina’s steps are unsteady as she walks along the quiet trail toward the village edge. Her feet ache. Her body aches. But it’s the dull throb inside her chest that gnaws the most. She moves like someone balancing on the edge of herself, barely held together, the PhantomMoon woods whispering around her with secrets she doesn’t want to hear.The small bungalow at the corner of the dusty lane comes into view, soft light spilling from the window. Shane’s house. A single breath escapes Lumina’s lips—not relief, but something close.She knocks once.Shane opens the door like she’s been waiting. Her eyes widen, surprise flashing across her features. “Holy stars, Lumina.”Lumina forces a small smile. “Hey.”Shane wastes no time pulling her into a hug, tight and fierce. She pulls back after a moment, holding Lumina at arm’s length. “You’ve been gone for days! No word. Nothing. I thought something happened to you after the Gala.”“I just needed to get away,” Lumina murmurs. “Clear my head.”Sh

Arwan shows up at Shane’s doorstep right on time, just like he said he would. His knock is firm, measured, no hesitation. Shane opens the door first, greeting him with a short nod before stepping aside to let him in. Lumina walks into the room a moment later, wiping her hands on a towel, her dark curls tied loosely back. Her eyes land on him, soft but guarded.“You ready?” Arwan asks, tone light, gaze steady.She gives a small nod, glancing briefly at Shane. “I’ll be back before dinner.”“Call me if anything feels off,” Shane says, eyeing Arwan like she always does—with subtle suspicion hidden beneath the surface.Lumina nods again. “I will.”They leave together, stepping into his black car. The drive is mostly quiet at first. Lumina watches the scenery shift from quiet neighborhood streets to the more urban stretch leading to the restaurant district. Arwan taps the steering wheel with one hand, focused but relaxed.When they arrive, he holds the door open for her, and she steps into

Outside, Theon’s phone rings. “The meeting will be in an hour as planned,” he says into the device, his voice clipped, barely masking the tension underneath. He had canceled a significant business meeting earlier, all in a moment of recklessness driven by Lumina’s absence. He had been ready to storm PhantomMoon Pack and drag her out himself if necessary. But she had returned. Quietly. Without a word. And in her return, she reminded him of who he was and what still needed to be done. So, he let the meeting stand.Now, he sits in the back seat of his black sedan, his eyes on the blurred scenery sliding past the windows as Bernardo drives in silence. Bernardo watches him now and then through the rearview mirror, always reading, always calculating. They don’t speak for most of the ride. There’s nothing new to say. Not when everything has started to align in ways neither of them expected.The car turns off the main road and pulls into the business district at the heart of NorthHill’s terri

Theon is sitting by the window when Lumina walks in. Last night they had slept without speaking to each other, Theon made Lumina wash several times until he was satisfied. The room smells like sage and cedarwood, soft from the scented oil burning low on the shelf. He doesn’t turn, but she knows he hears her. His hearing is too sharp to miss the creak of the door or the quiet sound of her barefoot steps on the hardwood.He finally speaks, voice calm but edged with something heavier. “Are you hungry?”She blinks, caught off guard by the question. “A little.”He stands, straightening the collar of his dark shirt. “Join me for dinner.”She hesitates, unsure if this is a command or a request. With Theon, it’s always hard to tell. His tone stays even, unreadable. She nods anyway. “Okay.”He doesn’t smile, but there’s a flicker of approval in his eyes. “Get dressed. We’ll leave in ten.”When he’s gone, she turns to the mirror, studying her face. Her skin’s flushed, maybe from the heat of th