บททั้งหมดของ Marked by the Lycan Prince: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

IRISHe staggers. I freeze, my breath hitching in my throat. . I can’t just run into him, he’s limping, leaning heavily on Kelvin and Adrian. So I step forward slowly, hands trembling, and when I reach him I wrap my arms around his waist. Softly. Carefully. I feel his body shake against me. “Darian…” I whisper. He presses his cheek to my head. “Iris,” he says, weak. I pull back an inch, tiptoe to look at his face. Bruises. Cuts. Blood crusted in his hair. He’s a shell of himself. My heart roars. “God, what did they do to you?” My voice cracks. He doesn’t answer right away. He lifts a hand to my cheek. It’s rough, trembling. Pain in his eyes. “Let me get you inside,” I say, guiding his arm over my shoulder. Kelvin and Adrian flank us. Adrian supports his left side; Kelvin, the right. I lead them through the door. Nana is there, pale, apron in hand. “Oh, my!” She catches her breath. I step between her and Darian, holding him upright. “Nana, help us. Please.”

IRISThe morning light is warm and soft, but it is his body beside mine that makes it feel like the safest place in the world. I lay on my side, facing him, studying the curve of his jaw, the way his lashes brush against his bruised cheek. His hair is tousled, lips parted just enough to tempt me.God, I missed him.I reach out, let my fingers trace the line of his cheekbone, slow and gentle. He stirs under my touch, breath hitching. I lean in and kiss his cheek, then again closer to the corner of his mouth. A whisper of a grin pulls at his lips."You're up early," he murmurs, voice gravelly and half-asleep."Do you always sleep with your mouth slightly open?" I tease, brushing my thumb across his bottom lip.He cracks one eye open. "Only when someone’s staring at me like they want to eat me alive.""Don’t flatter yourself," I whisper, but we both know I am lying.He reaches for me, his fingers skimming the bare skin beneath the hem of my shirt, not low enough to cross any line, but

ADIRAI walk through the stone corridors of the Haven, the faint echo of my shoes blending with the murmur of voices ahead. Two servants stand near the archway, their heads bent close, whispering with an unmistakable tone of scorn. My blood boils as I catch fragments of their words.“Darian actually took a beating... just to avoid marrying that girl,” one servant snickers, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with venom.“The future Lycan queen?” the other scoffs. “More like future embarrassment. Can you imagine how bad it must be for him to run?”“He didn’t even flinch when they chained him,” the first adds. “But marry her? He disappears like a ghost.”They giggle.“I’d take the beating too,” the second says with a laugh. “Better bruises than a lifetime with her.”My blood turns to ice.Her. That girl.Me.The name they dare mock with such ease, twisted into a joke, spat like something rotten.I don’t stop to think. I storm forward, each step deliberate. The coldness of the mar

KELVINI walk through the training grounds just past dusk, the air still warm, the sky bruised with fading light. The weapons racks stand silent, the ground littered with old targets and abandoned spears. I see Adrian ahead, tossing a dagger into a wooden target. The throw is precise, too precise. Tense. It’s the kind of quiet anger I’ve learned to recognize.My heart pounds in my chest so loud I can feel it in my throat. For two days I have carried this guilt, dread, uncertainty. My fingers clench and unclench as I approach. Adrian doesn’t turn at once, he is always focused when he’s training, and right now, he needs that focus.When he sees me, his eyes sharpen. He retrieves the dagger, tucks it away. “Kelvin. What are you doing here?”I clear my throat. “We need to talk.” My voice sounds small. He watches me warily.He nods once, dismissing the last throw. “Alright. Let’s move somewhere quiet.” He leads me toward a shadowed corner of the ground, behind the training dummies and wal

DARIANThe moment Adira dashes through the door, the world tilts.Iris collapses.I lunge forward, catching her just before she hits the floor, her body limp in my arms. Her skin is ice, lips pale and trembling. “Iris,” I choke. “No, no, no, no, look at me.”Her grandmother looks worried, fretting as she frantically asks, “What happened?”“She drank it,” I manage. “The water…Adira put something in it.”“Oh, my goodness,” nana gasps, dropping to her knees beside me.I look down at Iris. She’s barely breathing. I press my ear to her chest. There’s a heartbeat, but it’s too slow, too weak. My pulse races in panic.“Darian,” she whispers, her voice like smoke.I grip her hand, shaking my head. “You’re going to be okay. Do you hear me?”Kelvin bursts in through the door with Adrian close behind. Adrian’s eyes snap straight to Iris. “What happened?”“Poison,” I growl. “Adira was here. She laced the water.”Adrian’s face hardens. “Where is she?”“Gone.”Kelvin’s already moving, shutting the