All Chapters of Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Chapter 201 - Chapter 209

Xavier’s POVNo one spoke on the way back to the palace. The clearing had changed us. Not just our strategy, not just the outcome of the night, but something fundamental in the air between us.I walked ahead of the others, my pace controlled and measured. It was a mask for the violence coiling in my gut. Marcus wasn’t calm. He was circling the edges of my consciousness, pacing with a restless, feral energy that I could barely keep beneath the surface.“I know,” I muttered under my breath.The words were for him, too low for the others to catch, but enough to acknowledge the truth. Ignoring the beast wasn’t an option anymore. Not after tonight. Not after it had reached for her.My jaw tightened instinctively. I didn’t turn around, but I knew exactly where Alara was. The palace gates came into view, the stone looming large against the night sky. The guards straightened as we approached, their faces set in the same masks of duty we’d seen a thousand times.The moment we crossed the thre

Rylan's POVDeath didn’t end a pattern. It revealed it.Kael’s body lay where we had placed it — on the cold stone table in the lower chamber, far from the main corridors, far from prying eyes. The room was sealed. It was a tomb of clinical precision. Exactly how I needed it.I stood at the edge of the table, sleeves rolled, my attention a fixed point. Ronan leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching with that heavy stillness that usually preceded violence.Xavier stood closer. I could feel it in the air radiating off him — the way Marcus hovered just beneath the surface, unsettled and reactive.“You’re looking for something specific,” Ronan said. It wasn't a question.I didn’t look up. “I already found it.”That pulled both their attention.Xavier stepped forward, his eyes tracking the lines of the body. “Where?”I gestured toward Kael’s chest, the skin pale and waxen under the lamplight. “Under the surface.”Ronan frowned, his patience thinning. “That’s not helpful.”“No,”

Rylan’s POVSecrets weren’t kept in the walls. They were kept in what those walls refused to show.The royal archives sat beneath the eastern wing — buried deep enough to be forgotten, guarded enough to be trusted, which made them vulnerable.I moved through the lower corridor without hesitation, my steps silent against the stone. My attention was fixed ahead. The guards stationed outside the archive doors straightened the moment I approached.They didn’t question me. They didn’t stop me.Rank had its advantages. But access… access was something else entirely.The doors opened with a low, grinding shift, revealing the chamber beyond — dim, still, sealed.The air inside was colder than the rest of the palace. Records lined the walls in structured order — centuries of lineage, treaties, rulings, history — and omissions. That’s what I was here for.I stepped inside. The doors shut behind me, leaving me alone. Exactly how it needed to be.The upper records were useless. They were mainly r

Ronan's POVIt hit without any warnings.It was a sudden, jagged surge of energy that snapped through the center of my being as if something massive had reached out from the darkness and grabbed hold of my very soul from the other side of the world.I gasped, the sound catching painfully in my throat as my knees buckled. I barely managed to slam my hand down on the edge of the heavy oak table to brace myself. The familiar stone walls of my chambers blurred into streaks of gray and shadow. The air in the room changed instantly. It felt wrong — unnaturally thick, yet devoid of the oxygen I needed to fill my lungs. Everything had paused, except for the invisible hand that was currently reaching through the fabric of reality to find me.The sensation pulsed again like a command. It was stronger than anything I had felt before. And this time, it wasn't just a vague sense of "him" out there in the world. It was directed.My breathing slowed, my body instinctively attempting to find its ce

Xavier’s POVSomething was wrong.The realization didn't arrive through a sudden sound or a visual cue; it arrived through a void. It was the crushing weight of absence. The corridor leading to her private chambers was too still, the air unnervingly stagnant, as if the very atmosphere had been hollowed out.I didn't slow my pace as I reached her door. I didn't knock. I simply shouldered it open.Empty.My mind stalled, momentarily refusing to process the vacant space. She was supposed to be here. I swept the room with a clinical gaze. There were no signs of a struggle. No overturned furniture, no scuff marks on the stone, no evidence of an intrusion.That was infinitely worse. It meant she hadn’t been taken by force. She had walked out on her own."Where is she?"The words were a serrated blade as I turned toward the guard at the threshold. He snapped to attention, a flicker of raw dread crossing his features."My King, she—""Don’t hesitate," I snarled."She didn’t pass through the