All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“Were-dragon mate bonds work differently from those of werewolves and Lycans,” Gabriel said slowly. “They only get one mate for life. Unlike us, they do not get second-chance mates. Rejection causes them immense depression and pain.” Myra listened carefully, her expression growing tighter with every word. “When Lunelle eloped,” Gabriel continued, “Draven was devastated. He wanted to burn the Silver Clan Pack to dust. I was the only one who managed to plead with him and convince him to leave. I told him I would find a way to bring Lunelle back to him. After he left… I made sure he did not come back.” Myra’s face changed at once. She stepped back slightly, staring at him in disbelief. “You made sure?” Gabriel nodded, but his eyes were filled with guilt. “I broke off every connection between the wolves and the dragons. I did it for my people, to protect...” “How could you?” Myra whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. Gabriel lowered his gaze. “I still gave her another w

“Cut the crap,” Myra said coldly. “I am not your daughter.” Alpha Ryan’s expression darkened at once, but he still tried to play dumb. “What do you mean by—” He never finished the sentence. In a split second, Myra moved. Her fist slammed hard into his face, and before he could recover, she kicked him with full force. His body flew backward and crashed into the wall. Gold coins and ancient ornaments scattered across the floor from the impact. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he held his jaw and slowly forced himself back to his feet. “You ungrateful brat,” he spat. “After everything I did for you? I raised you. I fed you. I sheltered you. Even knowing you weren’t my child, I still gave you a life!” Myra’s eyes burned with fury. “Enough of your lies. You stole from my mother’s pack. Everything you gave me was already mine — and so much more. You deceived my mother. You’re the reason she died, you bastard!” The more she spoke, the angrier she became. With a sharp

In a dark cell, Lyka sat on the edge of a hard bed, facing the wall and drawing on it with her finger. It had been several days since she was locked in this place, and the silence was slowly driving her mad. With nothing else to do, she kept tracing circles and figures across the cold stone surface just to pass the time. Suddenly, the heavy gate creaked open. The loud metallic sound echoed through the cell and made her turn her head. Her eyes looked slightly unfocused, as if her mind had drifted far away from reality. A guard stepped inside carrying a tray of food. He dropped it on the floor without saying a word. Lyka did not bother looking at him. She turned back to the wall and continued scribbling. This time, she drew a simple stick figure and wrote the name Myra underneath it. Then, with a strange little smile, she marked a huge X across the figure’s head and let out a soft laugh. The guard cleared his throat, snapping her out of her trance. Lyka slowly turned toward him. With

Anthony remained quiet and avoided Aiden’s eyes.That silence only made Aiden more frustrated. He stepped forward, grabbed his father’s collar, and forced him to meet his gaze. “What did you do?” Aiden demanded. Anthony finally snapped, his expression twisted with anger. He shoved Aiden’s hand away roughly. “You don’t need to know everything. Just know that anything I do is for you. And for our sake. The least you should do is show some appreciation.” He carefully avoided the real question. Without another word, he turned and got into the car. Aiden stood there for a moment, fists clenched tightly at his sides. Frustration built up in his chest, but he forced himself to calm down. After adjusting his clothes, he entered the car as well, acting as if the short squabble had never happened... A few hours later, Myra weakly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Matteo’s face. She blinked twice, unsure if she was imagining things. Only when he smiled and leaned down to kiss h

The corridor outside was dark and quiet. The female guard moved quickly but carefully, glancing around before motioning for Lyka to stay close. They didn’t take the main path. Instead, they slipped into a narrow side passage that was deserted with no guards because there wasn't any prison cell near this area. Lyka’s heart beat fast. After days of being locked away, seeing a path to freedom made her a little anxious. She wanted to run, but the guard grabbed her wrist and forced her to keep a steady pace. “Don’t make noise,” the woman whispered. “We’re not clear yet.” Lyka clicked her tongue softly but obeyed. “How far?” “Almost there.” They turned another corner and stopped in front of a small metal door. The guard pulled out a key, unlocked it, and pushed it open. Cold night air rushed inside at once. Outside, a dark car waited with its lights off. Lyka’s eyes lit up. Without waiting for another instruction, she hurried toward it and climbed into the back seat. The guard