Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked by the Lycan King : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Okay… is she awake?" “I think so.” “Good. That makes things easier.” Myra squinted as the voices reached her, her vision still blurred and heavy with sleep. Everything felt distant, like she was being dragged back into her body against her will. Slowly, shapes began to form in front of her, though she could barely make out their faces. “It’s good that you’re awake,” one of them said. “The Beta sent us to get you.” “Huh…?” The sound left her lips weakly, her mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. She didn’t understand, not until they pulled her to her feet and dragged her outside. The moment sunlight hit her face, she froze. For a second, she couldn’t breathe. Then her chest tightened as emotion surged through her. The open fields stretched endlessly ahead, the fresh air brushing against her skin, and something deep within her stirred violently. Her wolf was restless, desperate to run. “The Alpha wanted you to remain in the dungeon,” one of them continued as t

Two figures intertwined beneath the layers of tree, “Ughh… baby, you feel so good,” Aiden growled, voice thick with lust. “Oh goddess, Aiden… ahh!” Lyka cried out, her nails digging into his back. He slammed into her harder, yanking her hair until her back arched. His hands groped her full breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as he buried himself deep and came with a low groan. Lyka shuddered beneath him, lost in pleasure. But then Aiden stiffened. A foreign scent cut through the air, it was sharp, familiar, and made his wolf jump. He turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of a wolf vanishing into the shadows. Amelia, Myra’s wolf ran with everything she had, her paws barely touching the ground as she tore through the forest, branches scratching against her fur while the wind rushed past her ears. She didn’t stop, didn’t think, didn’t allow herself to feel, she just ran until her strength finally gave out. When she finally collapsed behind a thick clump of trees,

What did I specifically tell you?” Alpha Ryan’s voice cut through the air like steel. His eyes were cold as he turned to the guards. “Get me a whip.” “No, Alpha—!” Kendall stepped forward instinctively, but Ryan cut him off instantly. “Not another word.” The crowd froze in fear. Aiden opened his mouth as if to speak, but the words died before they left him. Instead, he stayed silent, jaw clenched, as tension filled the air like a storm about to break. Ryan stepped forward. “Get down here,” he spat. “You criminal.” His gaze burned into Myra. “You fucking bitch… all you had to do was stay quiet for a few days. Just a few days,” he snapped, voice rising with disgust. “And instead, you ruined everything.” The whip came down. The sound of impact echoed sharply. The first lash tore through Myra’s already thin clothing, leaving a raw, visible mark across her skin. But she didn’t scream. She didn’t make a sound. Only her tears betrayed her—falling slowly, silently, as

A maid pulled her over stuffing a bonquet flower in her hands, "The wedding ceremony is starting and the Luna said you should go in first as the bridesmaid," "I don't even want to be... " The maid hurried back, "Sorry I'm just following orders," she tried to move when the spotlight shone on her. She had no choice and stepped forward. Myra walked down the aisle slowly, her gaze fixed ahead, her expression calm despite the storm raging within her. At the end of the aisle stood her mate… who is about to become a husband. Aiden’s expression shifted the moment he saw her. His eyes lingered for a second, taking in the way she looked, the way others were already looking at her. His face tightened, his fists clenching at his sides as his wolf became restless. Just a few more minutes, he told himself. It will all be over. Behind her, Alpha Ryan and Luna Daria walked proudly beside Lyka, who looked radiant in her wedding dress, her smile soft but victorious. She had won, and she knew it.

“Melissa,” Matteo growled the moment he stepped into the infirmary, his voice echoing through the quiet halls. A blonde woman stepped out from her office, lazily brushing her hair back, her eyes slightly tired. “You know you don’t have to shout my name every time you show up,” she muttered before her gaze dropped to the woman in his arms, and she froze. “Wait… what’s wrong with her?” Matteo ignored the question at first, moving straight to the bed and placing Myra down with surprising care, as though she were something fragile that might break under the slightest pressure. Only then did he look at Melissa. “Check her.” Melissa blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Brother… you’re actually asking about someone’s condition?” she teased lightly, but the look on his face wiped the smile off hers instantly. “Don’t waste my time,” he said coldly. “Alright, alright,” she muttered, raising her hands slightly before stepping forward to examine Myra properly. Time passed slowly. Matteo