Marked by the Lycan King

Chapter 15

"What do you mean by that?" Matteo’s face remained cold, but his eyes showed his surprise.

“I mean exactly what I said,” Melissa replied bluntly, still shaken. “She tried to kill me. I almost died. If Dante hadn’t knocked her out—”

“What did you say?”

“I said your mate is dangerous to me.” Melissa, unaware of the anger building in Matteo, repeated herself. “Your mate tried to kill me the moment I got close to her. If she hadn’t been knocked out—”

Matteo snapped. He moved without warning and landed a punch straight to Dante’s face. Then another. And another. Again and again, not stopping, his anger pouring out with each hit until Melissa shoved him hard and stood in front of Dante, shielding him, her wolf rising in anger.

“Who told you to lay hands on her?” Matteo’s voice came out low and deadly. “She is your queen.”

“And she tried to kill me!” Melissa shot back, her voice shaking with both fear and anger. “What would you have me do? Go on my knees and beg her? Let her kill your own sister?”

Matteo didn’t respond immediately, his chest rising and falling as he tried to contain himself.

Melissa exhaled sharply, trying to calm down. “I know the mate bond is messing with your head right now, but think, Matteo. Think! Both you and your mate need to get your head checked because I can see your reasoning is failing.”

Without waiting for his reply, she helped Dante up, supporting him as they left the room.

Matteo stood there, stunned by Melissa’s outburst, his fists still clenched. After a moment, he turned and walked back to Lyra. He stood beside her bed, his expression softening slightly as he reached out and brushed her hair back gently.

“My stubborn mate, why did you have hit her, she's your sister…” he muttered under his breath.

He carefully picked her up, holding her close as he carried her out of the infirmary.

Aiden walked through the palace, trying to clear his head and quietly admiring its structure. The Lycan palace was ancient, built centuries ago, so it had a medieval style, making it look like an actual palace, but it still had some contemporary additional designs.

As he turned a corner, Matteo appeared ahead of them, Lyra in his arms, her ginger hair falling over his chest. Aiden’s steps slowed slightly as his eyes landed on the lady in Matteo’s arms, "That can't be her..." he thought trying to calm down.

“Your Majesty, we have been waiting for your arrival,” Aiden said, keeping his tone respectful.

Matteo instinctively adjusted his hold on Lyra, pulling her closer, her face buried against his chest. “Then you will wait longer. As you can see, I am occupied.”

Aiden nodded slowly. “I can see that. Is that… Her Majesty? The queen?” He tried to get a better look at the ginger-haired woman in Matteo’s arms.

Matteo gave a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. “You don’t need to concern yourself with the affairs of the Lycan Kingdom. When the time is right, you will know.”

He walked past them without another word.

Aiden frowned slightly, rubbing his brow as a strange unease settled in his chest. Something felt wrong, like something bad was about to happen.

Matteo carried Lyra to his room. Now that she had woken up, there was no need to keep her in the infirmary anymore. As he laid her down on his bed, Aiden’s face flashed briefly in his mind, and his expression darkened.

“Carl,” he spoke through the mind link, his tone cold. “Call those wolves to my office. Let’s hear their so-called collaboration.”

A smirk formed on his lips.

He stepped away and changed out of his clothes, which were slightly creased from carrying her. He put on a crisp white shirt and plain black trousers, his aura still exuded aristocracy despite wearing plain clothes.

Before leaving, he walked back to the bed and looked down at Lyra, his 6 ft 4 figure loomed over her as his expression softened again.

He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her lips.

Then he straightened and walked out.