All Chapters of Targeted by Lycan Princess' Brothers: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Third Person's POVAt Marshman Group, Marcus absently traced the photos on his phone screen with his fingertips.The scent of fir wafted through the air, forming a faint barrier around him.He had to admit that the designs were much more appealing—no wonder this woman had won first place; she had real talent.His pupils narrowed slightly in the interplay of light and shadow, revealing the faint outline of his vertical pupils.His assistant, Jones, pushed open the door and stepped in, her cedar-like aura slightly disheveled by the wind outside. "Sir, your mother is here."Marcus put down his phone, and the fir scent around him instantly dissipated. He looked at the middle-aged woman entering the room.Sidney carried an aged sandalwood scent mixed with the distinct aura of a dominant wolf. "Mom, what brings you here?" he asked."Have you finalized the divorce proceedings with Kelsey yet?" Sidney's vertical pupils narrowed s

Kelsey's POVI had barely finished speaking when Marcus strode toward me abruptly.Fir pheromones surged toward me like a tidal wave, carrying an undeniable aggressiveness.I stepped back and landed squarely on the mattress.Cedar pheromones flared uncontrollably, colliding violently with his fir scent and sparking tiny bursts in the air.My wolf pawed excitedly in my consciousness, as if it had found a long-lost resonance.He bent down, his long legs stabilizing between mine, trapping me between the mattress and himself.His body heat, wrapped in fir pheromones, blanketed me. His vertical pupils contracted into thin lines mere inches from my nose, reflecting my panicked expression."Couple?" His voice was as deep as crushed ice.His fingertip grazed my burning earlobe. "Kelsey, what are you implying?"My wolf let out a sharp whistle, echoing the low growl emanating from his consciousness.The cedar and fir

Kelsey's POVI swallowed hard, my cedar pheromones tightening instantly, like a frozen lake surface.Just my luck—recently, even my complaints get overheard!A cold wave of fir pheromones flooded in from behind, carrying the signature oppression of an Alpha.Marcus appeared in the doorway, his vertical pupils sweeping between Angela and me. The fir aura glanced off Angela, icy and distant, then swirled around me.As Marcus entered, the fir pheromones spread like frozen mist. His face was a mask, but his vertical pupils contracted slightly under the light—a clear sign of an Alpha suppressing his emotions.Angela quickly forced a smile, her lily of the valley pheromones turning cloyingly sweet. "Marcus, I made you some cream of mushroom soup," she said."Get out," he said flatly. The fir aura dropped sharply, like winter wind over a lake.Angela's smile froze. She glanced at me, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.Her lily of the valley pheromones sparked with anger—she cou

Kelsey's POVI stood in the foyer, my pheromones wilting like frost-hit pine needles.Marcus was totally unreliable—didn't he say Moira was arriving in two days?"Kelsey, you're back from work! Come over!" Moira's voice, carrying a sandalwood aura, drifted over like a sun-warmed blanket.Forcing a smile, I curled my fingers unconsciously while changing my shoes.Thank goodness I didn't bring a suitcase—I would've been busted for sure.Calmly, I handed the bag to Suzie.As I sat beside Moira, my fingertips brushed the elderly woman's hand—it was ice-cold, as if dipped in snow water.Her sandalwood aura was faint, like a dying candle—Marcus hadn't lied; she really hasn't been well lately.Moira held my hand and glanced at the wedding photo on the living room wall. "I was worried about your relationship, but seeing this photo puts my mind at ease."Following her gaze, I nearly choked.T

Third Person's POVAngela said tentatively, "Ms. Walsh, it's fine if you're not comfortable with this or don't want us to see something."Kelsey could tell it was a provocation, but she wasn't one to back down.She nodded, "Sure."Why should she fear anyone?Angela's smile grew as she turned to Marcus. "Marcus, let's go."Marcus's gaze deepened as he looked at Kelsey, a hint of something unfathomable flickering in his eyes.The three sat in the private booth, the atmosphere subtly awkward.Marcus pulled out his phone and saw Kelsey's message from that morning asking if he was free tomorrow.His fingers moved, replying, "Yes."Kelsey's phone lit up. Thinking it was Lucas and George, she quickly checked. Her hand froze mid-air.She glanced at Marcus, who had just replied to her.His dark eyes met hers calmly before he set his phone down as if nothing had happened.Kelsey was puzzled.She