All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Iris’ POV He’s late. Again. “Archer!” I type for the twentieth time tonight, my thumbs trembling. “Where are you?”The double-tick flash across the screen, just like the other messages I’ve left him. Yet, Archer is nowhere to be found. My eyes dart around the cozy restaurant, and then back at the door. The waiter approaches again, but this time, the warmth in her eyes is gone.“You’ve got to leave now,” she starts, picking up the empty glass on the table. “The restaurant is about to close.”“Please.” I stare up at her with puppy eyes. Archer finds it cute. “He’ll be here any minute now. I’m sure he’s just running late because of traffic.”She grabs the tray under the glass and scoffs. "He stood you up, girl! If you have any dignity left, I'll advise you to grab your things and go home. Block his ass and move on with your life. He doesn't deserve you."“You don’t know him enough to say that!” I snap, jumping to my feet. “Archer was right. I should have postponed our anniversary cele

Iris’ POV He is close to me now, so close that I feel the tension sizzling in the air. His words make no sense. I know what shifting means because I have read about it before. But as fiction. This…It can’t be.“My body does not call out to yours,” I say calmly, even if no part of my inside is calm. Darian’s presence fills every bit of me. So dark. So alluring.His gaze lingers on that spot in my neck again, but this time, he allows his fingers to graze it slowly. When I touch it, I feel pain, but when Darian does, the feeling is different, like I am floating and can trust him to catch me if anything goes wrong.My eyes flutter close as a lone finger traces the edge of the mark, as my body quivers under his touch, aching for more. "Your lips say one thing," he whispers, his warm breath shooting straight into my ears. "But your body says another. What more proof do you want?"I pull myself away from his arms, even though every inch of me wants to return to them. Instead, I walk over t

Iris’ POVThe buzz of students chatting in the hallway carries over to me, louder than usual. But I have gotten used to that part of the new me. Today, I have a new destination in mind, my face locked in utter concentration. “Are you sure you are fine?” Daisy asks for the umpteenth time. “What if the headache comes back?”“I’m fine, Daisy. Your dad said so himself. At least, now that I know I have a longer life span than the average human, I don’t think a mere headache is going to make me drop dead.”"This isn't about the headache, and you know it." The urgency in Daisy's tone makes me halt. "There's something else, right?"“Daisy, I told you already. It was just for a few minutes. I can barely remember what it felt like.”"When you opened your eyes, you were shocked, like you'd seen something…"Daisy doesn’t know how close to the truth she is, but for some reason, I don’t want to tell her what I heard. Even though I am still learning the ropes of this world I have been plunged into,

IRIS“Three days have already gone by.” The words leave my lips before I can stop them. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about him again. Daisy tries to nudge me with her elbow as we walk through campus toward class. The morning is bright and soft on our skin, the halls buzz with noise, but all of it feels distant.“I just thought he’d say something,” I murmur, keeping my gaze straight ahead. “Anything.” Daisy sighs. “Iris, they’re Lycan princes. It’s not like they punch a clock and show up to college like the rest of us. They’ve got... stuff. Rogue wars. Council meetings. Training. God knows what else.” “I know,” I say, but I don’t feel like I know. Because the truth is, I haven’t just been waiting for Adrian’s help. I’ve been impatient. Restless. I wanted to see Darian. So bad that I’ve stopped caring about explanations or logic. I just want to be near him. It’s like something is pulling me, yanking me closer to him. A magnetic pull that I don’t understand, like my enti

DARIANThe scent of parchment and burnt cedar fills my study. It’s quiet, finally. The kind of silence that settles over everything like a thick fog. I welcome it. It gives me room to breathe, to think. Or at least pretend I’m thinking about matters that matter.I stare at the map sprawled across my desk, lines and territories blurring together, none of it holding my attention. Not when something else, someone else, has been pressing at the edges of my mind since that night.I feel Adrian long before the door opens. His presence is loud, cocky, unfiltered, even when he’s not saying a word.I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What do you want, Adrian?” My voice is steady. Controlled.There’s a pause. I hear the creak of wood as he leans against the door.“You know a girl named Iris?”My pen halts mid-stroke.The room stills.For a moment, I say nothing. I don’t have to. Her name alone sends a tremor through me. My grip tightens on the pen, but I gaze at the page. If I look up, he’