All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

“Draven.” Gabriel’s voice cut through the father daughter moment. But Draven didn't answer him, he was still staring at Myra’s unconscious face, Gabriel stepped closer and spoke again, firmer this time. “This is not the time for that. Snap out of it.” Draven’s eyes finally lifted. Gabriel pointed toward Matteo’s blood-soaked body. “Right now, we need to make sure she is safe. Both of them.” Draven’s gaze shifted to the pale young man lying nearby. “Who is he?” “Her mate,” Gabriel answered without hesitation. “And the Lycan King.” Darven frown subconsciously. “If he dies,” Gabriel continued urgently, “the entire realm could fall into chaos. And that’s not the only problem. Some people already saw Myra in her dragon form. Once word spreads, things will become even more dangerous for her. We need to get them treated first… then deal with everything else I think there's a village up ahead, we can ask for help there.” Draven stayed quiet for some few seconds before nodding understand

Gabriel looked between the two of them and quickly realized that Draven had not yet told her the truth. He clicked his tongue softly, then cleared his throat. “I’ll… give you both some space.” Without waiting for a response, he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Myra and Draven alone. Myra slowly turned her full attention to the man standing near the doorway. This time, she really looked at him, there were traces of resemblance on his face. “You… are my father?” she asked quietly. “How is that possible?” Her mind raced. Her real father was not supposed to be from this realm. Gabriel had sealed every path between the worlds. She instinctively raise her hand to touch her neck, the necklace was still there. So how could this be happening? The flood of information was too much to take in at once. Draven took a step toward her. Instinctively, Myra moved back. Seeing that, a small, slightly awkward smile tugged at his lips. He stopped and slowly str

The moment Elder Alfred finished speaking, a heavy silence settled over the platform. Behind him, several ministers shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Elder Alfred did not spare them a glance. Instead, he raised a hand and pointed toward another journalist near the front. The man stood quickly, holding his recorder forward. “Elder Alfred,” he began, “there has also been an unknown creature sighted hovering through the sky. According to multiple reports, it has the ability to release fire from its mouth and was responsible for the burning of the wedding venue. Our sources claim that this creature is rumored to be the queen herself. If that is true, how and why is she capable of something so extraordinary? And more importantly — is the safety of the people under threat?” A wave of murmurs swept through the hall at the question. This was the topic everyone had been waiting for. Elder Alfred’s expression did not change. In fact, a small smile appeared on his lips, he had already

Carl glanced at the unknown number on his phone and almost ignored it. He answered anyway. “Hello? Who is this?” “It’s me.” The voice on the other end answered in a low voice. Carl’s eyes widened. “Matteo?” he couldn’t even hide the relief in his voice, all his worries disappeared instantly. “You’re alive. Thank goodness. Where are you? I can come get you now.” “Don’t bother,” Matteo said. Carl frowned. “What do you mean don’t bother? The entire kingdom is worried. The council members are already trying to take over the seat since you have no heir. There’s more than enough reason to be worried, and your presence is the only thing that can calm the situation down.” Matteo clicked his tongue. “All your years of staying beside me, and that’s still how you think?” His tone was calm but still sharp“If they’re worried, let them be worried. The kingdom has enjoyed peace for too long. That quiet gave our enemies room to hide. Now that things are unstable, those rats are finally poki

Sheila came back into the room with a jug of water in her hands. The moment she looked up, she stopped. Elder Alfred was slumped over the table, there were no signs of movement from his body. “Elder?” she called out, confused. “Elder?” No answer. A bad feeling crawled up her spine. She hurried closer, set the jug down without thinking, and reached for him. “Elder Alfred?” Still nothing. Then she saw the blood near his nose and the unnatural stillness of his body. Her face drained of color. “Elder!” She shook him hard, once, then again. His head only lolled to the side. Nothing. Sheila’s breath hitched. “Leila! Lynn!” she screamed. “Call the hospital!” Footsteps came rushing from the hallway almost immediately. Both women burst into the room, already alarmed by the fear in Sheila’s voice. The second their eyes landed on Elder Alfred’s body slumped over the table, they froze. “Call the hospital now!” Sheila snapped, her voice sharp enough to break through their shock