All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan Prince: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

DARIANHe straightens, expression sobering. “All right,” he says slowly. “What is it?”I meet his eyes. “You know what everybody is saying. You know what I am. How long I have.”Adrian’s jaw tightens. “Don’t start that.”“I’m not…” I stop, dragging in a breath. “I’m not asking for pity. I’m just saying... I want to make sure I do this right. That I give her the kind of life she deserves. However short it ends up being.”He exhales hard, running a hand through his hair. “You always talk like you’ve already got one foot in the grave.”“Maybe I do.”“Bullshit,” he snaps, eyes flashing. “You’re still here. You’re still breathing. You just marked your mate, Darian. You think the Moon Goddess ties you to someone just to rip you away right after? You don’t know what’s going to happen.”“I know enough.” My voice comes out lower than I intend, rough around the edges. “The curse doesn’t vanish because I found her. It just... slows. Maybe. But I can feel it, Adrian. Every time my heart stutters,

IRISI’m perched cross-legged on the bed, phone balanced precariously in my hand, trying not to drop it as Daisy paces her living room behind the screen like she owns the place. “Seriously, Iris, your face is a blank canvas. We can’t have blank canvas vibes tonight. You’re supposed to be a goddess on a date, not someone who looks like she’s preparing for a nap.”“I’m trying!” I protest, though the brush in my hand pauses mid-stroke as I examine the small, shaky movements of my own hands. “I’ve never been good at this.”Daisy tilts her head, lips tugging into that mischievous grin that usually precedes some kind of cruel tease. “Never? Really? Iris, you’ve been taking selfies since you were twelve. I’ve seen the evidence. You can contour like nobody’s business. You’re just… nervous.”I roll my eyes but can’t stop the small smile creeping across my face. “Nervous, maybe. But I’m not—well, I mean—this isn’t like…”“Not like a date with Darian? Yeah, we know,” Daisy says flatly, gesturing

DARIANThe knock comes barely seconds after Iris drifts off to sleep. Her soft breaths fill the room, peaceful and steady, and I hesitate before leaving her side.“Iris,” I murmur softly, bending down to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Sleep well, love.”She murmurs something incoherent in response, curling closer into her blankets. I hesitate, heart heavy, before slipping from the room.The knock comes again, sharper this time, and I know it’s not idle. I pull on a dark tunic over my bare chest, my movements tense, and stride toward the door.When I open it, a guard stands there, rigid and serious, the torchlight flickering across his armor.“My lord,” he says, voice low but urgent. “The Lycan king… he requests your presence immediately.”I blink, frowning. “At this hour?”He inclines his head. “He said it cannot wait.”I feel my chest tighten. “Thank you.” I close the door, my mind already racing. Iris is asleep. I can’t wake her. She doesn’t need this. Not tonight. Not ever.

DAISYAdrian pushes open the iron gates with one hand, like they weigh nothing. They swing inward with that familiar creaking groan, the sound echoing through the courtyard and bouncing off the towering stone walls. I’ve walked through these gates before but something about the place always gives me a weird tight feeling in my chest. Not fear. Not awe. Just… awareness.Like the air has teeth and the ground has a heartbeat.But today I’m not thinking about the walls or the watchtowers or the Lycans stationed above, scanning every corner like world-class guard dogs.I’m thinking about her.And then my gaze drifts to the far end of the garden.And I see her.She’s kneeling in the grass with her back half-turned, hair messy and piled in a bun at the crown of her head. She’s humming to herself, touching the petals of some delicate blue flowers like they’re the most fascinating things on the planet.My heart punches my ribs.It’s been too long.“Iris!” I yell before my brain even engages m

IRISDarian’s forehead rests against mine for a moment longer, the warmth of his breath brushing my lips, the faint smile still lingering there like he’s trying to memorize me in this dress and my heart is beating hard enough to shake my ribs.Then he pulls back just enough to look at me fully.“I want to take you out,” he murmurs.I blink. “Out… where?”He lifts my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles. “On a date.”My mouth falls open. “A… date?”“Mhm.” He smiles softly, amused at my shock. “A proper one. Shopping. And then dinner. Anything you want.”My brain sputters like an old machine. “Shopping? Dinner? Today?”“Right now,” he says, brushing a stray curl from my cheek. “If you want to.”“Yes. I mean yes, of course.” I look down at myself and laugh breathlessly. “But maybe I should… change out of my… mating ceremony dress.”“Probably a good idea,” he chuckles, stepping back. I’m still buzzing with nerves as I slip behind the curtain and into the closet. The moment