Matteo
"Why, all of a sudden, Your Highness, are you proposing the idea of organizing a friendly fight tournament?" inquired Alpha Daniel, his expression filled with confusion.
"I've been a part of the pack for months now, and I'm interested in observing the growth in strength among the pack members," I explained. "The king tasked me with reporting on the pack's abilities. He wants to ensure that everyone is capable of defending themselves when the need arises," I added, aiming to dispel any suspicions he might harbor.
"I understand. I take pride in noting that everyone is putting in their best effort, and we regularly conduct training sessions for all. When do you intend to schedule the tournament?"
"How about a week from now?" I responded.
"That works for me," he replied, and a sense of satisfaction filled me.
"I prefer to make the announcement personally, so I'll head to the pack school," I declared, rising from my seat and glancing at Calvin. He nodded and gestured towards the door.
"Before I join you, I'll instruct my beta and gamma to make the necessary preparations for the event," Alpha Daniel informed me, and I followed Calvin to the door.
"Since it's just a simple tournament, keep the preparations modest," I reminded him. He nodded, and together, we headed to school.
As we made our way to the locker area, we unexpectedly encountered Eunice. "There you are; I've been looking for you," she said, a smile on her face.
"I don't recall inviting you here. Why are you present?" I inquired.
"As your future mate, I believe it's my duty to be wherever you are and assist you in whatever you need," she replied. At that moment, I regretted becoming entangled with her more than ever.
"Don't hold onto false hope, Eunice. You know my stance regarding my mate. I'll wait for her," I asserted.
"Why wait for someone uncertain to come?" she asked, attempting to conceal her frustration.
"He has already arrived; I just missed him," I replied.
"Are you certain about what you sensed? For all we know, she could already be deceased," she responded, provoking my anger, leading to a growl escaping me.
"I apologize; I was merely suggesting that there's a possibility that—"
"Shut the f*** up! I know she's alive and calling for me. If you wish to keep your tongue, you better keep it in check," I warned her. I noticed fear in her eyes, but then she smiled. "Fine, if you want to wait for her, go ahead. While she's not here, let me make you happy." She said that and began walking with us, wrapping her arms around mine.
As we turned, I spotted the future beta with the she-wolf who had no discernible scent. They appeared joyful, teasing each other, and I sensed her tension. Could she smell me?
Throughout our conversation, she kept her head down, her eyes concealed. Such behavior was expected, given that I am the Lycan prince and their future king; I saw no issue with it.
The future beta spoke on her behalf most of the time, and I assumed they were intimately connected. Pondering this, I heard my Lycan continuously growling in my mind.
"I sustain the conversation to keep her in my sight. Suddenly, I sense her anger. She mentioned recalling something, and the future beta clarified that she had been bullied for not having her wolf.
Eunice did not contribute positively when she spoke, prompting my Lycan's desire to harm her. He would have acted on it if I hadn't intervened.
As they still had class, the future beta excused themselves to head to their classroom. While they walked away, I observed her resting her head on his chest. Using my Lycan hearing, I caught her expressing gratitude to him.
In that moment, I wished to be in the future beta's position, wanting to console and comfort her personally. We visited different classes to check on things and announce the tournament. My thoughts returned to Freya, and my Lycan purred. What's going on?
This was a behavior he had never exhibited in our 83 years together, and no Lycan or she-wolf had influenced him in this way. What significance does Freya hold for us?
Calvin and I, along with Eunice and the other Lycans in our company, continued the class visits. I wondered where Freya's room was. Since she lacked a wolf, I assumed she wouldn't participate in the tournament due to its potential danger. Fighting someone with a wolf would be challenging for her.
Whenever I announced the tournament in each class, I could see the excitement in their eyes. However, I was disappointed in the future alpha. I pondered what would happen to Midnight Pack when he assumed the alpha role.
After leaving the room, Calvin expressed his concern, saying, "I don't think it's wise for Alpha Daniel to make his son the next Alpha. I can't see even a trace of authority in him, no matter how I look at him."
I completely agreed with him, having harbored these thoughts since our first encounter. Clay seemed a much better fit, but I doubted Alpha Daniel would allow him to take the position, even though he should, given his responsibilities as a caring alpha for his pack and its members.
"Why bother thinking about this pack? They are beneath us and should be our slaves," Eunice remarked afterward.
"I don't think you understand your purpose as a Lycan," I responded, trying to maintain my composure. "We're here to protect them and ensure their well-being. Our role is to guarantee their safety, not to enslave them. Keep that in mind, Eunice," I warned her. She lowered her head and remained silent.
Her words are only good for causing trouble. I wondered why I got involved with her.
"Because you're an idiot," my Lycan remarked. And yes, I suppose I am.
We returned to where we encountered Clay and Freya, recalling they were on a different path to their class. My Lycan grew excited at the thought, and I hurried to their room."
"I had heard that the class was livelier compared to others, piquing my curiosity. In an attempt to remain inconspicuous, I tried to conceal my presence, but the professor noticed me and offered a greeting. Freya's body stiffened, prompting me to wonder about the reason. As the other students turned to look at me, they respectfully lowered their heads, contrasting with Freya who kept hers down.
Although I entertained the idea of issuing a royal command to make her lift her head and meet my gaze, I refrained to avoid appearing arrogant. Instead, I inquired with the professor about the class's vibrant moments, only to be dissatisfied with his response.
While Freya's thoughts were occupied with Clay, my lycan instinctively disapproved. Despite my reluctance to voice it, the words slipped out: "Perhaps he was her mate." This sparked teasing from the entire class, which I found distasteful. Seeking clarity, I approached Clay, relieved by his response.
However, my satisfaction was short-lived as he revealed his affection for her, a sentiment shared by the future Gamma. Freya's continued avoidance, seemingly fixated on Clay, intensified my frustration. Eunice aggravated the situation with her comments, further fueling my anger and my lycan's animosity towards her, prompting a growl and a demand to remove her from the scene.
"I'm sorry, I was just saying..." Eunice began, but Calvin swiftly escorted her away, recognizing the imminent emergence of my lycan and wanting to avert any potential disturbance.
Declaring my presence, I addressed the class with an announcement of an upcoming friendly fight tournament within the pack. While encouraging participation, I couldn't help but notice Freya's persistently lowered head. This fueled my skepticism, suggesting she might be concealing something from me and others. Meanwhile, Clay and Alec expressed concern for her well-being, and her response hardened my resolve to address the bullying issue.
A week later, despite my excitement for the event, I couldn't shake the anticipation of confirming something that had occupied my thoughts for over a week. As I prepared for the event, Calvin approached me with unexpected news – Freya had decided to participate. The revelation left me astonished, considering how she would manage without her wolf."
Freya Matteo had been consistently present, in my opinion. He frequently visited the school, and I couldn't discern the reason. I began to suspect that something was amiss or that a potential threat loomed over the pack, yet I didn't detect any. "Freya, can you hear me?" Mom inquired, waving her hand before my face. I blinked several times before realizing that she had been addressing me, my thoughts still preoccupied with Matteo. "Is there something bothering you, Freya?" Dad questioned, and I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad," I responded. "I was just pondering why the Lycan prince has been attending school more frequently. He has been part of the pack for months, yet recently, he's been going to school as if anticipating an imminent threat." "It's not like that. He's genuinely concerned about the younger generations. That's precisely why he proposed the tournament – to assess everyone's strengths and abilities," Dad explained, and I nodded in understanding. Despite my hopes
Freya "Frey," called Clay and Alec. I glared at Joric and Britney, my only recourse at the moment. "I didn't sign up; it's them," I explained, gesturing towards the future alpha and the frustrated Luna. "The dumb and the dumber," I added, and they both chuckled before turning serious. "You realize you can't back out, right? The Lycan prince expects us to take responsibility for our actions and make our own decisions. That's why he arranged the tournament with a week-long preparation," Alec said, and I nodded. I was uncertain whether to appear vulnerable to them or not. "I didn't want to join either," I admitted. I knew Mom and Dad would be concerned when they found out. I sighed deeply. I needed to contemplate this carefully because Pi had been on edge ever since we met our mate. She seemed different, always sensible, but I sensed something was amiss with her. "There were instances when we sensed our friends' disloyalty. I could sense her anger and fury, as if she wished harm upon
Matteo "Freya is joining," he declared, leaving me in shock. How on earth would she manage to fight without her wolf? I scrutinized Calvin, seeking confirmation of the truth. The gravity of his expression assured me that he wasn't joking. Who was I kidding? Calvin rarely ever joked. "I don't think you'll be heading to the site now; instead, you'll be going to school," he informed me, and I nodded. I needed to ensure her safety. I declared that those who had signed up and registered were not allowed to back out, emphasizing the commitment to prevent any casual decisions on Freya's part, especially regarding Clay and Alec. We hurried into school, and I was grateful that I had asked Calvin to stay hidden. If not, I couldn't fathom what I would do upon discovering her amidst the fight the next day. Though uncertain if she was truly my mate, my instincts insisted, and I wanted to believe it. Surprisingly, my Lycan seemed okay with this revelation, not snarling at me in my mind as it typi
Freya"I had to distance myself from him. Controlling Pi was already a challenge; she yearned to leap at him, a move that would inevitably lead to trouble. As the Lycan prince, such an act would be disrespectful, even if he were my mate. The fact that he couldn't scent me added an additional layer of complexity. His rejection could be profoundly painful for us.Fortunately, Clay and Alec were unwavering in their support and attentiveness. Their presence during this challenging time was indispensable. Turning my back on my mate, I refrained from looking back. If only it were that simple to approach him and assert my claim. As hope dwindled, I sighed, acknowledging the difficulty of winning him over.The pack run was about to commence, and with the prince's apology, we gathered once again. Clay and Alec remained close, vigilant and protective. Growls reached my ears, and turning around, I found them directed at me. Smiling, I said, 'Let's go.'Running together, I attempted to match their
Matteo "We needed to lock eyes, ensuring she was indeed my mate. I am unquestionably overjoyed that she belongs to me, and my inner beast shared in that enthusiasm. We were on the brink of something significant. My entire focus was on her eyes alone. "Your Highness," someone called, diverting my attention. I turned to see the person addressing me. "I am Freya's father, and I'll be taking her home," he declared. With those words, Freya's chin slipped away from my forefinger and thumb. Glancing at her, I noticed a relieved smile as she greeted her father. I clenched my fist, attempting to rein in my beast due to the unwelcome interruption. Nodding in acknowledgment, I shifted my gaze back to Freya, whose eyes remained fixed on her father. If my original plan failed, I would have to resort to a royal command. For now, I turned away and headed back to the villa. The looming fear of Joric and Britney's potential actions against my supposed mate forced me to participate in the tournament
Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits. A smug expression on Freya's face indicated her readiness to retaliate, catching Britney's attention and causing her to pause briefly. Though it was short-lived, as Freya quickly closed the distance, poised with a clenched fist, ready to take down her adversary. Yet, Britney anticipated the move, stepping back just in time. I couldn't deny Britney's skill, but what surprised me was when Freya landed a left jab on her face. Britney sta
Freya"Does Clay like me? I initially thought he and Alec were just teasing me. I am aware of the rejection he experienced from a female Lycan two years ago. It was confirmed that I couldn't move an inch when I stumbled upon them kissing and making out. I was certain she was his first, considering he was still very young. What baffles me is how he recognized her as his mate when he didn't have a wolf at the time of rejection.Clay is truly exceptional. He acquired his wolf only last year, just before turning 17, earning him the position of Joric's future beta. Britney isn't suited for the role, not because she's a she-wolf, but simply because she's the beta's daughter. Despite having a wolf, she lacks proficiency in combat."Clay..." I uttered as I noticed his expression falter until his lips met mine. I like him. He could be the right one for me. He's been a constant presence in my life for as long as I can remember, and choosing him as my mate doesn't feel wrong. I welcomed the kiss,
Matteo "Why won't she sit here so we can have a conversation? I was still upset that she kissed another man, even though she knew she was mine. What was so appealing about that future beta that she chose him over me—a prince and a future king? Jealousy consumed me, especially upon discovering that Clay was her first kiss. I sensed it the moment our lips met. She seemed unsure of how to react, and that mutt took away her first kiss from me. Despite my imperfections, I've had intimate encounters with a she-wolf and a female Lycan beyond mere kissing. However, I thought it would be special if I were her first kiss. I desired to be the first man to do everything with her, so I warned her to follow my lead, but she remained defiant. I didn't realize she could be so stubborn. This wasn't the Freya I knew—the one who always kept her head down. "Sit, Freya," I insisted again. "No," she retorted. "Why can't you just sit there?" "I didn't want to sit on the bed your woman occupied just a l