Todos os capítulos de Marked by The Lycan: The Lycan Prince's Witch : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

   Ophelia I was practically thrown out of my fiancé's home. "How dare you! How dare every single one of you!" I shrieked into the cold night air. "I will make sure you are all stripped of your titles and fired! I am your future Lycan Queen! Do you hear me? I will make you pay for every second of this humiliation!" Henry let out a dry, dismissive chuckle from behind the gate threshold. "Your time is up, Ophelia. You ruled this staff like a tyrant, which is why not a single soul under this roof has an ounce of sympathy left for you. Now get off these grounds and stay away from every pack establishment before we take matters into our own hands. Believe me, Master Carlos would take immense pleasure in dragging you off if you refuse

  Evren His legs kicked uselessly in midair as he choked, desperate to draw even a sliver of oxygen into his collapsing lungs. His blunt fingernails clawed fruitlessly against the iron band of my wrist, scraping uselessly against my skin. Across the room, Cassie’s panicked scream shattered the tension. She threw herself forward, thrashing wildly against Brandon’s frame as he held her back effortlessly. I didn't spare her a single glance. My focus remained entirely locked on the miserable parasite dangling from my fist, the snake who had orchestrated my downfall and stolen five agonizing years of my life. Inside my skull, Kale's feral snarl battered my mind. The beast slammed him

   Valyne My eyes blinked open to find Evren seated beside me in the armchair. His face held a quiet calm that I rarely saw, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. I took a quiet moment to take in his features, the chiseled cut of his jaw, the sharp bridge of his nose, and lashes so dark and long they would put a woman to shame. I sighed inwardly. He wasn't inherently a bad man, per se. But for some reason, I just couldn't reconcile myself to accepting him as a lover or a mate simply because some mark demanded it. Carefully easing the duvet back, I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress, trying to sneak away as soundlessly as possible. But the instant my bare feet met the cold hardwood, he stirred.&n

  The next morning, my eyes blinked open to find a pair of dark pupils staring straight down at me, quiet contentment written in every line of his face. A sudden flush of heat rushed to my cheeks. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, pulling the duvet higher. Evren shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. "You are the most breathtaking thing I have ever laid eyes on in my entire life. And I have lived long enough to see plenty. None of them could ever touch a speck of your dust, or even graze the hem of your dress." I let out an awkward, breathless chuckle, swatting weakly at his chest. "You're just saying that. Stop flattering me." "I'm not flattering you, princess,"

  Evren soon walked in. He paused near the doorway, watching me for a silent moment before crossing the floor with slow, measured strides. Without a word, he reached down, gently snapping the heavy tome shut and taking both of my trembling hands into his warm, calloused grip. "You've been at this all day," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my raw knuckles. "You need to rest, Valyne. Your eyes are bloodshot from straining over ancient script for hours." I shook my head, my jaw tightening. "It's not enough. I have to be completely prepared for when they breach those gates. They aren't just an ordinary pack or a stray patrol. They are the Triad. We grew up hearing terrifying legends about them, but nobody truly knows the full extent of their strengt