All Chapters of Finding the Missing Lycan Princess: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Her Circle

Marcia The entire group stared at the mark on Marcus's neck in astonishment. When wolves normally mate, even with humans, a mark resembling a black tattoo of two wolves appears. The mark now worn by Marcus was a crown surrounded by runes. This mark is the crest of the house of the Lycan King, something no wolf had ever worn. Traditionally, the king could use magic to transfer the mark to his most trusted Lycans, granting them the rights and privileges of a royal. This mark would be on their wrist. Only a direct descendant, or their Mate, developed one naturally, and then it was always on their neck. As she watched the reaction to his mark, Marcia knew there was more going on than them being surprised that

I Must Leave

Marcus After making plans, the group had dinner together before leaving the Alpha and Luna. The meal was filled with jokes, laughter, and love, but periodically, Marcia would notice a look pass between her friends. They were supporting her, but they did not know how to act around her all of a sudden. When they left, Marcia felt slightly deflated that everything was changing. Looking at his beautiful mate, Marcus knew that she would probably be sore, but he found that he was unable to stop touching her and spent the entire evening finding ways to be close. Not that he had to try very hard. She seemed happiest curled in his lap, and could not stop stroking his mark. By the end of the night, they were both too tired to move, and they drifted to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Quiet Before the Storm

Marica Marica woke as her mate got out of bed, but she stayed where she was until he left the room. She knew this trip was important, but the nerves were getting the better of her. As she sat on the bed thinking about her day she promised herself that she would not dwell on Marcus being gone. All of the preparations for this weekend had been thrown into high gear, and today was no different. After breakfast, she had her last fitting for her Luna gown. After that, she wanted to go with the girls to look at the trial's layout and help make sure the medical tent was fully stocked for the event. While they were taking every precaution to prevent injuries, everyone expected something would happen at some point. Once the battle round started, Marcia expected the medical ten

Shifter Council

Marcus The shifter Council Chambers were designed to be uncomfortable, with the leaders of all races looking down upon the newcomers. The stone walls and floor made every sound echo, and the lack of natural light allowed the council to control every aspect of the room. There were no seats for those who were present, just an open area where those around them could see them. As they walked, the sound of their footstep mimicked a beating heart and drew the stares of each council member. Marcus had intentionally worn a high-collared coat, keeping his new mark out of sight. Entering the Council chambers was not a new feeling for Marcus and Jackson. They had been called to testify against the previous Alpha, and again after the challenge, where Marcus took control of the pack. Together they walked into the center of the room, being overlooked by a large table where all the members of the council were seated. Reaching the center, both w

Lycan King

Marcus The room suddenly burst into sound and movement. The Lycan King shifted, tearing through his clothes, and leapt over the table, grabbing Marcus by the collar and twisting his neck to see the mark more clearly. His nails extended into claws and sank into the younger male's neck. “It's not possible.”Confusion, sadness, and anger all crossed the King's face as the truth sank in. Marcus stood as still as possible to allow the King to see the mark and realize what they had; he was not the last of his line, as he believed. Once the King had examined the mark, Marcus began to speak. “After she marked me, we brought in a few trusted people to discuss what it was. My lead guard told us the story of the lost lycan princess, and I knew that I had to bring this to the council. I had already been intending to reach out about the Alpha's abuses of power, but my focus has shifted. I needed to see you. She has had a hard l

Tonight

Marcia Marcia did not remember leaving Marcus's arms. Nor did she remember moving around the desk, but she found herself wrapped in the King's arms, holding on for dear life. Her fingers dug into his back as she fought to keep the tears at bay.She had a family that wanted her, that had always wanted her. The thought kept swirling around in her mind as she held onto the King. She knew that she should move so they could keep talking, but she was afraid of losing what she had just found. Through her link with Marcus, she felt his joy and worry.Not wanting to upset her mate, she slowly pulled back with a smile and returned to her previous seat. Every step was hard. Yes, she was going to the man she loved, but it felt like she was abandoning her family. Fighting to control his own emotions, Dmitri cleared his throat before continuing. “Thank you, my dear, it means the world to me that you are willing to acknowledge

Shift

Marcus The afternoon had flown by in a blur of preparations for Marcia's first shift into her lycan form. The King had told her to get some rest, sending her to bed while asking me to take him to the training grounds. He had explained that when a lycan first shifts, they are disoriented and aggressive. The more powerful the lycan, the shorter this disjointed period is, but also the more dangerous. If they do not immediately recognize those near them, they can go on a killing spree before they settle. For that reason, he said that the pack needed to have its strongest guards lining the outside of the arena, with himself in his lycan form and me in my human form inside with her. Even in her lycan form, the hope was that she would recognize her family and her mate. This seemed like a good plan until his last words, “Not that the guards could do anything more than slow her down slightly. With a little luck, she will take her time, toying with them,

How is he alive

DmitriNone of this was possible. The words kept repeating through his head as he stood frozen in place. Marcia's command held more strength than any he had ever felt, enough to stop him in his tracks. His confusion was made even more overwhelming by the sight of Marcus sitting up, then slowly standing. When he had gotten between the lycans, he had taken a hit that should have killed him. Dmitri felt his claws tear through the wolf, slicing through tissue, bone, and even organs. There was no recovery from that point, even for Alphas.Then Athena had bitten him, injecting a toxin that should have killed him even at full strength, and yet he stood next to his granddaughter, naked and covered in blood but unharmed. Wracking his brain to figure out what could have happened, Dmitri struggled. There was only one explanation, but even that was said to be impossible."Marcia," The quietly spoken word caught the attention of both mates. Marcia turned, ready

Changing

MarcusLooking at the scared faces around the room, Marcus squeezed his mate's hand before linking to Dax, who had been surprisingly quiet. “Do you know what's going on? Since when would you stay out of a conversation like this? Are you ok? You do not think the Moon Goddess would take you, do you?” The questions were tentative as he feared that Dax would not, or could not, respond. He could feel his wolf was alive and well, but something was off. Marcus had assumed that it was the fact that they had nearly died, but now he wondered if it was more. There was a delay before Dax’s voice entered his head, sounding stronger and deeper than before. “Yes, human. When we began to die, I was called away to be blessed with a conversation with the Moon Goddess. She explained that the strength of a lycan soul comes from the fact that it cannot die; it lives on from human soul to human soul. When a wolf passes, we return to Selene and live in paradise.

Morning of the Trials

Marcia As soon as the door closed behind the men, she jumped from the bed, wincing at the unfamiliar aches and pains. Having been hurt many times and nearly killed a few, she smirked at the idea of discovering any new form of discomfort, but today proved that she had not felt everything. Every muscle seemed to be screaming as if she had run a marathon, and her joints ached as if recovering from an injury. That thought brought her up short; she was recovering from breaking every bone in her body when she shifted. Added to that, instead of sleeping in, she had joined Marcus for an enjoyable, albeit ill-advised, romp. With a shrug, she acknowledged that the aches she was feeling had been earned in the most wonderful way, and if she could do it again, she would not change them.

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