All Chapters of Marked by the Lycan King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Matteo looked at Myra, his heart aching at her reaction. Just how much had she suffered in the Crimson Moon Pack? Myra suddenly stood up and stumbled backward like she had completely lost her senses. Panic filled her eyes as she tried to run again despite the blood still pouring from her injured leg. Only then did Matteo realize something else. She was naked. “Look away, all of you,” he ordered coldly. The soldiers immediately lowered their heads. Matteo rushed toward her using his supernatural speed stabbing her with a sedative. Earlier, before arriving, he had collected it from Melissa just in case Myra needed it. He quickly wrapped it around her trembling body before pulling her into his arms. Myra struggled weakly against him at first, her body shaking badly. “Don’t…” she whispered fearfully. “Don’t put me back in that cell… it’s dark… dirty…” Her voice slowly faded as exhaustion finally took over. A sweet and intoxicating scent surrounded her, strangely calming her restless hea

“The guards outside won't let you escape,” Melissa said. “So I suggest you let go of the railing, come back inside, and let me check your injuries.” She approached cautiously.To be honest, she was still a little afraid of Myra after their last encounter. It wasn't every day that you tried talking to someone who had nearly attacked you. The memory still lingered, making Melissa uncomfortable whenever she was left alone with her.“Who are you?” Myra asked cautiously, her eyes filled with suspicion as she watched every movement Melissa made. Melissa cleared her throat. “I'm your doctor. The bullet that hit your leg contained wolfsbane, so your recovery is slower than normal. I suggest you rest if you want to heal properly.” But Myra showed no signs of calming down.Melissa sighed. “For goodness sake, if we wanted to imprison you, you'd already be locked up. Stop overreacting for a second and think logically. If you jump from there, you'll probably reopen your stitches. Your wolf is wea

The maid ran away in fear, “What a scumbag, “ Lyka couldn't help but mutter.In the basement, Kendall sat there, scrolling through the internet, satisfied with the backlash against Lyka. Lyka treated his former wounds, cleaned him off, and gave him adequate food and even Wi-Fi, but he reminded that his movements were restricted. His phone was monitored, so he could not reach out to anyone he knew. He could only sit obediently and watch like a spectator. The door creaked, but Kendal did not bother to lift his eyelids. After all, he knew that he was probably guard, so he kept on scrolling on his phone. The voice chuckled. “You seem rather comfortable for his prisoner.” That voice… Kendal looked up and was shocked to the core. “Luna,” he sat up straight like a humble lapdog. His heart was filled with fear. Never in his life did he expect such a visit. He bowed slightly, Luna Daria responded with a nod. “You look rather well-fed, and she had kept him in good condition.” By she, they wer

Myra had been officially discharged and granted full clearance to move around the estate. She didn’t dare attempt to escape this time.She was still reeling from the news circulating about Lyka. Videos and pictures flooded every pack channel and social feed. Myra felt zero sympathy for Aiden. If anything, a dark, quiet satisfaction curled in her chest every time she replayed the clips. Still, the entire situation felt almost comically absurd. Whatever. It was the least of her concerns now.What truly stunned her was how the news about her had completely vanished. Every article, every rumor, every leaked photo, gone. Erased as if it had never existed. Myra knew only one person possessed that kind of power and reach..Her heart warmed at the thought. This man had saved her, sheltered her, protected her without asking for anything in return. Yet the kindness terrified her, It felt too good to be true. In her experience, powerful men always had an agenda. What could his possibly be?“Ear

Stephanie, the tough, battle-hardened woman, cracked her knuckles together with a deliberate snap, her eyes gleaming with the intent to intimidate. A spark of excitement ignited in Myra’s chest. She sprang to her feet, rolling her shoulders and warming her dormant muscles. This was the thrill she had been craving. Stephanie lunged first, moving with surprising speed. Myra dodged the initial strike and swept her opponent’s legs out from under her, forcing Stephanie down onto one knee. Before she could recover, Myra spun and aimed a sharp kick at her face. In a blur of motion, Stephanie caught the flying leg, twisted hard, and hurled Myra across the training room. The impact rattled her bones as she skidded across the floor. The other women jeered and laughed mockingly, their voices echoing off the walls. Myra wiped the corner of her mouth, tasting blood on her lip. Instead of anger, a fierce grin spread across her face. She charged again, slamming a powerful fist into Stephanie’s st