Alle Kapitel von I Stole His Mark: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

The great marble halls of the Lycan Kingdom glowed with candlelight as dusk settled. At the top of the high tower, King Thandor sat in his private study, ancient scrolls scattered around him, and a goblet of blood wine untouched on the desk. The king was not just any ruler—he was the longest reigning Alpha-Lycan in recorded history. Feared for his strength, respected for his diplomacy, and revered for his unwavering loyalty to his people, Thandor carried the weight of a thousand battles, victories, and losses. But no battle had wounded him more deeply than the one that took the love of his life.When the royal messenger entered, his boots echoed against the polished floor."Your Majesty," the messenger said, bowing deeply. "A message has come from the Hollow. It bears the council’s seal."Thandor took the scroll, breaking the wax with a single flick of his claw. His sharp eyes scanned the contents, then froze.He stood slowly, voice low but firm. "I have a daughter."The goblet slippe

Ilia didn’t speak as she left the training grounds, her bare feet quiet on the forest floor. Her hair clung to her sweat-slicked back, and her clothes clung to her like a second skin. Caelan and Derrin watched her go, tension thick between them.Caelan exhaled slowly. “Go with her.”Derrin glanced at him, surprised. “You sure?”Caelan nodded. “She needs someone. Right now\... it’s not me.”Derrin didn’t wait. He followed her into the woods, his stride long and purposeful.Ilia reached the lake moments before him. The moonlight shimmered on the surface, and she stood at the edge, staring at her reflection. Then, without hesitation, she stripped her tunic and undergarments, baring her glowing skin to the air.Derrin paused, hidden in the trees, breath catching in his throat.She stepped into the water slowly. As it lapped at her ankles, her skin shimmered with a faint light. The lake responded, small waves rippling around her thighs as she waded deeper, her siren magic singing silently

The sun had barely crested the trees when Ilia and Derrin began making their way back toward the Hollow. The air still carried the damp sweetness of the lake, clinging to their skin like a second memory. Ilia’s hair was a tangled, wild mess, glinting in the early light. She didn’t bother to fix it. She walked barefoot, her tunic clutched loosely over her shoulder, cheeks pink with laughter.Derrin walked beside her, shirtless, his pants slung low on his hips, droplets of water glinting on his chest. He looked smug, like a man who had gotten everything he wanted. Ilia elbowed him playfully.“You’re practically glowing.”He gave her a roguish grin. “Can you blame me?”“Your hair’s sticking up like a porcupine.”“And you look like you’ve been thoroughly ruined,” he shot back.She gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “Derrin!”He laughed, tugging her against his side. “Tell me I’m wrong.”She didn’t. She just leaned into him, basking in the comfort of something simple and sweet. It had b

"This is absurd," one of the council members barked after Ryvan's declaration. "Royal blood or not, she has been raised in the Hollow. She's one of us—this abrupt reclassification—"Derrin stepped forward, his voice sharp and unyielding. "You’ve spent weeks denying she’s one of you. You rejected her as Luna because she didn’t have a wolf. You whispered behind her back, treated her like she didn’t belong. And now you want to claim her because of her bloodline? That’s rich. Either she is one of you, or she isn’t. You don’t get to pick and choose when it benefits you.""Is not your decision to make," Ryvan interrupted smoothly, his tone laced with the authority of the crown. "You may govern your Hollow, but her lineage comes from a throne far above these walls. She will be treated accordingly."Ilia stood frozen, the weight of her brother’s presence still settling in her chest. She turned to the council, voice trembling but clear. "What does this mean for me?"The older woman with pinche

The room had settled into quiet. Ilia lay curled between the two males, her bare back pressed lightly against Caelan’s chest, Derrin’s hand wrapped loosely around her wrist from the other side. Their breathing had evened, bodies warm from the fire still flickering low at the hearth.But Caelan wasn’t asleep.His eyes remained open, staring at the shadows cast on the ceiling. Every time Ilia shifted against him in her sleep, something in his chest twisted. Not because he didn’t want her close—but because she wasn’t his alone.The bond hummed, stronger than ever. She had accepted him. He could still taste her on his tongue, feel her warmth under his hands. And yet…She belonged to him.And to Derrin.His jaw clenched.Carefully, he eased himself out from the bed. Ilia sighed softly in her sleep but didn’t wake. Derrin stirred slightly, his fingers twitching where they had held her, but he remained lost to the world.Caelan grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it on as he padded