All Chapters of The Lycan Prince’s Secret Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12: Enemies closer “You will no longer serve Prince Kael,” King Mathias declared, his voice like thunder in the throne room.Elias froze where he stood, every muscle was tense, his eyes were wide, the scroll he’d been holding slipping from his fingers onto the polished marble floor. A stunned silence followed the king’s decree.“You will now serve me… personally,” the King continued, rising from his throne, the edge of his robe trailing behind him. “From this day forward, you will reside in my chambers, sleep on the floor, and accompany me wherever I go. You will clean my shoes, prepare my clothes, pour my wine, and be at my beck and call when you are not in class. After school, report straight to duty. Understood?”Elias’s lips parted, but no sound came. His mouth had gone dry, his knees weak. He could feel all eyes in the throne room boring into him—Delia’s satisfied smirk, the guards’ curious glances, and Queen Serena’s worried expression. His gaze darted briefly to Kael,

Chapter 14: Jealousy The dormitory was dimly lit, afternoon rays slanting lazily through the half closed blinds. Elias lay sprawled on the narrow bed, his arm flung over his face, attempting to drown out the world. His bag lay discarded on the floor, shoes flung off haphazardly. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the fan turning overhead and the occasional creak of old wood as someone walked past outside.He had lied.Told the King and everyone else that he had a packed schedule of lectures, special assignments, and a professor meeting him for private tutoring. In truth, Elias had no classes that day. He was just tired mentally, emotionally, physically.The palace with its endless tension, complicated eyes watching him, Kael’s looming presence, the sting of Delia’s gaze, the constant weight of pretending. He needed space. And in the dormitory, even though it wasn’t much, at least it was his.He drifted in and out of sleep, hugging a pillow close, letting the weight of so

Chapter 16: The Almost DiscoveryThe heavy oak door creaked as the latch turned, the sound like a blade sliding from its sheath. Kael’s pulse would have thudded in his ears if he heard the creak.But before the door could swing fully open there was an interruption. “Your Majesty!”The voice came from the hallway, bright, loud, almost too loud.King Mathias froze and turned sharply. Nadai stood there, Trump at her side. She was smiling, her hands clasped in front of her like she’d been waiting for this very moment.Trump looked less polished, his shirt slightly rumpled, a smudge of dust on his sleeve but his grin matched hers.“Nadai?” The King’s tone was edged with surprise. “And… Trump? What are you two doing here?”“We were coming to check in on Prince Kael but we’d like to speak with you, seeing that you're here now...” Nadai said sweetly, though her voice carried high enough for anyone to hear from far. “It’s about the wedding.”Mathias’s brows drew together. “Wedding?”“Ours,”

Chapter 18: Fuck off! Kael stormed through the palace gates, his boots striking the marble floor with such force that the sound echoed through the grand hall. Servants froze mid step, their eyes darting to the rage twisting his face.In the middle of the court, Delia stood, her chin high, draped in a silver gown that shimmered under the crystal chandeliers. The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of her lips when she saw him approach.“You think you can humiliate my kingdom, create enemies for us and walk away untouched?” Kael’s voice thundered, drawing startled gasps from the guards and courtiers nearby. “You will stay in your limits, Delia. I don’t care who you think you are in this palace...”Her smirk widened, but she said nothing, letting his anger spill into the open for all to hear."Is this the thank you I get for coming all the way from Georgia to bond with you?" Delia snapped. "I have tried to be patient with you, Kael." "It is Prince Kael Viren!" Kael thundered. "From tod

Chapter 20: Restless CurrentsKael sat in the back corner of the lecture hall, his pen poised over a notebook filled with more empty lines than notes. The professor’s voice droned on at the front. Something about economic systems, foreign trade, statistics but it was all just a muffled buzz in his ears. His eyes kept drifting toward the window, where sunlight spilled across the campus lawns and students milled about, laughing, talking, moving forward with their days as if the world hadn’t tilted off its axis.His world had.Elias’s absence gnawed at him. Not just the physical absence. Kael could handle not seeing someone for a day but the silence, the not knowing. It was the way Elias had slipped from view after the king hit him. Leaving Kael with nothing but questions and the echo of a conversation that kept replaying in his mind. A conversation he wasn’t sure had even ended.Kael ran a hand over his face, willing himself to focus. The professor’s chalk squealed faintly on the board