All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Myra carefully opened the new set of documents and began going through the pages one by one. At first, the records seemed similar to what she had seen before, but as she continued reading, the information grew far more shocking. The files described the Silver Clan’s deep ties to other realms. There were mentions of dragons, fae, and other beings that existed beyond the werewolf and Lycan world. Myra’s eyes widened as she read further. She had never known that other realms truly existed. Then she turned another page and froze. A family photograph was attached to one of the records. In the center of the image stood a woman smiling sweetly, it was her mother, her mind was filled with confusion. Why was her mother’s picture in the Silver Clan records? She continued searching through the documents, flipping pages faster, trying to make sense of everything. The more she read, the more questions formed in her mind. Nothing aligned with the life she thought she knew. She was still anal

Lyka paused in her struggle and stared at the two guards in shock. “What? What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling. One of the guards looked at her without sympathy. “You heard right. You are no longer the Alpha’s daughter. Your actions were too disgraceful. I even heard you were involved in the death of the heir.” “I did not!” Lyka shouted fiercely. “I did not do anything!” The guards had already heard enough of her protests. Without responding, they turned and left the room, closing the door behind them. They had no interest in listening to another one of her tantrums. Lyka collapsed back onto the bed, all the strength seemed to drain from her body at once. The words kept repeating in her mind. "You are no longer the Alpha’s daughter." For the first time, she felt truly alone, no mate, no loved one, no status. In another part of the mansion, two soft knocks sounded against a closed door, before opening it. “Luna, the Alpha asked me to deliver dinner to you,” a maid

After dragging Gabriel back to his cell and locking him away once more, Alpha Ryan returned to the upper floors of the mansion. His mind was fully occupied with how to transporting the gold. As he stepped into the living room, his expression immediately changed seeing Mr. Stonefield who was already waiting for him. Before Ryan could say anything, Luna Daria stepped out from the side and offered him a gentle smile. Seeing his wife again with a calm expression on her face made his tense shoulders relax slightly. At the very least, she no longer seemed as unstable and troublesome as she had been in the days following the funeral. He gave her a short nod in response to her greeting. “Alpha,” Mr. Stonefield said politely as he stepped forward. “Anthony,” Ryan replied, using his actual name. “What brings you here?” Anthony smiled faintly, then glanced briefly at Luna Daria. Through the mind link, his voice entered Ryan’s head. "Let’s discuss this more privately." Ryan’s eyes n

Matteo’s frown deepened the moment he saw George, cursing inwardly .he wanted to take care of him discreetly before he could escalate to a much bigger problem. George, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. He offered Matteo a soft, polite smile, as if they were merely family members reuniting under ordinary circumstances. “Your Majesty,” George said calmly, “there is no need for such hostility. Why don’t you ask your men to lower their weapons?” Matteo did not give the order, the guns remained raised. Dante and the soldiers stayed firmly in position, waiting for their king’s command. George did not seem offended by the refusal. Instead, he turned slightly toward the cameras and the reporters, and spoke up in a deep voice. “Hello everyone, I'd like to clarify something for the public. I believe there has been far too much unnecessary fear surrounding the queen,” he began. “What happened at the mall was shocking, yes, but it is not as strange as everyone thinks.” Se

Dante realized almost immediately that he had said the wrong thing. “I… I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly. Carl looked at him with cold eyes. . “You were trusted to capture him,” Carl said, his voice low and sharp. “And you failed. You allowed him to walk freely into a fucking press conference in front of the entire kingdom.” His fists clenched tightly at his sides. The veins on the back of his hands stood out as he forced himself not to lose control completely. “Those prisoners better give you answers,” he continued. “Otherwise, I will fucking kill them myself.” Dante nodded standing there and watched as Carl turned away and left. Once Carl disappeared from sight, Dante remained still for a few seconds before reverting his gaze and went back to the dungeon. The moment he arrived, the guards quickly opened the heavy gate. The air inside was cold and damp, filled with the metallic scent of blood. As Dante stepped into their cell, the prisoners lifted their heads and look