All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan Prince: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DAISYIt’s been three days since Adrian walked out, pissed at both Iris and me, and things haven’t been the same since.I understand where he’s coming from. I really do. Being left out of something as huge as a mate mark is bound to sting. But I also know how terrified Iris has been since the marking. How much of herself she’s tried to bottle up. Adrian not knowing wasn’t betrayal. It was survival.Still, campus feels off without his chaotic energy buzzing around. Everything’s quieter. Iris has been stuck in her own head. And me? I’ve had to endure people whispering that we’ve finally been dumped by the McAlisters like it was a ticking time bomb waiting to happen.I’m halfway to my next class, trying to keep my mind off everything, when I take a corner too fast and wham.Books fly out of my hand and scatter across the floor.“Seriously? Are you blind?” I snap, brushing my hair out of my face, and then I freeze.Of course.Zeus McAlister.Because who else would I run into when I’m alre

DARIANMorning light filters through the tall windows of the dining hall, casting a golden hue over the polished mahogany table. I settle into my usual seat, the weight of yesterday's battles still pressing heavily on my shoulders. The scent of roasted meats and freshly baked bread wafts through the air, but my appetite remains absent.Adrian sits beside me, unusually quiet. His fork pushes food around his plate without much interest. I haven't caught Iris's scent on him lately, which means he's been keeping his distance, just as he should. It's better this way, safer for everyone involved.Across from me, Adira sits with her eyes fixed on her plate, her posture rigid. She hasn't spoken a word since we sat down. The tension between us is palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the previous night's events. I had rejected her advances, and the sting of that rejection lingers in the air between us.At the head of the table, my father engages in a hushed conversation with Alpha Conan. Their

IRISI’m standing in the kitchen, wrist-deep in suds, rinsing off the dishes from lunch when I hear the front door creak open. A few seconds later, Daisy walks in, dropping her bag with a groan that says more than words ever could.I glance over my shoulder, smirking. “Rough day, soldier?”She sighs like she’s been carrying the world. “You have no idea.”I wipe my hands on a towel and lean against the counter. “Oh, come on. What happened? Burn your tongue on coffee again? Trip in front of your class crush?”She lifts her head, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and mild trauma. “Guess who showed up to my painting class today?”I arch a brow. “Uh… Leonardo da Vinci?”“I’m serious.”“Okay, fine. I don’t know. Who?"“Zeus McAllister.”I blink. “Wait. What?”She nods, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water like she’s trying to wash the memory away. “Yeah. Just walked in like he didn’t not sign up for the class three months ago.”“But… we’re halfway through the semester.”

DAISYI tap my fingers against the wooden armrest of the bench as I stare at the Dean’s door like it might suddenly disappear. The silence in the hallway feels heavy, and even though Iris is right next to me, I feel this weight in my chest. Adrian’s been in there for almost twenty minutes now.“I mean… he’s a McAllister,” I say, turning slightly toward Iris. “It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, right?”Iris sighs, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “I hope not,” she says, but her voice is far from confident.We fall into silence again, but it’s broken a few seconds later when I hear footsteps approaching. Instinctively, I look up, and my stomach does that annoying little flip.Zeus McAllister.Great.He’s walking straight toward us, his expression unreadable as always. His eyes lock with mine, and I forget to breathe for a second. He holds my gaze, just two seconds, maybe three, and then looks away like I was never there.He doesn’t stop.He walks right into the Dean’s office.I e

DAISYWhen Adrian said, “Nothing formal, just something chill,” I didn’t expect a five-star restaurant with golden chandeliers and waiters in tuxedos.I pause just inside the entrance, gawking like a total tourist. The floors are so polished I can practically see my reflection, and there’s a faint scent of vanilla and money in the air.“Oh my God,” I whisper, nudging Iris as we walk in. “We are so out of our league.”She barely glances at me, keeping her voice low. “Calm your tits, Daisy. Try not to embarrass us.”I huff and roll my eyes, but I’m grinning. I mean, who am I kidding? This is exciting.I tug lightly at the sleeve of my black turtleneck. I paired it with wide-leg trousers and boots, simple but classy, at least, I hope it looks that way. Iris, of course, is effortlessly elegant in a beige midi dress and sandals that somehow make her look even taller. She always gets it right without even trying.We scan the room until I spot Adrian waving us over. He’s already seated at a