Marked by the Lycan King

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Fear started creeping in. Only someone truly powerful could have the news removed so quickly. The realization hit her hard, Myra was alive and far more powerful than she had imagined.

She dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands in despair, "Why couldn't that b***h just die and rot in hell?" she hissed.

In a fit of rage, she repeatedly slammed her fist against the floor until her hand was covered in blood. Staring at the crimson liquid dripping from her fingers, a sadistic smile slowly spread across her face. She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and made a phone call.

The other line picked up immediately.

"She took the bait," she said calmly. "It seems we were unsuccessful in completely getting rid of her. Nevertheless, we now know someone is backing her, someone more powerful than us, which might be quite troublesome."

She paused, then added sharply, "that scheming b***h. When did she get connected with such a force." The other line remained quiet, lost in thought.

"If that person is truly that powerful, he can easily investigate the matter, uncover the truth, and overturn public opinion," she continued. "Nobody should ever know what happened that night. Thankfully, there were no witnesses. We need to get over this quickly. I'm tired of hiding. I want to return. So you had better finish your plan immediately. I've stayed hidden far longer than I expected. I want to return to my beloved."

"Don't rush me, it will be over soon." Lyka said frustratedly, annoyed by her tone.

"Quite the opposite," she retorted frustratedly. "In fact, I can rush it, because I can make your whole plan crumble. So Lyka, please, do hasten your plan. This is the most polite I can ask."

"I can't—" The other line hung up. She clenched her fists tightly. "f*****g bitch."

If Myra investigated and discovered the truth about the past, all her plans will go down the drain, she pondered for a moment before remembering Aiden words, “s**t,” if they investigate further, she might actually find out about the Silver Clan pack, it would spell disaster for her and her entire family. She stood up and went to meet her father.

Alpha Ryan was in his office, handling the pack’s affairs, while Luna Daria stood obediently beside him, serving him tea. He took her hand and softly kissed it. She blushed lightly. Alpha Ryan was greatly pleased by her submissive nature. His hand reached for the hem of her clothes, some naughty idea clearly forming in his mind.

Suddenly, Lyka burst into the room. She sighed at the sight of their intimate posture. These two are shameless as ever. "Mom, I need to talk to Dad."

Luna Daria looked at Alpha Ryan suspiciously. "About what? I don’t think it’s anything I cannot hear." Lyka took a seat and made herself comfortable. "Dad, I have some questions about the Silver Clan pack," she said, smirking.

Both Lyka and Alpha Ryan’s faces changed drastically. Luna Daria's expression also darkened at the mention of that name. "What do you want to know about that b***h?" Alpha Ryan asked, stroking Luna Daria's head calmly to soothe her. He kissed her earlobe and whispered, "You should go. Don’t worry, I’ll fill you in later. It’s best for us."

Luna Daria stood up unwillingly. Looking at her daughter and husband, she sighed, "Both of you, be careful." She gave a short smile. "Thank you, Mom."

After Luna Daria left and closed the door, Lyka’s expression turned serious. "Myra is alive, and it seems she now has a powerful ally." Alpha Ryan didn’t bother lifting his head. "And how would you know that?" "I recently uploaded a video about her on the internet, and somehow it was taken down within a few hours."

Alpha Ryan’s face turned dark. "Why would you upload such a video in the first place?"

Lyka bit her lips, giving Alpha Ryan a pitiful look"I just wanted to help," Lyka replied.

Alpha Ryan lazily raised his face up, “Stop trying to gain some sympathy, it won't work on me.” The sad expression on Lyka’s face vanished, replaced by a knowing smirk. "You do really get me, Daddy."

She stood up and walked to his side before comfortably sitting down on his laps, Alpha Ryan fingers traced up her skin, caressing it slightly, she leaned on his chest, her voice soft, “there's no need for me to pretend around you.” She looked at his face briefly before pressing her lips on his, straddling his thighs, trying to turn him on. Alpha Ryan looked at this his mischievous step daughter before he supported her neck before deepening the kiss. After a while, he paused and looked at her, “Now is not the time, look at the huge problem you've caused.”

Lyka smirked, she rubbed her hungry core against his semi hard c**k, making him groan, “If the someone behind Myra is powerful, what if he investigates the pack and finds out about the Silver Clan pack.” Alpha Ryan stopped abruptly, “How do you know about that,” Lyka laughed, “I have my ways of getting information,” Her father sighed, “Nothing can really escape you,” he kissed her neck, “So you want me to get rid of my own daughter, why don't you give daddy a good blow job and I might consider it,” Lyka smiled, reaching for his belt, he swiftly brought out his hard c**k, he looked down at his daughter, his eyes gleaming with lust as she sucked it, groaning in pleasure. A pair of eyes watching them from a small opening in the door.