All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan Prince: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ZEUSThe SUV glides through the security checkpoint of the Haven, tinted windows, armored chassis, GPS disabled. The guard at the gate waves us through without a glance. Everything’s been pre-cleared. Everything about this night has been choreographed to feel like a victory.In the back, Darian is slumped across the seat, wrists zip-tied, head tilted to one side. The tranq hasn’t worn off yet. There’s dried blood at his collar, fresh bruises on his jaw. He looks smaller like this, but heavier somehow. A weight I’ve been dragging for miles.We pull up to the main building. Two soldiers move in as soon as we stop, opening the door, dragging Darian out like a package.I straighten my jacket, smoothing invisible creases, rehearsing the look. Father’s men line the hall, silent, expectant. This is the moment. This is where he sees I’ve delivered.Father is at the far end of the corridor, standing in front of the throne, conversing with Alpha Conan. They raise their heads, eyes meeting mine

ADRIANIt’s always a little jarring when Daisy actually looks serious.She caught me between classes, nearly dragging me into the empty seminar room behind the east courtyard. No smile. No teasing. Just those sharp brown eyes and a tone I hadn’t heard from her since Iris got her heart broken last spring.“Where have you been?” she asked. No hello. No hug.I raised a brow. “Is this about the text I didn’t reply to, or the party I didn’t show up for?”She didn’t laugh.“It’s been over a week, Adrian. You seriously haven’t heard?”I felt the shift instantly. The kind of moment where your stomach drops before your brain even catches up. “Heard what?”“Iris is missing.”I gasp, my voice coming out sharp, and instant, “What?”Daisy crossed her arms, hurt bleeding through the frustration in her voice. “Don’t act like this is news. You’re Adrian. You know everything.”“I don’t know this.”Her expression cracked. “I thought you were ignoring me because you were trying to ensure I didn’t figure

IRISI don’t expect anything to feel different.But it does.Maybe it’s the sleep. Maybe it’s the food. Maybe it’s just the fact that I asked for this, that I chose this time around. Whatever the reason is, something in me clicks into place as I lace up my boots and step outside the next morning.The air is crisp, the kind that bites a little when you inhale too deep. Mist still curls along the treetops, low and silver, and the clearing looks the same as always, worn grass, flattened earth, the old wooden post where my grandfather keeps the training weapons. Nothing’s changed.Except me.My grandfather’s already there. Of course he is. He doesn’t speak when I arrive, just gives a single nod. That’s all I need. Not a lecture, not sarcasm, not judgment.We begin.It starts with stances.“Weight on the balls of your feet,” he says, same as always.But this time, I’m already adjusting before he finishes the sentence. I feel the tension in my calves, the alignment of my knees. I don’t ju

ADRIANI don’t say a word until we’re three corridors away from Darian’s room.Kelvin’s trailing behind me, chewing on the inside of his cheek, trying to keep up. I take a turn down a quiet hallway and slip into one of the unused storage rooms near the east wing. It smells like old wood polish and dust and secrets. I shut the door behind us and finally let myself breathe.“That went well,” I mutter, leaning against a pile of crates.Kelvin drops the bag of supplies he brought for Darian onto the floor. “You think Zeus will actually keep us out?”“Oh, he’ll keep us out,” I say. “He’s probably gloating to Father right now. Can’t wait to watch us squirm.”Kelvin sinks down onto a crate and scrubs a hand through his curls. “We don’t have time for this.”“No,” I agree. “We don’t.”The silence between us hangs thick. Outside the storage room door, life goes on, footsteps echo, voices murmur, servants pass without knowing anything is wrong. “I can’t stop thinking about what Darian said,” I

ZEUSFather doesn’t scream. He doesn’t throw things. He doesn’t need to, his silence is even more dangerous.He just stands there, at the head of the long war table, hands resting flat on the polished surface like he could crush the entire palace beneath his palms if he wanted to. His eyes burn into me, sharp and wild with fury, and I think for a second that he might actually strike me. I almost wish he would. It would be easier than this.“This was your post,” he says quietly, and somehow the quiet is worse than shouting. “Your charge. Your blood.”I don’t answer yet. I know better. Let him talk. Let him empty the barrel before he reloads.He pushes off the table, pacing. “I trusted you. I gave you authority over the estate’s security. I handed you your brother in chains. And you,” He turns suddenly, pointing a finger at me like a sword. “You let him walk out.”“He didn’t walk,” I say before I can stop myself. “He was broken out.”“By your other two brothers!” Father slams his fist o