Semua Bab BRED BY THE SUPREME LYCAN : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Maya scrambled toward her brother, her hands shaking as she checked for a pulse, "he is alive, marcus is alive."Garrick didn't look at her, he hauled Marcus up by his shirt, dragging him across the floor. Marcus’s boots scraped against the ground."Garrick, stop," I mumbled, grabbing his arm. "You are humiliating me, Everyone is going to see this,""You should have thought of that before you brought a man into your room," Garrick snapped, his grip tightening as he dragged Marcus toward the hallway."He came to give me birthday present i told you already, why are you doing this?""I am doing this because you are blind," Garrick muttered. "I am the only one who cares if you live or die. If this is being crazy, then I am crazy. I will burn every bridge to keep you safe."He kicked the door open, dragging the limp body out into the corridor. I followed, stumbling on my own feet, my head throbbing with every step. Maya was right behind us, shouting for help.The hallway was filled with

My father lunged. He didn't wait for an explanation. He swung his hand, the impact ringing out like a thunderclap as he struck Garrick across the face.Garrick flew backward, hitting the wall, his head snapping. He stayed down for a second, dazed, before pushing himself up.​"You did not just humiliate your sister," my father shouted. "You almost got her killed. Do you have any idea what happens when you touch a Lycan Prince? They do not care about your excuses. They care about their own blood."​Garrick wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I did it for her. I know what they are. I know how they act."​My father stepped over him. "They? You mean the Lycans? So what if she is dating Marcus? Is it such a bad thing? He is the second son of the Lycan King. He is a good candidate for her. He is a man who can give her a life she deserve, You are the only problem in this room."​Garrick stood up, his legs shaking. "He is a monster, You are really going to sit there and defend him? Yo

I watched as Kaelven leaned in toward my father. "Let's go talk in private," Kaelven muttered, gesturing down the hallway toward my father's office.My father nodded, stepping away from the bed, and the two of them slipped out, closing the door behind them.my heart was pounding so hard I thought it we tear from my chest, please, Goddess, no, do not let him say it, do not let him tell my father about us.If Kaelven exposed our relationship right now, while the pack was already drowning in the chaos of Marcus and Garrick, my father would lose his mind completely, Everything would shatter. My chest tightened until I could barely drag air into my lungs, every second Kaelven spent behind closed doors with my father felt like a countdown to a disaster I could not stop."What are you thinking about so hard?"Marcus leaned in close, his bandaged hands resting carefully on the edge of the mattress, his dark eyes locked onto mine, full of an irritating, confident amusement that made my skin

"Why are you making things difficult for me?" I mumbled, hitting Kaelven’s chest with my fists over and over. "Why can't you just tell me the truth?""Calm down, Vanya," Kaelven muttered, catching my wrists."Do not tell me what to do," I screamed, pulling my hands out of his grip. "Why can't you tell me what is happening? Did you really tell my father about us? If you really did, I swear I will kill you."Kaelven stepped closer, grabbing both of my hands again and holding them still. "Sweetie, I did not. It is something else Garrick did. I cannot tell you. Please understand.""Huh, breaking the little girl's heart, Professor," Marcus mumbled from the corner, leaning against the dresser with a lazy smirk. "Why don't you both just kiss and get it over with? Or are you too scared the pack council will find out about your little secret pet project?""Shut up, Marcus," Kaelven snapped, glaring at him. "Or I will rip your tongue out right now."Marcus just shrugged, rolling his eyes.​"Is

The woman stepped fully into the living room, her steps heavy against the wood floor. Clinging tightly to her hand was a little boy, no older than three years old, looking around wide-eyed at the tense silence of our packhouse.I froze, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes darted from the stranger to the child, and then back to my father. My mind raced in a wild, frantic panic. Who is she? What does she want with us? Why is she bringing a child into this house while my brother is kneeling in blood? Every crazy possibility spun through my head, but none of it made any sense.The woman stopped a few feet away from Garrick. She lifted her chin, looking down at my brother."My name is Kate," and this theo, she mumbled, pointing down at the little boy holding her dress. "He is Garrick's child."I stared at her, my mouth falling open. "What?"Garrick finally lifted his head. His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot and wide with panic. He scrambled backward on his knees, staring at th