All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Xavier’s POVThe letter was still in my hand when Ronan found me. I hadn’t realized how long I had been standing there in the study, staring at the words as if they might somehow change if I looked long enough.They didn’t. Alara was gone.Marcus paced inside my mind like a caged beast, his fury rattling against my control.‘Find her.’“I will.”‘Now.’The door to my study burst open.“Xavier—”Ronan stopped mid-step when he saw the state of the room. The desk was splintered. The chair had been knocked aside. The letter lay crumpled in my fist like a death sentence.His eyes narrowed. “What happened?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I held the parchment out.He crossed the room quickly and took it from me. The silence that followed as he read was thick enough to choke on.By the time his eyes reached the final line, his jaw had gone rigid.“Well,” he muttered darkly. “That explains why Alara isn’t in the palace.”Marcus snarled. ‘We waste time.’“I’m going after her,” I said. My voice didn’

Xavier’s POVThe moment the first rogue lunged, the forest turned into hell. There was no order. No formation. No strategy left to maintain.Just blood and war. Just the raw, brutal violence that erupted when predators met predators.Marcus surged forward inside me the second the scent of corruption filled the air. ‘Kill them.’And this time—I didn’t stop him.The first rogue barely had time to snarl before my claws tore through its throat. Blood sprayed across the forest floor, hot and thick, but I was already moving toward the next one.They came in waves. Corrupted rogues, their bodies twisted by dark magic, their eyes glowing with unnatural fury.One leapt toward me from the left. Marcus caught it midair. My claws ripped through its ribs, tearing flesh and bone apart before throwing the body aside like it weighed nothing.Another rushed from behind. I spun and grabbed its skull. The crunch of bone echoed as I crushed it in my grip.‘More.’ Marcus wanted more. And there were plent

Alara’s POVThe door opened just as the sun dipped below the horizon.I had been sitting by the barred window for what felt like hours, watching the fading light bleed slowly across the sky while pretending to be the obedient prisoner he believed me to be.But inside my mind—Every second had been spent calculating. Waiting. Planning.The sound of metal scraping against stone made my head turn sharply. The heavy iron door creaked open slowly. Two warriors stepped inside first. Both of them were corrupted rogues.Their eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, their movements stiff and unnatural as they positioned themselves on either side of the doorway.Then he entered. The room felt colder the moment the Shadow Alpha crossed the threshold. He moved with the same unsettling calm I remembered from the war room — graceful, controlled. Like a predator who knew he was the most dangerous creature in the room.The dark mask still concealed his face, but his presence alone was enough to make t

Xavier’s POVThe castle rose from the earth like a scar that refused to heal. Ancient. Broken. Wrong.Even from a distance, I could feel it — the weight of something unnatural coiled deep within its walls. The ruins stretched across the horizon, jagged stone towers clawing at the sky, their surfaces carved with symbols long forgotten by time. But not by power.My army stood behind me, silent and ready.Hundreds of warriors. Lycans. Alphas. All waiting for my command. But I didn’t move.My gaze remained fixed on the faint wisps of shadow curling at my feet. They moved unnaturally. Restlessly.Like they had a purpose. Like they were alive.Marcus stirred inside me.‘The boy.’My jaw tightened.Even now, miles away, my son was guiding me. The realization burned through my chest like fire.The first time the shadow had appeared—I had nearly torn it apart. I had thought it was him. A trap. Another twisted trick from the Shadow Alpha. But then it had moved. Not towards us. Not towards dan

Alara’s POVFor a moment—I forgot how to breathe.He stood there, filling the doorway like a force of nature that had finally broken free. Massive. Feral. Unrelenting. Blood streaked through the dark fur of his Lycan form, dripping from his claws, staining the stone beneath him in uneven patterns.Any other time, any other person would have been terrified. But not me. Not when I knew him. Not when I felt him.“Xavier…” The name left my lips like a prayer.Relief didn’t just come — it crashed into me. A tidal wave that knocked the air from my lungs and made my knees feel weak. He had come. He had found us. Just like I knew he would.Marcus, his Lycan, remained still for a heartbeat longer, those glowing golden eyes locked onto me with an intensity that burned through everything else.The rage. The bloodlust. The war outside these walls. All of it dimmed and got replaced by something deeper. Something raw. Something that belonged only to us.I took a step forward. Then another.I didn’