All Chapters of My Lycan Prince: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter Twelve.Mercy's POV. I woke up the next morning, my body aching from the previous day's ordeal. Every muscle screamed in protest as I dragged myself out of bed, and my body wasn’t exactly happy with the decisions I was making— or the ones John was making for me. I wondered what John had in store for me today. Hopefully, it went along the lines of staying in and getting some well deserved sleep. As I made my way downstairs, I found John sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his morning coffee. He looked up as I entered, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Good morning.” I mumbled, trying to shake off the grogginess and giving him a small smile. “Morning.” He replied curtly. "Get yourself ready. We’re heading out soon. We have a lot on our plate today." “A lot, like yesterday’s, or maybe something less? Because I’m not ready to go through any more torture than I already have, you of all people should know that.” I shook my head, and he grunted. “Those are the w

Chapter Fourteen.Mercy’s POV. I woke up the next morning, still sore from yesterday's training. The thought of more grueling exercises made me want to hide under the covers, but I knew that was not an option. John expected me to push through the pain, and I wasn't about to let him think I was weak. As I stumbled downstairs, I noticed that John was putting on his coat. "Where are you going?" I asked, trying to shake off my sleepiness. "To the palace." He replied curtly. "I'll be back soon. Try to stay out of trouble while I'm gone." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, because trouble just follows me around." John gave me a look that said he wasn't in the mood for jokes. With a final nod, he walked out the door, leaving me alone in the cabin. The morning passed slowly. I busied myself with small chores, trying to keep my mind off the upcoming training session. When John finally returned, he wasn't alone. Beside him stood a girl with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She was pre

Chapter Sixteen.Mercy's POV. Lunch was awkward. I sat there, chewing on my food, barely tasting anything, while Laura, of course, was the centre of attention. She was sitting there, all perfect and polished, showing off her manners like she was some kind of princess. Every time she smiled, my stomach twisted in knots and I looked at her, hoping my jealousy didn’t show on my face. Marion was laughing… laughing like I'd never seen her do before. Even John, who hardly ever showed any real emotion, had this steady smile on his face. It was like they were all under Laura's spell. I hated it. Was I the problem? I picked at the food on my plate, trying to ignore the flutter of jealousy burning in my chest, but it was impossible. I wasn't just jealous. I was livid. I could barely look at her without feeling like I might explode. The memory of her wiping the floor with me during that sparring session two days ago was still fresh in my mind, and even worse, I had the proof on my body, ever

Chapter Eighteen.Mercy’s POV. I stayed on the ground for what felt like forever, staring at the dirt. My knuckles throbbed, and my back ached, but it was nothing compared to the guilt churning in my gut. What the hell had I done? I had let my anger get the best of me, and now Laura… Laura had every reason to hate me more than she already did. I heard her footsteps behind me, the crunch of leaves as she shifted, but she didn’t say anything. Slowly, I forced myself to get up. My body felt heavy, weighed down by shame. When I turned around, Laura was still holding her lip, the blood now dried in the corner of her mouth. Her eyes flicked to mine for a second, and I saw a flash of anger and pain, and maybe even confusion, but she quickly looked away, wiping at her lip again. “Laura.” I started, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m so sorry.” She didn’t answer. Instead, she just kept rubbing her shoulder, twisting away from me as I stepped closer. “I said I’m sorry!” I repeat

Chapter Twenty.Mercy's POV. The cold, hard ground met my back with a thud, and I winced as pain shot through my body. Laura stood over me, panting heavily but still with that smug, triumphant look on her face. She had the upper hand, again. I groaned and rolled onto my side, pushing myself up to a sitting position. “Getting slow, Mercy.” Laura said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “Maybe next time you’ll land a hit.” I bit my lip, refusing to respond. Instead, I focused on catching my breath. My body ached, but there was something different this time. My movements were smoother, more controlled. Despite being thrown to the ground, I didn’t feel defeated. I knew I was getting better. Slowly, but surely. We were sparring again, just like we had countless times before. But this time, something was changing inside me. I could feel it. Each punch, each block, felt more natural. My body was adjusting, learning. Laura, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying herself. She wiped t