Todos os capítulos de The Lycan Prince’s Secret Obsession : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Chapter 41: He came? The village was smaller than an idea. A sagging awning. A shop that smelled of ramen and old batteries. Chickens, real ones this time, clucked without drama under a table. A teenager watched everything with bored omniscience from behind the counter.Nadai unfolded a few crumpled bills from the inner seam she’d stitched into her jeans months ago for exactly this nightmare. “Two waters,” she said. “One bread. Any disinfectant?”“Back shelf,” the boy said, not looking up from his phone.They shuffled to a plastic table outside. Elias’s hands shook so badly the first bottle clacked against his teeth. Nadai took it, tipped it, and said, “Small sips.” He listened. He always had, when it mattered. She cleaned his temple with a tenderness that made her eyes sting. He cleaned her side with gentleness that made his throat close.They ate the bread in quiet bites. Down the street, a dog slept under a motorbike like a secret.Elias stared at the condensation ring forming on

Chapter 43: Goodbye, Pennsylvania “Don’t touch my things, Your Majesty. I am leaving.”Delia’s voice trembled, but her hands did not falter as she folded the last silk gown into the leather trunk. The chamber was in chaos, half packed luggage scattered across the floor, jewelry cases thrown open, tiaras and sapphire combs clattering like discarded toys. Her maids moved nervously around her, none daring to interfere, their eyes darting between their mistress and the Queen of Pennsylvania who stood in the doorway like a storm.Queen Serena’s eyes were wide with disbelief, her hands clutched against her gown as though to hold her heart inside. “Delia, please… think this through. Don’t humiliate yourself further. You don’t need to leave the palace this way.”Delia whirled around, the fury in her golden brown eyes cutting sharper than any blade. Her hair was loose from its braid, tumbling in waves over her trembling shoulders. “Humiliate myself? No, Queen Serena. That has already been do

Chapter 45: She died"She’s gone…”The words broke through the thick veil of despair hanging in the hospital room. The nurse’s voice was soft, almost apologetic, but they fell like thunder on the ears of everyone inside.Elias' father didn’t move. His eyes stayed fixed on the fragile form of his wife, the once vibrant woman who had raised Elias and Suki, lying motionless on the bed. The beeping machine had long gone silent, leaving only the sterile hum of the air conditioner and the choked sobs of his sister.Suki collapsed against the bedside rail, her hands gripping the cold metal as if she could shake her mother back to life. “No! Mama, please! Don’t leave me. Don’t leave us!” Her cries pierced the room, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the tiled walls.Their father now sat slumped in a chair at the corner, his face buried in his hands. He was a man who had faced wars, loss, and the burden of being a pack leader, yet in this moment he looked utterly broken. Silent tears streaked d

Chapter 47: The Calm Before the Storm“You can’t do this, Kael!” Queen Serena’s voice broke the pre dawn silence, sharp with panic and frustration. She strode into the camp, her heels clicking sharply against the ground, eyes blazing. Her regal composure was gone, replaced by desperation. “You’re walking into certain death! The Knights… the shapeshifters—they’ll tear you apart! Don’t make me watch you die!”Kael, standing outside his tent with his hands crossed over his chest, did not flinch. The faint glow of the moonlight kissed the lines of his determined face, highlighting the fire in his golden eyes. He did not answer at once. The wind carried the distant roar of engines, the faint metallic scent of weapons, and the low growls of his R8 brothers, already preparing themselves.Delia, elegant yet panicked, stepped forward, clutching Serena’s arm. “Kael,” she implored, her voice breaking, “listen to your mother. You can’t possibly defeat them all. It’s not just a challenge—it’s a de

Chapter 49: Kael, please don't fight again The night pressed heavy over Pennsylvania’s royal camp, its silence broken only by the occasional snapping of logs in the fire pits and the muted rhythm of sentries patrolling the perimeter. The wind carried the bite of autumn, cold enough to make the canvas tents shiver, cold enough to sink into the bones of even the hardiest shifter. Inside one of those tents, Prince Kael lay stretched across a low cot, his body battered and stitched with pain from the brutal skirmishes earlier that day.The smell of iron hung around him, faint traces of blood he had not managed to wash from his skin. The sharp tang of herbs filled the air—poultices applied by the healer Nadai had insisted on bringing. His ribs protested each breath, and the cut across his shoulder burned as though fire still danced along his nerves. But Kael’s face was calm, his silver eyes fixed on the tent’s roof, as though beyond the canvas he was staring at the stars themselves.Outsi