Nana has always been an outcast in her pack, bullied and left between rejection and acceptance by her cruel Alpha mate because of her father’s betrayal. Lonely and broken, she stumbles upon a cage— Nana accidentally awakens the powerful beast secretly hidden for 25 years_ The Lycan Prince, setting off a chain of deadly events that will change her life forever. Now, she must face the consequences of her actions, caught between a vengeful Alpha and a dangerous creature who sees her as more than just an enemy. Can Nana survive the chaos she has unleashed? Or will her unlucky fate finally catch up with her?
view moreThe early morning rays of the sunlight just peep through the fringes of the old wooden shutters of Nana’s room. Rather a sarcastic and faint kind of light since the world would probably go on turning while Felicia’s condition keeps deteriorating. Nana has settled herself at the edge of the bed now, clutching Felicia’s frail hand. Pale-skinned, her breaths come in shallow and uneven wisps. There is the blood-spotted cloth near the bed which spells that story which Nana, by no means, wishes to accept-she is losing her. Felicia stirs and her eyelids lift weakly. “Please my child,” she whispers, her voice quite barely.“I’m here,” Nana says quickly, leaning closer.Felicia tries to smile but fails. “Stop… worrying. I’ve lived long enough, I’m already too old. And this is not your fault.”“Don’t be ridiculous.” Nana snaps, her voice cracking as tears fill her eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, Felicia. Not if I can help it.”The older woman doesn’t respond, her eyes closing again as exhau
Felicia is struggling to breathe, her breathing is heavy and her words barely audible in the small, dark room. Nana is sitting beside her, washing the red, wet cloth and putting it on the head of the older woman’s forehead. She is burning with fever and every once in a while she can be heard coughing painfully, which makes Nana feel dizzy with fear. She has gone through every concoction imaginable, from fresh vegetables picked from the garden to poultices she thought her mother used to apply from recipes she can barely recall.The sparkle that used to be in Felicia’s eyes is gone, now her eyes are lifeless and deep set, she has also slimmed down. “Nana,” she murmurs thickly, clutching her hand, the strength of which is beyond any expectation given her emaciated state. “You’ve done enough. Let me go.”“Please don’t say that,” Nana retorts, tears pricking against the back of her eyes. Her throat is sore from the tears she has not shed. “You’re all I have, Felicia. No way I am giving u
When Nana steps into the packhouse, chaos greets her. The smell of metal and blood fills the air; screams of the injured merge with the sounds of running warriors, and medical personnel. Just the sight turns her stomach—men and women brought into the pack clinic, some groaning in agony, others deathly still.She looks down and briskly pushes her way through the people, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone. The last thing she needs is Marco to turn his head in her direction and wonder where she’s been. Fear builds up as she moves through the small corridors evading the groups of individuals who move around erratically.What the fuck happened here last night?It does not take much of trying to connect the dots. Another invasion. The rogues have been aggressive in recent times; they were ever bordering and probing, ever waiting for the best time to strike.Nana’s jaw tightens. She tries to care about the suffering of the pack, but it is so hard for her to do that, after how th
Nana moves quietly through the packhouse, her heart hammering in her chest. Every step feels too loud, and the creaking floorboards seem to betray her. She knows what she’s about to do is reckless—stupid even—but Lowell needs her help, and she can’t just sit back and let Marco’s men find him.The storeroom is just ahead, where the guards keep their spare uniforms and supplies. She steals a look around, making sure that no one is there, before slipping inside the place. The room was dimly lit, smells like leather and sweat, Her movement is quick, fingers trembling as she picks up a set of clothes from the shelves.She freezes just before she’s about to turn and walk away. Voices echo from the hallway.“Patrol shifts are doubling tonight,” one voice says. “We need to find that bastard before Alpha loses his shit completely.”“Yeah, but do you think we’ll actually catch him? He’s a fucking Lycan,” another guard replies.Nana’s breath catches in her throat. Shit. She ducks behind a stack
“Marco…” Nana’s soft voice wavers as she takes a hesitant step forward, trying to explain herself.His head snaps toward her, his eyes narrowing with unrestrained fury. “How many fucking times do I have to remind you? I’m Alpha to you, not Marco. You dare call me by my name like we’re equals?” His voice booms, reverberating through the small room like a clap of thunder.Nana flinches, shrinking back under his piercing glare. “I—I’m sorry, Alpha…” she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper.“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Marco spits. The blade of his tone has been sharpened. “Now quit wasting my goddamn time and just tell me what you’re hiding.”Nana’s lips flicker as her mind invents a whole multitude of random things that can bring Marco’s wrath off her. But, she finally gives in. Her mind just does not seem to want to cooperate. Frozen there, the silence only heightens Marco’s anger.“Speak!” he yells, stalking toward her threateningly.Before she can say anything, the door is flung op
Marco slams his fist on the desk, yelling, "Where the hell did that girl vanish to?" His shout makes the nearby guards jerk in surprise.Stephen looking away from the papers he's been reviewing, raises an eyebrow. "What's all the fuss?""She's disappeared," Marco snarls, striding back and forth, restless as an animal in a trap. "It's like she just up and vanished."Tilting his head, Stephen looks confused. "Odd. Aren't you supposed to sense her presence?""Can't deal with this anymore," Marco blurts out, sweeping his hair back with his hand. "Feels off, y'know? I can't feel her at all .""Could it be the rejection hit home?" Stephen suggests kicking back in his seat. "Stuff tends to simmer down after a bit. More so when you neither accepted nor rejected her."Marco halts mid-stride, eyes drilling into Stephen. "That’s why her smell turned so really repulsive all of a sudden?""Might be," Stephen responds with a casual lift of his shoulders. "It accounts for the switch."The annoyance
Nana turns, yawning and stretching. She feels Lana’s energy, faint but present, flickering weakly in her chest. It’s there, alive, and it’s enough to let her breathe for the first time in what feels like forever. This is the best sleep she’s had in years, but her peace shatters the moment she feels a presence looming over her.Her eyes fly open, her body tense and alert. She’s met with a face that steals her breath.A long, dark mane of messy hair cascades over a sharp jawline and high cheekbones, framing the most striking face she’s ever seen. His hair falls softly, brushing against her cheek, and she’s momentarily frozen.Her heart thunders in her chest, and her eyes drift lower, taking in the sturdy, well-framed body in front of her. Every muscle looks carved, and his chest rises and falls evenly."I’ve seen Marco naked so many damn times, but this… this is the most beautiful body I’ve ever fucking seen," she blurts before she can stop herself.The man smirks. “You shouldn’t be thi
Nana slowly sneaks out of the packhouse, clutching her sides, her body trembling from exhaustion. Her fever burns like fire, and her mind is foggy, but she keeps moving, driven by instinct.“Where the hell am I even going?” she mutters under her breath, her voice hoarse. “I can’t even shift… Lana’s too damn weak to help me sniff my way to him.” Her steps are slow and shaky, but she follows the faint pull deep in her chest. Lowell’s scent lingers in the air, faint but enough to guide her. She stumbles occasionally, cursing at every root and rock in her way. “Damn it, Mate, how far are you?” she groans. Her legs feel like they’re made of lead, her head pounding harder with every step. Finally, she spots a small, rundown hut far ahead. It looks like it’s been abandoned for years, but something about it feels… right. Her gut tells her he’s there. The moonlight barely reaches the clearing, but her enhanced sight, a gift from their mating, helps her see clearer than she used to. As
The first stroke lands on Nana’s back, and she grunts through clenched teeth. She knows they want her break, to cry and beg for mercy, but she’s determined not to give them the satisfaction. She tightens her jaw, refusing to make a sound.Felisha stands at the far end of the crowd, her face pale and stricken. Nana catches her staring and knows she’s probably holding back tears. Felisha looks like she’s ready to run in and stop the madness, but she doesn’t move. If Felisha admits she gave Nana the money for the perfume and makeup, they’d both be dragged through hell. Nana’s punishment would double, maybe worse.The tenth stroke hits the same raw spot on her back, and this time, Nana can’t stop herself. Her knees buckle slightly, and the guards yank her back up like she’s some fucking rag doll. The pain slices through her resolve like a knife, and her hands clench into fists so tight her nails bite into her palms.The crowd isn’t quiet anymore. Whispers are spreading, some laughing, som
Nana shivers as pain shoots through her body. She’s tired—tired of dealing with Marco’s abuse—but what can she do? He’s her mate, the Alpha of the pack. She’s weak and even worse, she’s the daughter of the man who betrayed the pack.“Get up and crawl out of my room,” Marco groans in his harsh Alpha voice.He hasn’t accepted her as his mate, but he hasn’t rejected her either. Being stuck in between is worse than either choice. The pain makes her heart feel like it’s being ripped out of her chest. Nana coughs as she tries to get off the bed, blood spilling from her mouth.“Don’t let a drop of that get on my bed or in this room!” Marco yells, kicking her off the bed. The force sends her crashing into the wall on the other side of the room.She whimpers in pain. “Marco, please... just let me go. If you don’t want me, why are you doing this?” She tries to get up, but every action makes her back hurt even more. Her voice breaks.“Let you go? That’s way too easy, Nana. You have to pay for yo...
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