All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

No matter how tightly Matteo held his neck, the rogue refused to speak. He remained tight-lipped. Seeing his frustration, one of the other rogues laughed mockingly. The guards immediately attacked him, beating him without mercy. But no matter how hard they hit him, a wide smile stayed plastered on his face, which only made everyone more irritated. Matteo grabbed him instead. “What do you know?” he asked in a threatening voice. “Your Majesty, I know many things. What do you want me to say?” the rogue laughed before choking as Matteo’s grip tightened. “Do you think I’m playing with you? Tell me, or I will make sure you and your family pay the price,” Matteo said before throwing him hard onto the floor. The rogue’s face changed. He quickly stood up, holding his knees to steady himself. “Death is the most useless thing you have against us. We do not fear you. Many more will come, and you cannot do anything about it.” He broke into hysterical laughter, then crushed a pill that had bee

The next day, Luna Daria set out to meet Wendy. The location she received was a small, quiet café near the outskirts of town. When she arrived, she immediately spotted a figure sitting in the corner wearing a dark hoodie that covered most of her face. Luna Daria turned to her bodyguards. “Wait outside.” The guards hesitated for a moment but obeyed. She entered the café alone and walked straight to the secluded corner. Wendy looked up nervously as she approached. “What do you want?” Luna Daria asked coldly the moment she sat down. “Say it immediately.” Wendy glanced around the café first. “Did anyone follow you?” “No one followed me. Now get to the point,” Daria replied sharply. “If you don’t tell me anything valuable, I will have you arrested and killed directly.” Wendy swallowed hard. Her hands trembled as she reached into her bag and pulled out a folded set of documents. She pushed them across the table toward Luna Daria. Daria opened the papers. Her eyes scanned the contents

More doctors arrived at the mansion. They carefully lifted Elvis’s lifeless body from the bed and carried him away toward the morgue. Luna Daria had cried until she had no tears left. She leaned weakly against Alpha Ryan’s shoulder, staring into empty space like a soul that had already left her body. Her eyes were swollen and blank. Alpha Ryan ordered a full autopsy and demanded the security footage from every camera near Elvis’s room. When the recordings were brought to him, he watched them carefully. No one had entered the room except Luna Daria, who had been taking care of her son. His eyebrows furrowed deeply in confusion and rage.He was angry at himself. Over the years he had made many enemies — that was normal for a shrewd Alpha. But who would dare to kill his son under his own roof? He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. Even though he wanted to retaliate and seek justice, he currently lacked the power to do so openly. Never in his life had he felt so useless.

Everyone in the hall went completely still. Alpha Ryan lowered his head in deep shame. This was one of the most humiliating moments of his life. The weight of Luna Daria’s public accusation pressed down on him like a heavy stone. Luna Daria turned away from the crowd. She walked slowly to the front of the room and sat down beside Elvis’s urn. Then she began another round of quiet, broken weeping. No one dared to make any remark or even whisper. The silence was thick and uncomfortable. After a long moment,Alpha Ryan forced a weak smile in response, but it only made things worse. Everyone looked at him with open disdain after hearing that he had slept with his stepdaughter. The disgust in their eyes was impossible to ignore. Myra sat quietly to the side, feeling more and more uncomfortable. She kept glancing at Alpha Ryan. The mere thought of what Luna Daria had accused him of made her stomach twist with nausea. After a few minutes, she could no longer bear it. She stood up and left

Lyka’s face turned completely pale. For a moment she could only stare at the doctor, her mind refusing to accept what she had just heard. “What did you say?” she asked, her voice trembling. She needed to hear it again. She needed to be sure she had not misheard. “What did you say? My baby… is gone? How's that so? My baby is not gone, she's inside me, right honey?” She rubbed her belly, looking down at it affectionately, "You’re still here with mommy, right?" The doctor looked at her with sympathy and shook her head softly. “I’m sorry. Your stress levels were extremely high, and it affected the child. There were already signs of a possible miscarriage before today. For now, you need complete bed rest so that your body can recover.” All of the doctor’s words fell on deaf ears. Lyka turned her face and cleaned the tears that were forming in her eyes, as she raised her hands and stared at her wrists. There were no chains this time. The handcuffs had been removed while she was uncons