All Chapters of MARKED BY THE ALPHA'S ROYAL BLOOD : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucan’s POV“Now tell me where Danika is!” I hit my fist against the wallNo, I am not losing my cool. I just have to inject that jolt of fear in her when she is in her most vulnerable self. I can see that she is going through so much pain and injecting a bit of rage will help this moment.“I told you,” she whispers while clutching her sides. “I don’t… know anything.”I lean back, stretching my arms and yawning out loudly like this just another casual night, “You’re lying,” I say as I yawn again.. “And you know what liars deserve?”She closes her eyes for a fraction of a second. I guess she is praying, or maybe a farewell to this life. Whatever it is, death is not coming soon, because I have not decided that it should. If I want her to die, it would be a very painful death that even in the afterlife she would still be feeling the torture “You’ll… kill me anyway, just go on,” she breaths“Kill you? How did you read my mind? I was just thinking about death!” I laugh. “ Oh no, sweethe

Lucan’s POV"You don't know what you're talking about,” I try to defend myself at least. I notice how everyone in the cell is looking at me. Some even grin at this confrontation. I mark their stupid dumb faces, I will deal with them after this"Do you want to act like your mother did not betray you? She insults you at every given chance. She seduced me before you. She is trying to make me an ally of her, therefore going against you,” Alpha Alfonso smiles as he speaks, which makes his words even more hurtful . "Wake up, Lucan. Everyone around you is playing you. I don’t blame you, you are not even an alpha blood. You have not even done a coronation and you call yourself an alpha. You are prioritizing rubbish. Anybody can come and claim your throne without a coronation”Now he is putting ideas in their headsHe has said what he wants to say to me, he turns and walks toward the door. He is going to be my destruction if I don’t take time. The worst part is that I cannot even stand up to h

Lucan’s POVI inhale the water again. It is disgusting. Perfect. I am impressed by the quality of the waterI look at the guard who handed the bucket to me. I look at his face. He is smiling. He can relate with me. He is enjoying this whole thing as much as I am. Now that is what I am talking about. I see loyalty in his eyes. I think I need to tap in on him before I lose him. He seem like one that loves my methods Dansar’s head is still in the water, she is still struggling and there are gurgles coming out from the water as I force her head to stay still in there. Werewolves are resilient. They don’t die easily. I will keep her head inside there for three minutes, then from there we can increase it subsequently.I turn my attention back to the guard that I am impressed with, but I don’t show that I am impressed- I don’t want to give snakes an idea as to how to complete me. I want anybody that would please me to please me naturally, most because you know what I like.“Where did you g

Lucan’s POVThe scream Dansar makes, I have not heard before in my entire life. Her scream of anguish fills the dungeon and it is a balm to the wound she had opened in me. The revenge tastes sweetI let her son's body crumple to the floor. Then I step on his neck hard just to get a reaction off of her. I do get a reaction. She fights against her restraints so hard that she dislocates her shoulder. All that action is not needed , her son is gone"My son," she wails. "My baby. You killed my baby. You monster!"The boy makes small movements and I figure out that he is not dead yet. So I draw out my sword, raise it up and quickly swing it down on his head. His head rolls off his body like a gold fall- so tiny. Now he is dead and I think I have just found out that beheading might be my favorite way of killing a person- I love how the head separates from the body. It is beautiful “No!” Dansar lets out a guttural scream. “Not his head! You have killed him finally”Killed him finally? I s

Danika’s POVI looked like I just fought with a lion. So scattered and tattered. It would have taken another three to four hours to dress me up again and the wedding was going to start in a few minutes. In my mind, I knew that I might not be the flower girl any longer. I looked very dishevelled. I already made up my mind that I was not going to be the flower girl for this stupid marriage if it was going to continue. I wished so much that it was going to crash. “ I didn’t want it in the first place!” I had muttered to myself as I run- knowing that I was destroying the amount of effort put into making me beautiful that dayThe hairstylist had put so much effort into curling my hair. Now they were wild and sticky. I was sweating and my heavy white dress smelled of moisture, sweat stains, sticking themselves under my armpit. That was not only the stain on my gown. There was dust stain because of how I dashed to where he was, and how I fell down in the middle of my race. My flower crown wa