All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan Prince: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

DARIANThe car jolts to a stop, and I don’t wait for the driver to open the door. My boots hit the stone driveway with a sharp echo, adrenaline pushing me forward, my heart hammering in my chest. I don’t even glance back at Iris. She calls my name, soft and urgent, but I can’t stop. I won’t. Not now. Not when every second counts.“Darian, wait!” Her voice trails behind me, panic threaded in every syllable. But I keep moving. I can’t explain. I can’t slow down. Every fiber of me is screaming to get to him.I tear across the courtyard, my breath comes out in jagged clouds, my legs pounding up the stone stairs, two at a time. Each step is fueled by a mixture of fear, fury, and helplessness, and I barely register the servants and guards who step aside in our path.“Darian!” she calls again, closer now, but I don’t stop. I know she wants an explanation. She deserves one, but I don’t have the luxury of words. Not yet.The hallways stretch endlessly before me. My vision is tunneled, every so

IRISThe King’s chest goes still, and the air cracks with silence. Darian doesn’t cry, doesn’t sob. He doesn’t even blink. He just stares at his father, face as sharp and hard as steel, yet inside… I can feel the storm brewing.The healers freeze, magic still trembling in their palms. Their eyes are wide and fearful, finally meeting the wrath of a man who has seen death close, but not like this. Not his father.Darian steps forward, voice low but lethal. “You!” His hand slams against the nearest table, shoving it with enough force to send vials rattling. “You were supposed to save him! Every spell, every remedy, every ounce of your skill!”The lead healer swallows hard, hands shaking. “My lord… we did everything we could…”“Don’t you dare speak!” Darian snaps. His eyes flare, fire blazing, veins tight against his neck. “Everything you could? This was my father! Do you understand what that means?!”I step closer, heart pounding, trying to reach him. But the storm inside him is too stro

DARIANThe forest presses in around me, rain slicking the leaves and mud beneath my boots. Every nerve in my body hums, taut and alive. I know he’s here, my brother, the one who’s haunted me all my life with that smug arrogance, standing somewhere in the shadows, waiting.“Darian,” a low voice slips through the mist, calm and cruel. “I knew you’d come. You can’t stay away. So obsessed with me, huh?”My jaw tightens. “Zeus,” I growl, stepping into the clearing, eyes scanning the gloom. “You think you can stop what’s coming?” he taunts, stepping into the thin drizzle. “Our father’s dead, your world’s falling apart, and you?” He laughs, sharp, bitter, echoing across the clearing. “You’re going to die anyway. Why fight?”Something snaps inside me. The world narrows to him. To the rage that’s been building since I found his betrayal, since I watched him slip between us and our father, since every glance, every lie, every manipulation has led to this moment.“I don’t care what happens to m

IRISI follow him through the hallway, my boots squelching in the mud he tracked in, and I already know where this is going. I can feel it coiling in him, waiting to burst, and I know he can’t stop it himself. He doesn’t even glance at me as I open the door to our bedroom.The second the door swings wide, the chaos hits me like a physical force. Clothes are strewn across the floor, books fly from the shelves, and the furniture is in shambles. His anger has taken a tangible form in the room, tearing it apart piece by piece. A vase skitters across the floor, crashing against the wall and shattering into jagged pieces. My chest tightens, my hand goes instinctively to my mouth, and I flinch.“Darian…” I whisper, stepping cautiously into the center of the room, careful to avoid shards of glass and overturned chairs. “Stop. Please.”He doesn’t glance at me. He’s moving too fast, throwing anything he can grab. The walls, the floor, the very air seems to vibrate with his rage. The storm that’

IRISI wake up slowly, the kind of slow that feels warm and safe, the kind that makes me want to keep my face buried in the pillow forever. But before I even open my eyes, I feel it. Someone watching me. Someone close. I blink, lift my lashes, and there he is. Darian. Stretched on his side, head propped against his palm, smiling at me like I am the sun.He says, “Good morning.”I feel my lips curve before my brain catches up. “Good morning.”He doesn't stop smiling. I lift my hand, curl my fingers around the back of his neck, and kiss him. Morning kisses are soft and lazy, but he always makes me feel like he has waited the whole night just to do that.“You look beautiful,” he says.I laugh a little. “I literally just woke up.”“I know. And you’re beautiful.”The way he says it makes my stomach flip. I press my forehead into his chest to hide the way my face heats, but he still laughs, that low sound that vibrates against my cheek.“You’re blushing again,” he says.“No I’m not.”“You a