All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Blood : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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 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

“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

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

The 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