All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Matteo strode through the front doors of the villa, Butler William had just returned from the morning market, arms laden with bags, and offered a respectful nod. “Welcome back, sir.” Matteo returned the nod but didn’t slow down. His jaw was tight, pulse already quickening as he headed straight for the east wing. He stopped in front of the door opposite his own bedroom. Even through the thick wood, he could smell her, warm vanilla and something softer, like sun-warmed skin after a long day. It hit him like a drug, making his heart thud harder against his ribs. He knew he should knock. He knew better. But his hand was already turning the knob. The room was empty, but her presence lingered everywhere. Sunlight spilled across the bed where a small pile of torn, dirt-streaked clothes lay. He walked over and picked them up without thinking. The fabric was still slightly damp from whatever ordeal she’d been through. He brought them closer to his face and inhaled deeply, eyes half-closin

Victoria scrutinized Bria with a condescending look, her lips curling in disgust like she’d just stepped in something foul. Bria wasn’t surprised in the slightest. She was already used to Victoria looking at her like she was something scraped off the bottom of a designer shoe. “Hello, Victoria,” Bria said casually, flashing a bright, unbothered smile. “Came to max out your card too? We could shop together. It might actually be fun for once.” “Don’t disgust me,” Victoria snapped immediately, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. “I cannot lower my status by hanging around a servant’s daughter.” Bria slowly formed an exaggerated “oh” with her mouth and tilted her head, pretending to ponder the insult deeply. Then she shrugged, completely unfazed. “Your brother is a Beta and my father is a butler,” she replied sweetly. “Technically, both your family and mine serve the Lycan family. The only difference is that your family has been doing it for generations. Your father served, your g

The voice on the other side of the phone replied calmly, trying to reassure her. “Don’t worry. There’s still no sign of her. She’s probably dead already. She couldn’t handle the rejection.” Lyka bit her lip anxiously. “Are you sure?” “Why are you suddenly panicking?” the voice asked lazily. “You already got everything you wanted. You got your man, your status, your perfect life. Besides, lots of people dye their hair ginger these days. Stop overthinking, nothing bad is going to happen. Everything is still going according to plan.” The calm voice slowly eased the fear in her chest, but after the call ended and the room became quiet again, the uneasy feeling returned. Lyka stared at her phone for a long time. That picture kept replaying in her head no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. Restlessly, she stood up and headed toward the dungeon beneath the mansion. The deeper she walked, the colder the air became. The sound of chains echoed faintly through the dark hallway. A disgusti

Bria looked at Myra across the dining table, her eyes filled with caution and confusion. The playful expression she usually carried was gone completely. The moment she saw the livestream while hanging out with her friends, she rushed back to the villa immediately. The whole ride home, her heart would not calm down. Now seeing Myra sitting peacefully with her father made everything feel strange and unreal.“Get away from my dad!” Bria suddenly shouted as she quickly moved in front of Butler William protectively. William looked confused and touched her forehead gently. “What’s wrong, dear? Why do you look so flustered? You should sit down first.” Bria quickly looked at Myra before forcing a smile. “Papa… can you get me some coke? I’m suddenly thirsty.”“You scared me over coke?” William sighed dramatically. “You children want to give me a heart attack one day. I’ll ask the kitchen to warm milk for you instead. Too much carbonated drink is not healthy.” Bria nodded absentmindedly. “Actua

Fear started creeping in. Only someone truly powerful could have the news removed so quickly. The realization hit her hard, Myra was alive and far more powerful than she had imagined.She dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands in despair, "Why couldn't that bitch just die and rot in hell?" she hissed.In a fit of rage, she repeatedly slammed her fist against the floor until her hand was covered in blood. Staring at the crimson liquid dripping from her fingers, a sadistic smile slowly spread across her face. She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and made a phone call.The other line picked up immediately."She took the bait," she said calmly. "It seems we were unsuccessful in completely getting rid of her. Nevertheless, we now know someone is backing her, someone more powerful than us, which might be quite troublesome."She paused, then added sharply, "that scheming bitch. When did she get connected with such a force." The other line remained quiet, lost in thoug