Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lycan Prince’s Secret Obsession : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter 21: The Return The Bangkok humidity clung to Elias like an invisible second skin. The late afternoon air was heavy with the scent of sizzling street food—garlic, lemongrass, and the faint sweetness of ripe mango drifting from a vendor somewhere down the lane. In the distance, a tuk-tuk’s motor whined, weaving through the narrow streets, and the call of a fruit seller rang out in rapid Thai.He stopped at the mouth of the small street that led to his family home. The old, two story house stood with its weather worn cream walls and dark wooden shutters, just as he had left it. The clay tiles on the roof still bore the familiar, uneven pattern where his father had replaced some after a storm years ago.He swallowed hard, adjusting the strap of his small suitcase. Each step toward the gate made his heart thump harder. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be here—he did. But coming back like this was like carrying a weight that pressed into his ribs.He stopped before the wooden front

Chapter 23: Weakness The palace was no longer its usual picture of elegance and control. From the moment Prince Kael collapsed that morning, a frantic energy had gripped the air.Servants darted from one corridor to another, their footsteps echoing against the marble floors. The usually composed royal guards spoke in hushed but urgent tones, their eyes flicking constantly toward the double doors of the royal wing.Inside Kael’s chambers, the atmosphere was stifling with the heavy scent of herbal remedies burning in brass bowls. The curtains had been drawn halfway, letting in thin ribbons of morning light that cut across the room. Kael lay on the massive bed, his skin pale, his breaths shallow. A fine sheen of sweat clung to his temples. His once sharp eyes now seemed dulled, as though some invisible weight had pinned him down.It wasn’t just illness. Everyone could feel it — his wolf was weak.The faint growl that usually rumbled from him when he was irritated was gone. Even his hea

Chapter 25: Before the king “Bring her in!”King Mathias’s voice thundered through the great hall, sharp enough to silence the scurrying servants and maids who had gathered around the edges of the chamber. His jaw was set, nostrils flaring, his eyes like shards of burning coal as he sat upon the golden throne at the center. Beside him, Queen Serena kept her composure, though the quiet frown on her face betrayed a storm within.Two guards marched into the hall, dragging between them Nadai with braided dark hair and clothes smeared with dust. Her wrists were bound, though she held her head high, bewilderment etched across her face as though she could not believe she was being treated as a criminal.“Your Majesty,” she began breathlessly, struggling to steady herself as the guards shoved her forward. “Why am I being called like this?”King Mathias leaned forward, his heavy crown catching the light of the torches. “You dare ask? Do you know the charges against you, girl?”Nadai blinked r

Chapter 27: I don't care“Mr. Kael Viren… would you kindly tell the class the significance of Lycan sovereignty in the treaty of the North?”The lecture hall was silent, every student turning their gaze toward Kael, who sat slouched in his seat at the very back. His black hoodie covered half his face, his fingers drumming on the desk as though he had no care in the world. The professor’s sharp tone cracked through the air, but Kael’s mind was elsewhere.He wasn’t listening. He couldn’t. Not when Elias was gone...now Nadai too.It had been weeks since Elias fled back to maybe Thailand, and every night Kael’s wolf prowled restless in his chest, howling for the only one he truly loved. Nothing, no politics, no arranged marriages, not even his father’s commands could silence that pull.“Mr. Viren!” the professor snapped again, this time with a sneer. “Perhaps you believe that because you are the King’s son, you are above answering basic questions? Or do you think your status excuses your

Chapter 29: Suki “Oppa, where are my shoes?”Suki’s voice rang through the hallway before Elias could even answer. He was still in the bathroom, steam clinging to the mirror, towel wrapped around his waist as he brushed his teeth lazily. His younger sister, only sixteen and notoriously impatient, had been running up and down the house all morning, shrieking about her volleyball class.“Suki, don’t come in! I’m...”Too late. The door swung open with a slam, and Suki barged inside like a whirlwind, her black hair tied up in a messy ponytail, her sports bag slung over her shoulder. She didn’t even glance toward the bathroom door. Her eyes were scanning the floor, the bed, the wardrobe.And then she froze.Because sitting on Elias’ bed, cross legged and calm, was Nadai. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, a stark, unfamiliar beauty in the bright Thai morning light. She wasn’t dressed in rags anymore, not in the tattered clothes Elias had first found her in. Instead, she wore Suki’s