All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

After talking, Myra absentmindedly stuffed the diary into her bag and zipped it shut.“All packed,” she said. “I’ll take a quick shower so we can start heading back to the kingdom.”Matteo did not pursue the matter any further. He simply nodded and headed downstairs, giving Myra a moment of quiet relief. Once he was gone, she let out a soft breath, freshened up quickly, and changed into clean clothes before following him down.By the time she arrived downstairs, their luggage had already been brought to the entrance. Riley was dressed and ready, standing beside Gabriel. The sight of her grandfather made Myra’s steps slow for a second. She walked toward him and wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug.“I just met you,” Gabriel said, a clear hint of complaint in his voice, “and now you’re already leaving. We barely had enough time to bond.”Myra smiled against his shoulder. “I’ll come back eventually. Things are a little hectic back home right now. But once everything is resolved, I’l

“He approached us saying that he could help us exact revenge,” Fletcher said through clenched teeth. “He gave us weapons and intel. There. You have it. What more do you want?”Matteo smiled coldly and released the man in his grip, signaling for the guards to drag him away. Then he stood up and walked slowly toward Fletcher.“Your information is quite helpful,” Matteo said. “But I do wonder about one thing.”He stopped in front of him, looking down at the wounded man with sharp, unreadable eyes.“You hate me so much because you believe I am the reason your people suffered under the Lycan Kingdom’s so-called unfairness. So why don’t we address that issue properly?”Fletcher glared at him, still clutching his bleeding leg.Matteo continued, his voice calm but cutting. “The dealings between the Moonveil Pack and the Lycan Kingdom date back almost a decade. At that time, I was not even an adult. I had no authority to make decisions for the kingdom. So tell me — how exactly am I the reason

Myra chuckled at Matteo’s extreme reaction and gently held his face with both hands. “I’m fine,” she said softly. “He just came here and started blabbing nonsense. All kinds of bullshit. He even asked about my identity. But don’t worry — I didn’t let him get any information.” From the side, Bria chimed in, “Yeah. Myra sent him flying through the door.” The moment those words left her mouth, Matteo’s expression grew even darker. His hands tightened slightly around Myra’s waist worried that she lost control. Myra immediately sensed the direction of his thoughts and shook her head. “I didn’t lose control. You don’t need to worry. I only gave him a fright. Clearly, the warning you gave him last time didn’t sink in.” Only then did Matteo let out a quiet breath of relief. Without another word, he leaned down and kissed her. Myra responded at once, her fingers curling against his shirt as he held the back of her neck and deepened the kiss. Bria, who was still standing there watching, s

Matteo stepped out of the bathroom and immediately noticed the change in Myra’s expression. Without hesitation, he walked over to her side.“Is there a problem?” he asked.Myra simply turned the phone toward him and played the video.Matteo watched in silence. As the recording showed her kicking George through the doorway, his brows slowly drew together. The longer he stared at the screen, the colder his expression became.Myra knew that look well. When Matteo went quiet like this, it was never a good sign.Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.But that smile only made her more uneasy.Without another word, he turned away and began getting dressed.“Where are you going?” Myra asked.“What does it look like?” Matteo replied coldly. “There is a fucking spy in my household feeding information to the rats outside.”Myra’s expression tightened at once. “And your uncle? Don’t be impulsive and go after him right now. It might be a trap.” She hesitated for a second before adding, “Thankfully, I’m th

“Just a little more sleep…” Myra muttered groggily, still feeling the effects of the alcohol from the night before. “Wake up! Everybody, wake up!” Bria insisted, shaking her lightly. “The makeup artists and hairstylists will arrive soon. You all need to freshen up and look beautiful.” From the other side of the room, Riley and Melissa let out soft groans of protest. Myra slumped back against the pillows, but Bria was not having it. She pulled her up from the bed and began forcing all of them to get moving. One by one, everyone started getting prepared. The maids brought warm water and light breakfast. Soon after, the stylists arrived and began working efficiently. Their gowns were delivered, due to their status, they were able to book last minute gowns for Melissa and Riley who agreed to be her bridesmaids the night before.. Soft music played in the background as the girls took turns getting their hair done and their makeup carefully applied. The atmosphere was filled with exc