All Chapters of The Lycan Prince’s Secret Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Pain And Anger

Chapter 61: Pain and Anger The air beneath the palace was damp and thick with the stink of moss and iron. Torches guttered weakly in their brackets, throwing jagged shadows across the stone. The guards shoved Elias inside a narrow cell, the iron door groaning shut with finality.He sank onto the cold floor, his mind spiraling in disbelief. His hands trembled against his knees. He had endured pain before—loss, bloodshed, betrayal but nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to the hollowed-out look in Kael’s eyes when he denied him.The mate bond still pulsed faintly inside him, like a candle guttering in a storm. He could feel Kael alive, breathing, his heart beating somewhere above but the bond was twisted, strained, as though strangled by unseen chains.Elias pressed his forehead against the damp wall, squeezing his eyes shut. “Why, Kael? Why would you forget me?”A soft laugh broke the silence.Elias’s head snapped up. Across from him, in the shadows of the adjoining cell, Zane

Last Updated : 2025-09-02

The Kingdom Moves On

Chapter 62: The Kingdom Moves OnThe kingdom moved with a rhythm that seemed strangely louder in the absence of Elias. The banners of silver and black fluttered against the late afternoon winds, carrying the scent of roasted meats and grain harvest through the capital streets.Merchants shouted prices in the square, blacksmiths hammered iron against anvils, and children played among the fountains. To the people, life had resumed with startling ease, as though the upheaval of Kael’s near death, his strange awakening, and the controversy around Elias had been washed away by the turning wheel of duty.Inside the castle walls, the heartbeat of the realm was steady, almost too steady. Servants bustled in silence, the rhythm of their steps trained to Kael’s restored authority. Guards stood at sharper attention than before, their eyes catching every movement, every whisper. Ministers and advisors gathered in the Hall of Councils with scrolls, petitions, and complaints, eager to place their t

Last Updated : 2025-09-03

The Weight Of Silence

Chapter 63: The Weight of SilenceThe sun blazed high over Pennsylvania, its sharp heat softened by the shade of the great stone walls of the academy. Students hurried across the sprawling campus, textbooks pressed tight against their chests, pens tucked between their ears, whispers of last minute revision following them like a low tide. Exam week had arrived, and with it, an air of tension that even the most carefree could not escape.Prince Kael Viren, sat at his desk in the lecture hall. His ink pen glided with confidence over the parchment before him. Where others sweated and chewed their nails, Kael’s brow remained calm, his jaw set with quiet authority. His wolf senses sharpened every detail. The scratch of pens, the smell of ink, the faint thudding heartbeats of nervous students but he remained unbothered.To his professors, Kael was now the epitome of discipline. Focused, regal, unstoppable. His papers filled with correct answers, his handwriting ugly and commanding, the same

Last Updated : 2025-09-03

Caught red handed

Chapter 64: Caught red handed “Your Majesty…” Nadai’s voice broke the silence, trembling as her eyes locked on the shadow in the doorway.Queen Serena stood there, her face etched with horror, her royal robes heavy with moonlight spilling from the hall behind her. Her gaze moved from Delia’s naked body to Nadai’s flushed face, and then back again. For a long, unbearable heartbeat, no one moved.Delia’s heart pounded like a drum, but her chin lifted in defiance, even as her hand slid protectively across her chest. Nadai, however, looked stricken, her whole body shaking as if the queen’s silence was more damning than any shouted accusation.Queen Serena said nothing.Her eyes lingered one last time, cool and sharp, before she turned her back to them and walked away, the echo of her steps fading down the corridor.“No!” Nadai cried, bolting forward, panic flooding her veins. She reached the door, fumbling for the handle, ready to chase after her. “Your Majesty, wait...”Delia’s hand sho

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

Blood at Midnight

Chapter 65: Blood at MidnightThe palace slept. Not a candle flickered in the long hallways, and only the occasional shuffle of armored boots echoed from the far courtyards where guards paced half-asleep. The moon hung silver and fat above the spires, its glow soaking the marbled floors through tall windows. Silence wrapped itself around the kingdom like a shroud, oblivious to the storm about to break.Delia pressed her back against the cold wall of her chambers, breath shallow, chest rising and falling with the fury that had consumed her since Queen Serena had walked in on her and Nadai. She could still feel the sting of shame when the Queen’s eyes had widened in disgust. Those dark pupils, sharp as blades, judging, condemning. Serena had said nothing, not a single word. She had simply looked, turned, and left.That silence was worse than a hundred curses.Delia gripped the dagger she had taken from Kael chambers some time ago, her knuckles whitening. The blade was ceremonial, deco

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

Bells for the Dead

Chapter 66: Bells for the Dead“Your Highness...open, please...Your Highness!”The pounding came like thunder against Kael’s door, rattling the iron ring in its socket. He was already half up, sleep torn from his body in one jolting gasp.“Enter,” he barked, voice rough.The latch flew. A young guard stumbled in, face gray, eyes blown wide. “It’s the Queen,” he said, breath breaking. “She... Her Majesty...”Kael didn’t wait for the rest. Barefoot, shirt thrown on wrong side first, he was out into the corridor before the boy could finish. He moved like a blade pulled clean from its sheath, the air around him sharpening, temperature dropping.And then the bells began.Low and slow at first, a single toll that ran its iron mouth along the bones of the palace. Another followed, then another, until the whole fortress seemed to vibrate with the weight of sound. Windows trembled in their lead frames. A flock of ravens boiled up off the east parapet and scattered like thrown ink.Kael ran.Se

Last Updated : 2025-09-05

Tracks

Chapter 67: Tracks The trackers worked. The wolves padded the corridors in fur and silence, noses close to the stone. They drew a map of scents that on any other night would have been meaningless: a servant’s spilled soup, a guard’s wet boots, a duchess’s rare tea trailed all the way from the western passage. Tonight, they wove it into a net.At the Queen’s chamber, nothing new: old perfume, old prayers, the steady hum of a life that had held its routines like a ritual. At the King’s, a tang of something not his: salt and clove and the wet-stone echo that had tugged at Kael. It scuffed faintly along the River Stair and vanished in the night-breath. The outer posts had been doused in wine.“A clever fox,” the Huntsmaster said, frowning at the wet footprint’s memory on his fingertips. “Masking the trail with a barrel tipped where the river wind would push the smell.”Kael’s eyes half closed. The bells were still tolling; they would until noon. Each peal went through him like a hammer.

Last Updated : 2025-09-05

Whispers of Home

Chapter 68: Whispers of Home“Papa… please drink this,” Suki whispered, her voice trembling as she pressed the rim of the steaming cup against her father’s lips.The frail man groaned as he turned his head slightly. His once strong broad shoulders that once carried nets, crates, and the burdens of his family was now sunken. The hospital bed in their cramped home in Chiang Mai seemed to swallow him. Sweat slicked his forehead, and the veins in his hands looked like fragile blue threads beneath paper-thin skin.“I don’t want it,” he rasped in Thai, coughing immediately after, his body shuddering with the effort.Suki’s eyes burned. Her hair tied in a messy bun, her schoolbooks forgotten on the wooden table by the window. For weeks she had been a nurse, housekeeper, and child all at once. Her small hands trembled as she set the cup down on the bedside table.“You need your strength, Papa. You must drink something, at least a little. Please.”The old man closed his eyes, the rise and fall

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

The Verdict and the Quiet After

Chapter 69: The Verdict and the Quiet After“You think you can bury this?” Kael said, and there was no tremor in his voice. It carried across the hall like a blade: clean, inevitable.The Great Hall was full to the eaves—nobles in trimmed cloaks, magistrates with worry lined like runes in their faces, soldiers who had waited months to see whether the prince returned a conqueror or a corpse. Word had spread that Kael had a verdict to pronounce. It had also spread that the verdict would be ugly.At the head of the dais, where a throne had once signified the final word, Kael stood instead on a low side. He wore no crown. He wore neither forgiving smile nor royal blandness. His wounds were fading stitches, still rubbed salves...showed in the slight hitch of his shoulder. The wolf inside him sat calm, a coiled thing that watched, measured, and did not leap.Delia Vale stood bound in a small cage placed to the left of the dais, hair carefully arranged though her wrists were furred with brui

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

Finale

Chapter 70: Finale In Georgia, the news moved like a different sort of fire. Delia’s embassy received the state’s dispatch through channels that had always accounted for decorum. They opened the container and found their princess’s body enclosed, wrapped with the same unvarnished state practice and with it a message Kael had let be sent: a court’s verdict becomes a record for nations as much as for people. Pride turned to rage. Men who had never raised their voices called war councils. A king does not see his heir returned with the mark of execution without taking the blade in return.Delia’s father, in a fury that made him stumble in his chamber, prepared his banners and called his lords. He mobilized on the gallop. The noise of departure, horns and spurs carried to Kael’s news rooms the way thunder might. Armies met on a ridge; the Prince of Pennsylvania led his troops with a command that had the weight of grief and the focus of a man who had seen too much and accepted too little.

Last Updated : 2025-09-06

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