All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan Prince: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DARIANA knock lands heavy on my door.“Darian,” Adrian calls, sharp and unrelenting. “Open up.”I swing it open, irritation flaring. “What?”His eyes blaze. “What the hell did you do?”“To who?”“Don’t play dumb. Adira.”I blink. “What about her?”“She’s limping around, crying, talking about how you shoved her so hard she hit the ground. Said you screamed at her, said she’s terrified.”“What?” My jaw tightens. “I didn’t…I didn’t shove her like that. We argued, yes. She came into my room trying to-” I stop myself. “I pushed her away, yes, but not like that.”Adrian crosses his arms. “Well, that’s not what she’s saying. And right now? The entire damn Haven’s whispering about you.”I step back, running a hand through my hair. “This is insane.”He exhales sharply. “Father wants to see you. Now.”I can already feel a headache coming along. “What did she tell him?”He doesn’t answer. Just turns.I follow.The throne room feels colder than usual.My father sits tall and rigid on his throne,

IRISI haven't stopped thinking about that night. The way Darian's hands moved over me, attentive and deliberate, as if I were something precious.The way he listened, not just to my words but to the subtle cues of my body. It was more than passion; it was connection.And I hadn't realized how loud we'd been until this morning when Daisy couldn't stop teasing me, mimicking the sounds I apparently made.A smile creeps onto my face at the memory, unbidden and warm."Earth to Iris," Daisy's voice cuts through my reverie.I blink, returning to the present. We're in the garden, sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the pages of the book resting on my lap."Sorry," I say, adjusting my position on the bench.Daisy grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Daydreaming about your Lycan prince?"I roll my eyes, trying to suppress the blush creeping up my cheeks. "Shut up, Daisy."She laughs, the sound light and teasing, before settling beside me. For a moment, we sit

IRISThe bell above the door jingles as we step into the ice cream shop. The scent of sugar and vanilla wafts through the air, a stark contrast to the tension that clings to Darian like a second skin. I glance at him, noting how out of place he looks amidst the pastel-colored walls and cheerful decor.I order a scoop of mint chocolate chip, my favorite, and we settle into a booth by the window. I take a bite, savoring the cool sweetness, while Darian sits across from me, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room."Are you always this broody in public?" I tease, trying to lighten the mood.He raises an eyebrow. "I don't see the appeal of this place.""It's just ice cream," I say, gesturing to my cone. "Sweet, simple, and it makes people happy."He leans back, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Happiness isn't always simple."I study him for a moment, the way his jaw tightens, the shadows under his eyes. "You didn't even get anything.""I'm good, thanks.""Suit yourself," I say, taking ano

IRIS He hasn’t said a word in minutes.He just stands there, near the window, his arms folded across his chest, jaw tight. The sun’s nearly set, casting gold across his face and making the shadows beneath his eyes more pronounced. He looks… hollow. Like someone carved something vital out of him and forgot to fill the space back in.I watch him from the couch, legs curled beneath me. The air between us is still charged. I don’t speak. Not yet. Not when the weight of whatever he’s carrying is still pressing so visibly on his shoulders.There’s something in his stance, his stillness, that keeps me glued to the spot. Not fear, but tension. Like if I say the wrong thing, he’ll crack clean down the middle.He finally sighs and turns away from the window, pacing slowly, eyes down. His fingers twitch at his sides like they want to be busy, fighting, gripping a blade, doing something other than sitting with himself.I can’t take it anymore.I rise quietly from the couch and walk toward him. H

ZEUSI spot them the moment I step out of the side hall.Daisy and Iris, walking just ahead, side by side, books tucked under their arms, chatting like they haven’t a single care in the world. Daisy’s laughter is sharp, shrill, and entirely too loud for this hour of the day. My temples pulse.I suppress the urge to turn back the way I came.But I don’t. Because as exhausting as Daisy is, she’s still my best shot at keeping tabs on Darian and Iris for now.My footsteps echo as I approach. I watch Daisy turn her head. Her face lights up like the sun’s risen for her alone.“Zeus!” she squeals, and before I can brace myself, she barrels into me with all the force of a child seeing candy.I stiffen. Her perfume is cloying today, something floral and saccharine. I inhale through my mouth instead, patting her back with all the enthusiasm of a stone.Still, I force a smile. “Daisy.”“I didn’t know you were coming today! You didn’t text!” She pouts up at me, arms looped around my neck.“Surpri