All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What do you mean you’re withdrawing?” Alpha Ryan’s voice rose sharply as he shot up from his chair, the phone clenched so tightly in his hand that his knuckles turned white. “We’ve already channeled a significant amount of resources into this project. You can’t just back out halfway and expect us to cover everything.” On the other end, Carl let out a soft, almost amused chuckle, completely unbothered by the Alpha’s fury. “Your understanding seems… selective, Alpha Ryan. The Lycan Kingdom never signed any binding contract with you.” Ryan’s jaw tightened, a vein pulsing visibly at his temple. “It has always been a yearly donation,” Carl continued smoothly, as if explaining something to a child. “How that turned into a ‘binding agreement’ on your end is quite… interesting.” Ryan’s expression darkened like a gathering storm. “Furthermore,” Carl added, his tone sharpening with precision, “our investigations suggest that you’ve been making subtle moves to transfer portions of the

Amelia scattered everything she could find in the room, breaking equipment, throwing things against the wall, screaming and shouting hysterically. “Where is she?” Her body grew restless as she failed to recognize the unfamiliar environment, panic clawing at her chest as she shifted uncontrollably between wolf and human, tearing pieces of her clothes in the process. Nothing felt real, nothing felt right, and it only made the rage worse. She grabbed whatever her hands touched and destroyed it without thinking, glass shattering, metal clanging, until there was nothing left within reach. Her strength finally gave out and she slumped to the floor, weakly covering her face as her tears spilled out, her shoulders shaking. Where is that bitch? Where are those people? Her voice cracked, but there was no answer. Slowly, her eyes faded back to their original green, the anger sinking but not disappearing.Melissa rushed inside. After meeting Dante and spending some time with him, she had returned t

Aiden and Lyka had already arrived at the office before Matteo. Lyka’s displeasure was obvious. She admired her manicured nails, trying to pass the time. When Matteo stepped in, he glanced at the two of them and let out a faint snicker.Aiden immediately stood up. “Your Majesty,” he said, bowing his head. Lyka, however, stood frozen for a moment, clearly stunned by Matteo’s appearance. His face was sharp and perfectly sculpted, like something crafted by the goddess herself. Matteo adjusted his collar on his way, loosening a button, Lyka took a sneak peek at his toned chest. He was taller than Aiden, more commanding. "How good it must feel to fuck him," she thought as she slowly became aroused. Aiden caught the shift in her scent and frowned slightly. If he noticed, then Matteo probably did too, but Matteo showed no reaction. His expression remained calm and unreadable as he walked to his chair and sat down, completely ignoring her obsessive stare. Aiden cleared his throat. “Alpha Rya

Amelia stood there, still bewildered, her eyes slowly fading back to their usual green. Myra blinked, regaining control. She turned, ready to leave, but Amelia’s voice echoed in her head. "Don’t go. It’s not safe out there. Apparently, our dear father has turned us into a wanted criminal. No pack will take us in. It’s too risky." Myra paused, her brows furrowing slightly. She tried to understand why she couldn’t hear anything whenever Amelia took over, but the thought slipped away just as quickly. With a quiet sigh, she gave in. Her gaze drifted around the grand mansion. It was too quiet. No maids, no servants, no movement. The silence made the place feel even more unfamiliar. She didn’t want to go back upstairs and face that strange man again. After a moment of hesitation, she turned and walked outside. From the balcony earlier, she had seen people training, and right now, that felt like the only place with life. She stepped onto the training grounds, still in her torn clothes and

“What do you mean by Myra’s…?” Lyka snapped, her voice sharp with irritation. “What does that bitch have to do with any of this?” Aiden frowned slightly at the insult, but he didn’t correct her. He simply looked away, correctling her will only make her angrier, he wasn't in the mood for her drama. The air in the car felt heavier, before he finally sighed. “The Silver Clan Pack was once the strongest pack in the world,” he began slowly. “Ours was nothing compared to them back then… just another rising pack trying to survive. But your father was never the type to stay small. He was ambitious—too ambitious.” “He set his eyes on the Alpha’s daughter,” Aiden continued. “She already had a fated mate, but that didn’t matter to him. He forced her to reject that bond and married her instead. After that, everything changed. He overthrew the system from within, planted spies in the pack, turned people against each other… and slowly drained them of everything. Resources, power, loyalty. By the t