All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Blood : Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

The room is dim, lit only by the faint yellow glow of a single lamp near the bed. Theon lies with one arm behind his head, the other wrapped tightly around Lumina’s waist, skin pressed to skin beneath the sheets. Her back is to his chest, her breathing slow and warm. She isn’t asleep, but she’s quiet, eyes open and fixed on the ceiling like she’s trying to count every groove in the wood.His thumb brushes across her hip.“You’re still burning,” he murmurs, voice low.Lumina lets out a soft breath, her voice dry. “You’re not helping.”“You say that like I’m supposed to.”She doesn’t smile, but her body presses back against his, instinctively. The bond between them has been humming like a live wire since they first marked each other, but now… now it’s different. It’s deeper. Wilder. Harder to control. Since the moment their bond was fully completed—marked and sealed, her heat came on full force like it had been waiting for permission.And it hasn’t let up in five days.Theon hasn’t left

A few weeks later***The night air is thick with anticipation.The courtyard of the NorthHill packhouse is lit with dozens of floating lanterns, glowing softly against the deep velvet sky. The full moon hangs low above the gathering like a silent witness, silver and round, casting its light over everyone below.Warriors line the outer perimeter. Elders sit to the right. Nana stands near the altar, hands clasped, her head bowed. There’s a subtle hum of magic in the air—gentle, protective, ancient. It pulses faintly beneath the ground.Theon stands at the top of the stone steps, dressed in ceremonial black, trimmed with silver. A cape falls from his shoulders, clasped at the neck with the insignia of NorthHill. His expression is unreadable. Steady. But his eyes keep scanning the crowd, searching for her.And then she appears.Lumina walks into the courtyard slowly, dressed in ivory silk, the fabric flowing like water around her legs. Her silver hair is woven up, braided and crowned w

The black car rolls to a stop just past PhantomMoon’s border, quiet under the orange spread of dusk. Lumina steps out first, brushing her palm against the fabric of her dress. It’s simple—soft blue, high collar, loose around the stomach. She’s pregnant, and it shows, though just slightly. Her presence, though, speaks louder than her bump.Two NorthHill guards flank her, one tall and silent, the other a few years younger but alert. They say nothing as she steps forward alone, her hands at her sides, her posture calm.“I won’t be long,” she tells them without looking back. “Stay with the car. Don’t enter the compound.”They hesitate. The older one nods eventually. “Yes, Luna.”She walks ahead, steps slow, her pulse steady. PhantomMoon Pack is smaller, more compact, surrounded by clustered trees and clean brick. It’s not home, but it once felt like peace.The moment she passes the gates, heads turn. Wolves lounging near the patrol shed rise to their feet. No one stops her. They’ve heard

The air in NorthHill is thick with tension. A kind of stillness that holds everyone’s breath in place. No one says it aloud, but they all know—something is happening in the East Wing.It’s been building for hours.Lumina feels pain bolts through her waist again, "Arghhh" she screams. Bianca and the healers standing above her.Theon paces outside the room, back and forth, jaw clenched tight. His shirt is soaked from the storm that hit earlier, but he hasn’t noticed. Every time someone opens the door, his head snaps toward it like a loaded weapon.Bianca steps out at last, shutting the door gently behind her.“She’s in active labor,” she says. “The first pup is crowning.”Theon doesn’t move for a beat.Then he says, “And she?”“She’s strong,” Bianca says. “Focused. No signs of complications yet.”Yet.The word lands like a hammer in his chest.He nods, stepping back as Bianca goes in again. The door closes.He breathes once. Then again.Inside, the room is quiet except for the sounds of