All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Blood : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The air in the woods feels thicker tonight. Lowell moves cautiously, keeping his footsteps silent against the crunch of dried leaves. Every sound seems louder, every shadow a threat. He’s too familiar with this game of cat and mouse, and Marco never plays fair.But then it hits him.A scent. Soft at first, like a whisper in the breeze. But it grows stronger, weaving through the air like an invisible thread, wrapping around him, pulling him in.“What the hell…” Lowell stops dead, his chest tightening.It’s her. Nana.He knows it instantly, the scent as unmistakable as her voice. Sweet, warm, with that subtle hint of wildness he’s always associated with her. But there’s something different now, something more… potent.And then it clicks.Heat.“Fuck,” Lowell mutters, his fists clenching. His body reacts before his mind can catch up, a surge of raw, primal need coursing through him. His heart races, his blood feels like fire in his veins. He knows he should move, should keep going, but h

Lowell leans against the tree, wiping sweat off his brow. His entire body burns with heat and pain emanating from within; his muscles ache as though they have been at war for days. At intervals, fever descends and leaves him weak and lightheaded. He grits his teeth against the agony, determined that he will not let his body betray him any longer."For three fucking days," he mutters, dragging his palm down his face. His claws have extended into the line of an uncomfortable scratch on his skin, and he does not really care. The beast stirs restlessly within him, back and forth pacing, snarling, commanding that its will be done. Nana now seems even more strongly connected to him, like an iron chain tightening across his chest. She is in pain, he knows; he can feel it, the faint laceration of her pain reverberating through him.He kicks at a rock, sending it skidded across the forest floor. "Damn it, Nana," he growls in a low, rasping tone. He doesn't even know now if he's mad at her or m

Lowell’s breath comes in ragged gasps as he stumbles away from the last group of Marco’s warriors. His body aches, bruises and scratches covering him, but he’s still alive. Barely. The fever clings to his skin, sweat dripping down his back, making it hard to see straight, but the pain in his side is the least of his concerns right now.He pushes himself forward, leaning against a tree for support. The world around him spins, the smell of blood thick in the air. His own blood, mixed with the stench of the forest. He feels the weight of every injury, but there’s something stronger pulling him forward.Nana. That pull is still there, sharp and insistent. The bond between them feels like a chain around his chest, pulling him towards her even though every instinct screams at him to turn the hell around and run far away. “Fuck, what the hell am I supposed to do?”He forces himself to move, taking a step, then another. Each one feels like eternity, his mind racing, thoughts tangled in a me

The smell is like a kick to Marco’s stomach. Not hers. As anger surges through his body, his fingers tighten at his sides, the nails pressing into his palms. The difficulty is that he doesn’t have that fragrance. The fucking issue is that. Nana moves on the bed, her skin drenched in perspiration and her breath labored. She appears to be entirely destroyed by the heat. Marco, however, is unconcerned. He is unable to. She smells like another man, so no. He stands above her, his jaw clenched. “You were touched by who the hell?” His tone makes her wince, and she blinks up at him with glassy eyes. “I—” He’d rather not hear it. It doesn’t really matter what reason she has or what nonsense justification she is going to give. His wolf has already clawing at the surface, demanding blood, demanding that he rip apart whoever dared to leave their scent on her.But there’s something else beneath the fury.Something raw.Something that makes his throat tighten.Marco’s teeth clench

Marco watches helplessly as Lowell takes Nana out the door. His body screams in pain, but rage overpowers it. He grits his teeth, forcing himself to move. Blood drips from his temple, but it’s already healing, his wolf pushing through the pain. His fingers curl into fists against the cold ground.“Fucking bastard!” he spits, struggling to his knees. “I’ve been hunting your ass through heaven and hell, and you fucking walk into my territory on your own? And I still can’t fucking catch you?”He drags in a breath, pressing his palm to his throbbing skull. The humiliation burns hotter than the pain.“We noticed the Lycan Prince’s trace in the pack, Alpha,” Stephen’s voice breaks through his thoughts. A mind-link.Marco’s jaw clenches. “You incompetent piece of shit! The bastard isn’t just ‘tracing’ through my pack. He’s fucking here! He took Nana! And I’m wounded, goddammit! Get the fucking warriors. That son of a bitch doesn’t leave this ground. If he does, I’ll fucking massacre every us