All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Bria didn't go back to her house straight, she was too heartbroken and she didn't want her father to see her in this broken state and she wanted to release her pent up emotions, so she went to the bar instead. She sat at the counter and ordered a strong drink. Then another and another. The alcohol burned her throat, but the more she drank, the more she forgot about all her worries. After a while, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her thoughts felt lighter, though not completely clear. She was tipsy. As she lazily looked around the bar, her eyes landed on a familiar figure sitting a few tables away. At first she thought she was mistaken. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. “Andrew?” she called out in surprise. Andrew, who had been leaning in to kiss a blonde girl, immediately stopped when he heard her voice. His eyes widened the moment he recognized Bria. He quickly whispered something to the woman beside him. The blonde giggled, and replied back before giving one last wet kis

Myra walked into the office and realized Matteo wasn't alone. Carl and Dante were also present. She paused for a second, then put on a polite smile and greeted them before turning to Matteo. “Umm… I’ll come back later,” she said quickly, already taking a step back. “Wait.” Matteo stood up and walked toward her. Myra was dressed in a black sleeveless flowy dress that reached her ankles. Her hair was tied up neatly with a beautiful pin. The more he looked at her, the more he felt that his mate grew more beautiful with each passing day. He gently took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. “What is it?” he asked. Myra chuckled lightly. “It’s actually nothing serious. Bria came by and asked me to accompany her shopping.” Matteo’s expression changed. Instinctively, he wanted to refuse. Her current condition was still unstable and unknown, he was worried she might lose control again. Guessing his thoughts, Myra reached up and held his face with both hands. “I’m going to b

The masked men immediately turned the camera toward Myra’s face. The live stream, which was already gaining massive attention, now focused directly on the future Lycan Queen. “Your Majesty,” the leader said into the camera, his tone mocking, “it seems your little outing has taken an interesting turn. Even your companion decided to join in the fun.” Two of the masked men suddenly grabbed Bria from behind. She struggled hard, kicking and twisting, but they were stronger. One of them forced her arms behind her back while the other kept a gun pointed near her side. “Let me go!” Bria shouted, her voice filled with both fear and anger. The leader finally released the child he had been holding. The little boy immediately ran toward his mother, who pulled him into her arms, crying with relief. The leader ignored them completely and walked toward Myra with slow steps. He stopped right in front of her and raised his gun, using the cold metal barrel to gently caress the side of her face. T

All eyes were fixed on Bria as she collapsed into Myra’s arms. Myra caught her and held her tightly, but for a moment she didn’t know what to do. Her hands began to shake. Her vision flickered as she stared at the blood spreading across Bria’s chest. Bria coughed, and a mouthful of blood spilled from her lips. Outside the perimeter, Carl started growing restless and uneasy. The mate bond between him and Bria had suddenly weakened, sending a sharp wave of panic through him. He quickly rushed inside, feeling a bad premonition. The moment he forced his way to the front and saw her lying in Myra’s arms, he froze for a fraction of a second. Then his expression changed completely. “Bria!” He reacted instantly. He pulled Bria from Myra’s arms and, without wasting another second, used his full speed to rush her toward the nearest medical unit that had already been prepared outside the mall. The crowd fell into heavy silence. Many faces filled with sympathy and shock as they watched the sc

Matteo arrived only a few minutes later. By then, Myra was already in the middle of a full breakdown. She was on her knees among the bushes, her hands still stained with blood as her chest heaved up and down in panic. The moment she saw him approaching, she scrambled backward in fear. “Don’t come any closer,” she said, her voice shaking. Matteo didn’t stop. He continued walking toward her calmly. “I said don’t come closer!” she screamed louder this time. “Stay back!” She was terrified, not of him, but of herself. Bria had already been hurt because of her. She couldn’t bear the thought of hurting Matteo as well. What if her hands burned him the same way they had burned the blonde man? What if the scales came back? Matteo ignored her warnings and kept moving forward until he was right in front of her. Slowly, carefully, he reached out and took hold of her hands. Thankfully, they did not burn him this time. Still, her skin was unusually warm, far hotter than any normal werewolf’s