All Chapters of The Lycan Prince’s Secret Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52: Will you marry me? “Will you marry me?” Kael asked again.His voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, yet it cut through the stillness of the tent like a blade through silk. His eyes, storm dark, brimming with fever and pain, locked onto Elias. The words trembled on his lips, carrying every ounce of vulnerability he had left.Elias froze. His breath caught in his throat as if Kael’s question had stolen the air from the room. For a moment, he saw a boy beneath the warrior’s scars—trembling, desperate, begging for something no battlefield could ever grant him. But Elias’s heart, already burdened with duty to his family in Thailand, fear, and the sharp sting of reality, hardened.“No.”The word slipped from his mouth like a shard of ice. Firm, cold, final.Kael blinked as though struck across the face. His mouth opened, but no sound came, only the ragged shudder of his breath. Blood seeped fresh through the bandages at his ribs, darkening the fabric. Yet he didn’t care

Chapter 54: Surrender The air in the kingdom was thick with smoke and the stench of destruction. Buildings had collapsed, fires spread, and the screams of villagers mixed with the roars of warriors. Kael was no longer himself, he was a storm wrapped in flesh, bloodied and burning, but fighting as though possessed by the very spirit of chaos. Nothing and no one could stop him.From afar, Nadai’s eyes filled with tears as she watched him cut down soldier after soldier, knights and shapeshifters alike retreating in terror. She clenched her fists, heart breaking. He’s going to kill himself. He’s going to burn everything.Beside her, Elias stood rooted, pale and trembling. His own words of rejection echoed in his mind—words he had flung at Kael only moments ago. No. I cannot marry you.Nadai turned on him, her sobs shaking her chest. “Do something! Stop him, Elias!”Elias’s throat worked, but he whispered, “There’s nothing I can do. He… he won’t listen to me now.”Nadai’s grief twisted i

Chapter 56: The Heat of AllianceThe bath chamber was still humming with the soft echoes of splashing water and the faint fragrance of rose oil the maids had left behind. Steam clung to the walls, heavy and damp, turning the room into a cocoon of heat and silence. Delia’s fingers, cool and deliberate, lingered on Nadai’s breast for a breath longer than necessary.Nadai froze, her throat tightening. The steam fogged her lashes, blurring Delia’s figure into a shimmering outline of naked curves and unapologetic power. Delia stood closer now, her eyes dark pools, unreadable, unashamed.“Why are you stiffening like a child?” Delia whispered, her voice low, husky, carrying both mockery and allure.“I...” Nadai’s voice cracked, and she coughed to cover it. “This… this isn’t why I came.”Delia smiled, slow and predatory. Droplets of water slid down her collarbone, trailing between the valley of her breasts before clinging to her skin like tiny jewels. “Oh, but it is,” she murmured. “You came

Chapter 58: Plotting The long dining hall of the Royal Palace was lit with hundreds of golden sconces, each flame flickering in rhythm with the shadows of night that pressed against the tall arched windows. The vast oak table stretched almost endlessly, a banquet of roasted meats, honey glazed breads, steaming soups, and fine wines displayed as though the entire kingdom were invited. Yet only two men sat across from each other, King Mathias, sovereign of the Lycans, and Elias—the trembling, uncertain mate Kael had left behind.Elias sat stiffly on the high backed chair, his hands clutching the edges of the table as though the carved wood could anchor him against the tide of fear rising in his chest. He had been summoned with no explanation, no choice. The guards had escorted him through stone corridors, past the tapestries of battles long won, until at last he was seated here before the most dangerous man in the kingdom.King Mathias was silent. His broad shoulders cast shadows agai

Chapter 60: The Shadow of DenialThe golden light of dawn poured into the grand chambers of the palace, its warmth spilling across polished marble floors and velvet draped walls. Servants, guards, and nobles had crowded the corridors all night, whispering like restless spirits after the shocking news that Prince Kael had stirred from his slumber and lost his memory. The air hung heavy with tension, every breath trembling with anticipation of what would unfold.The great doors creaked open, and the chamber hushed.Kael appeared not lying in bed, not clutching weakness but on his knees, steady, powerful, rising as if unseen hands lifted him. His dark hair shimmered under the sun’s rays, his chest bare save for the bandaged wound stitched by the physician. His breath came strong and measured, not like the frail gasps of a man who had been dancing on the edge of death.The court froze.Queen Serena, her prayer beads still clutched in her hands, gasped aloud. “Kael… my son!” Her voice crac