Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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There’s been nothing but tension in the pack with the Lycan Prince lurking somewhere deep in the forest, or possibly even within the pack house. Marco and his men have no idea where to search, but they know Lowell is somewhere around.
“Stephen, this… this isn’t funny anymore! What are you doing? It’s been days, and Lowell out,” Marco panics, stomping into the training ground with Stephen following behind.
still somewhere in my pack. We have no way to draw him
“I-understand your worries, Alpha, but you would have sensed him if he were close. His father’s blood in your system will give you a signal,” Stephen replies.
Marco clenches his fists, recalling that night. It’s true, the Lycan blood can sense their own if they’re close by. That night, I felt something–a vibration through my body. Excitement? Worry? I couldn’t tell. But I followed my instinct, only to find Lowell killing my men.
His men are restless. Marco can see the tension in their eyes, their fear unmistakable. They know how dangerous and brutal the Lycan Prince is. Those who witnessed Lowell snap heads off bodies still shudder at the mention of his name.
“I’m sure he’s in search of blood,” Stephen adds. “Animals or our kind. He’ll definitely come out from hiding.”
The sight of his headless and heartless warriors flashes in Marco’s mind. It makes him want to gag as he stands before his men, preparing to pay their last respects to the fallen, as is the pack’s usual ritual.
Meanwhile, Nana faces more hatred and disgust from the pack. She had released their worst nightmare, and now they all live in fear because of her mistake.
“Get that bitch tonight,” Marco orders his men. “She must have recovered enough.”
The words chill Nana to her core. The moment she hears that Marco has called for her, her heartbeat becomes irregular. Fear surges through her veins. What will I do? How will I hide the mark?
If Marco sees the mark from Lowell, it will be the end for her. She knows how desperately they are searching for a way to lure the Lycan Prince out. I can’t let Marco find out. If he realizes I’m marked, Lowell will be captured and it’ll be my fault.
Nana’s mind goes blank with worry. Her body trembles as she approaches Marco’s room, dread etched on her face. What am I going to do?
Nana walks into Marco’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. Marco lies on the bed, scrolling through his phone with a smug smile on his face. When he glances up at her, his eyes pierce through her, and she feels her knees go weak.
‘I wish I could disappear…‘ she thinks, not knowing how to escape the situation.
“Why the hell are you standing there like a statue?” Marco snaps,
sharp. Nana quickly takes a few shaky steps toward the bed and begins to climb beside him. It’s always like this. The first time she tried to touch him, he warned her to never do that again. She has learned to follow his unspoken
rules.
Marco turns to her, dropping his phone. His fingers are quick, pulling at her clothes, peeling them off one by one. “Am I supposed to do everything? You need me to tell you to undress?” he growls, his tone mocking as he yanks off her pants without waiting for a response.
Nana shudders as his hand snakes up her shirt, brushing against her skin. Where she once might have felt something, now she feels nothing but repulsion. A wave of nausea hits her, and without thinking, she pushes Marco away and covers her mouth, her body betraying her.
“What the fuck?” Marco barks, shock flashing across his face as he stares at her.
Nana’s heart races. She immediately realizes her mistake, the gravity of what she’s just done. “L… I’m sorry… I’ve been feeling a little sick,” she stammers, her voice shaking. She struggles to find the right words, anything to mask her growing panic,
Marco’s eyes narrow, his suspicion growing/He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just watches her. Then, with a swift motion, he yanks off her shirt. Nana’s heart pounds so loud she’s sure he can hear it.
‘If he gets closer, if he sees the mark.., it’s over.
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Marco leans in, his face hovering near her neck, where he always inhales her scent. He loves the way she used to smell–sweet and intoxicating, the smell that made him want her despite everything. But this time, as he sniffs her skin, he pauses. His expression shifts.
Nana stiffens, trying desperately to stay calm. ‘Did he see it?‘ She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the worst.
“What the hell is this?” Marco’s voice is low, dangerous.
Nana winces, instinctively raising her arms to cover her neck and face. Her mind races, trying to think of something, anything, to explain this.
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