All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Blood : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Marco has lost every strength he had. Half of his men have already turned against him. The remaining ones are weakened, their breathing ragged, faces covered in dirt and blood. His head pounds. His heart feels heavier than ever. He snaps the neck of the rogue who lunges at him — the crack echoes in his ears — but his body gives out, and he falls to his knees.His chest heaves. The chaos around him blurs. The once-loyal pack warriors are either captured or already switching sides."You're really tough, brother."A voice. Calm. Confident. Familiar.Marco lifts his head slowly. His vision clears just enough for him to see the impossible.Lowell.Standing tall. A well-tailored dark suit clings to his form, the jacket buttoned neatly, untouched by the filth and blood surrounding him. His golden eyes glint with a cold amusement that sends a chill down Marco’s spine.In this madness, he looks like a man stepping out of a grand hall — not the battleground they stand on. His posture is firm. H

After Lowell was taken to the camp, the old man’s son moves swiftly, his face set in quiet determination. He knows time is running out. Marco’s men will soon trace them if they leave loose ends. He tightens his grip on the knife in his hand, steps into the thick woods, and scans for prey. His mind is sharp. His heart heavy. He understands what is at stake — not just their lives, but the hope resting on Lowell’s survival.A rustle in the bush draws his attention. Without hesitation, he throws the knife, pinning down a small deer. He moves in, ending its life cleanly. The animal’s warm blood stains his hands, but he does not flinch. He drags the body to a shallow part of the woods, stripping it quickly. He wraps it carefully with Lowell’s torn clothes, brushing Lowell’s hair strands around the area. Every move is deliberate. Every second precious.He exhales, standing back and surveying the scene.“This should fool them,” he murmurs to himself.The scent is strong enough. Marco will sme

Back to the present.Lowell turns to leave, his steps heavy but determined. His breath fogs in the cold air. Victory seems within his reach. But then — a low growl.He freezes.Before he can turn, Marco shifts. The crack of bones, the tearing of skin, and in seconds, a massive gray wolf lunges at him from behind. Claws rake across Lowell’s back, tearing through fabric and skin.Lowell stumbles but catches himself. He whirls around, eyes burning with rage.“Nathan!” he roars.Nathan doesn’t hesitate. His bones crack as he shifts into a huge brown wolf, larger than Marco’s, muscles rippling with power. With a vicious snarl, Nathan crashes into Marco, slamming him into the ground, pinning him effortlessly.Lowell wipes blood from his mouth, breathing hard. He approaches slowly, eyes cold.“Let him go, Nathan.”Nathan growls but obeys. He steps back, tail swishing low, his breathing rough.Marco shifts back into his human form, panting, blood smeared across his mouth. His eyes are wild.L

The sun sits high in the sky, its warmth gentle, but the air around the NorthHill Pack is anything but calm. There is tension in the gathering — thick, almost suffocating — as Lowell stands before the entire pack, alongside Nathan and Nathan’s father. The clearing is packed. Faces stare at them, some curious, others cold, and a few openly hostile. But there is no turning back now.Lowell clears his throat, standing tall, shoulders straight. He has waited for this moment, but it weighs heavier than he imagined. His voice comes steady.“I stand before you not to boast, but to make a promise,” he begins, eyes sweeping across the faces of wolves who have lost loved ones, who have seen betrayal, and who are uncertain about what comes next. “I will lead better than my father did. I have come to take my place as Alpha of NorthHill Pack.”There’s a murmur in the crowd. Some nod silently, accepting his words. Others look away, unwilling to be swayed yet. Lowell presses on. His voice softens.“

Lowell had listened to Nana’s plea — not to kill Marco’s son. He’s innocent, she had said, her voice weak but certain. For that reason, Melissa, her unborn child, and mother Eleanor were spared.One month has passed already. Now, both women — Nana and Melissa — are close to their delivery day. But the journey feels different for each of them. Melissa walks around with ease, glowing, her hands often caressing her round belly as if carrying a blessing. Her laughter sometimes echoes softly in the corridors.But for Nana… every day feels like life is being pulled out of her, thread by thread. Her skin has lost its color; her body, once strong and graceful, now lies almost still.Lowell hears the whispers. He catches them behind closed doors, behind lowered eyes and hurried steps. The same whispers he remembers hearing as a child — about the Lycan bloodline.“The Lycan seed is evil. A fruit that eats up its own tree as it grows. And when it ripens, the tree dries and dies.”He never wanted