Semua Bab The Lycan Prince's Blood : Bab 51 - Bab 60

She finally got to the pack house after she left Melissa’s girls.The walls hold whispers—low murmurs of disdain woven into the air, curling against the cold stone. Every step Nana takes echoes, not because she is loud, but because the house itself refuses to absorb her presence. She does not belong here. Not in these halls that carry the weight of hate, nor among the gazes that cut through her, dismissing her as something lesser than the dust on the floor.The moment she steps inside, her head feels hazy, she can feel strength draining from her, she tries to ignore the feeling, just one more step and she will be at her quarters but having to carry her legs is the issue.She takes in breath, trying as much as she can to breathe enough to get her to her door. She moves cautiously, slipping between shadows, her footsteps measured. She has memorized the unspoken rules. She knows which spaces to avoid, which corners offer safety, when silence is the only defense. She has spent years perfe

Hiding the Truth, how can they hide the pregnancy, it may not be noticeable now because it's still small but how about as it grows? It's as if Felicia and Nana's mind were in sync.If the pack finds out, they will kill him and take away her child.The thought grips Felicia’s chest like a tightening vice, suffocating her as she paces the healer’s dimly lit chamber. Shadows dance along the wooden walls, flickering in the candlelight, but they do nothing to ease the weight pressing down on her. Every breath she takes feels heavier than the last, as if the air itself has turned thick with dread.She clenches her fists, her nails digging into her palms. This cannot happen.A child linked to a Lycan?No one can ever know.Felicia’s mind races, calculating every possibility, every threat. If the Alpha or the elders get even a hint of this, Nana will be dragged before them, accused of treason against the pack. They won’t care about circumstances or fate’s cruel hand. They will see only one th

The corridors of the packhouse are unnervingly silent at this hour, but the healer knows better than to feel safe. Silence never means safety; it means watchfulness. The kind that hides in the dark, just anticipating your mistake.Yet she moves carefully with her cloak pulled tightly around her and her pouch close to her body. She feels the weight of what she carries, heavier than it should, as if the herbs pressed on her ribs, reminding her that she is taking a great risk.Nana is getting weaker. Three months have passed and the signs are already there. The fatigue. The sharp, unbearable pains. How her body shrinks into herself, like she’s fighting something that’s bigger than she could ever hope to overcome herself.She gets to the servant quarters and pauses just outside of Nana’s space. It is stale and thick with the scent of unwashed cloth and the dampness in the walls. Far from the warmth and luxury of those that belong here, this part of the packhouse is neglected.Nana’s on be

Eleanor doesn’t attack Nana openly—instead, she quietly strips her of the little privileges she had left.Nana realizes it almost immediately. The small things—her meal portions growing smaller, the extra blanket she had to keep out the chill vanishing overnight, suddenly she was asked to move to another room and her room reassigned to another maid, forcing her into a colder, damper corner of the servants’ quarters. Each change is subtle, calculated, enough to make her life increasingly unbearable without drawing outright attention.She clenches her fists, swallowing down the resentment bubbling inside her. She knows exactly who is behind it.“She’s toying with me,” Nana mutters under her breath, dragging the heavy bucket of water toward the main hall. The packhouse is eerily quiet at this hour, only the faint crackle of torches lighting the corridors. Her arms ache, muscles burning from days of overwork.“You can’t let this get to you,” Lana, her wolf, murmurs in her mind, the words

Nana is dragged out of her room, without explanation she is taken to the dungeon.Felicia screams, struggling against the guards holding her back. “Please! She has done nothing! She’s been quiet, obedient—why this? She’s weak! She fainted just yesterday! She won’t survive down there!”The guards don’t respond. Their expressions remain stiff, emotionless. The weight of Marco’s order hangs over them like an unbreakable chain.Felicia turns her tear-streaked face to one of them. “At least tell me why! What has she done?”The man holding her arm finally speaks, his voice devoid of sympathy. “It’s the Alpha’s order.”Felicia’s breath catches. “Then let me speak to him! I’ll kneel! I’ll beg—”The second guard yanks her away, dragging her from the entrance of the underground prison. “Go back to your quarters, old woman.”Even though she knew, no matter how much she begs, they won’t listen or hear her pleas, in the past when Marco abused Nana, she had tried to intervene but it never goes well