All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan Prince: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DAISYThe sun is way too bright for someone like me, whose morning started with three hours of homework, a burnt piece of toast, and a caffeine crash halfway to school. I drag myself into the courtyard, my bag slung over one shoulder, clutching a book that definitely isn’t for class.Of course, Adrian McAlister is exactly where I expect him, sprawled out on the stone ledge near the fountains, looking like he walked straight out of a YA fantasy novel. Lazy smirk, perfectly messy hair, and a phone in his hand like it’s his lifeline.“Look who finally decided to show up,” he says, barely glancing up. “I was starting to think you’d joined some cult or something.”“I did,” I say, dropping my bag with a thud. “We worship books and drink iced coffee instead of Kool-Aid.”He raises an eyebrow. “I think I’ve read that book.”“Probably didn’t finish it.”“You wound me.”I sit down beside him, careful not to get too close, and hold up the book for him to see; A Court of Fang and Foolish Decision

ZEUSI walk into the high vaulted foyer of the Haven, with my boots thudding softly against the polished stone floor. My mind is a spiral of purposeful thoughts, each one sharpened like a dagger aimed at the heart of the throne room. I tell myself Daisy doesn’t mean anything. I tell myself she’s done. I tell myself that the flicker of something I felt when she screamed at me, when I kissed her was just the residue of a game. She was a pawn and I’m done with her now. I need to move on. The world will bend beneath me soon.Darian is out of town. The conglomerate packs had trouble, the usual rogues, raiding, chaos. Perfect. He’s away and our father, the Lycan King, is off consulting outlying territories. He’s trusting. Relaxed. Thinking his heir will never lift a finger. He’s wrong. By the time Darian returns, the throne will be mine. All mine. This is the next phase. The plan Adira and I have crafted. Calculated, precise. A whisper, then a collapse.I pause at a corridor intersection

ADRIANThe dining hall still smells like wine and tension.Everyone’s pretending the spill didn’t happen. The servants are scrubbing at the stain like it’s a sin they can erase, but the red only spreads deeper, darker. My brother’s laughter still echoes faintly in my ears, sharp, strained, nothing like him.I watch Zeus storm out before dessert even hits the table, shoulders tight, jaw locked like he’s holding back something dangerous.Something’s wrong.I feel it in my bones.I give it a minute before I follow, rising from my seat. “Excuse me,” I mutter, ignoring Father’s questioning look. The moment I’m outside, the air hits cold against my face. I spot Zeus’s silhouette already halfway down the corridor, moving like a shadow with purpose.“Zeus!” I call out.He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down.“Zeus!” I try again, louder. “You’re not gonna pretend that didn’t just happen, are you?”He keeps walking. The bastard’s acting like I’m air.Something in me snaps. I quicken my pace,

ADRIANI burst into the throne room, heart hammering so hard I swear the floor might feel it. My eyes lock on her first, Iris, in the center of the room, limbs trembling, bruised, her eyes wide and wary.“Iris! Get away from them!” I shout, running toward her. “Are you okay?”She doesn’t answer. She just blinks at me, eyes flicking between me and the figures surrounding her. And then I see it: the faint glint of fear, the way she’s bracing herself. My stomach twists.And then my own reflection hits me. Blood. Still smeared across my arms, chest, face. My fight with Zeus hasn’t given me time to clean up. I must look like a savage. I hate that she’s seeing me like this, if she’s scared, I can’t blame her.Before I can reach her fully, my father’s voice cuts through the room, cold and controlled. “Guards. Take him away.”I glance at him. My chest tightens. “No. Not happening.”“Adrian,” he warns, but the word is soft, almost regretful. I don’t care. I won’t leave without her.The guards

DARIANThe room smells of pine and burning incense, a strange combination that never seems to bother the Alphas but makes my stomach twist. I sit at the long wooden table, flanked by the Moon Ridge pack leaders. The meeting is supposed to be about trade agreements, patrol routes, and settling disputes, but so far it’s all formalities.“You’ve gone above and beyond, Darian,” the Alpha of Moon Ridge says, his deep voice smooth, commanding. “Your presence here has stabilized our region more than you can imagine. The other packs… they respect you.”I nod, offering a polite smile, though my mind wanders. It’s not about respect. Not really. I’m here because my father wanted me to be. Because these packs, these alliances, matter for the future of our rule. Because every decision has consequences.“Thank you,” I say, my voice steady. “I only hope my presence serves the pack well. I am grateful for your hospitality.”Another Alpha chimes in, a female with striking amber eyes. “It’s not just ho