2 The Lycan Prince's Mate

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I accidentally tripped over the lawn mower next to the bushes, and a piece of iron pierced my ankle. I couldn't stand up because of the pain. But the hounds' breath came nearer and nearer to me. I didn't have time to look at my wound. I crawled a few steps forward on both hands and feet before trying to get up and keep running, but I fell to the ground again.

 

During my struggle, the guests laughed even louder.

 

I don't know when I stopped being treated like an Alpha's daughter. I became a person who could be insulted and hurt at will.

 

Bernice became a central figure in the pack's social life, where men and women would flatter and compliment her wherever she was. She looked at me like a proud peacock. Every time she glanced at me, the people around her would give me a hard time.

 

Ever since she became the official daughter of Alpha, she has made no secret of her ill will towards me, even though she had all the love of our father, the dignity of an alpha daughter, a beautiful dress, expensive jewelry, and even an enviable fiance.

 

Kral Evans, the most famous Prince of the royal family. A different kind of werewolf. Technically, he's Lycan. He was born and raised in the limelight, enjoying the power and money of the werewolf world at its highest. As he came of age, he became the one everyone feared and admired. He was a famous warrior who successfully killed vampires, established new rules for the royal family with an iron fist, and trained the most powerful werewolf army in the division. Some say he is a womanizer, some say he is the most promising future king, and some say he is the most brutal devil. In short, his name was echoed like a thunderbolt in every werewolf's ear.

 

Our pack and the royal family maintained only normal diplomatic relations, so we were all surprised to hear that Kral and Bernice were about to get engaged.

 

The surprise was followed by cheers. To marry a royal prince is the wish of all unmated she-wolves! Kral has not been able to find a fated mate, and there are rumors that he will be looking for someone to be his chosen mate. I never expected he'd choose Bernice.

 

Bernice became more and more arrogant. Being chosen by Kral means that she is about to become a member of the most exalted royal family.

 

The dog barked behind me. It was too late. I couldn't get away.

 

"Wait a minute," said a graceful female voice from the crowd.

 

Suddenly, I thought the moon goddess finally heard my prayer. Someone spoke for me, and the miracle really appeared.

 

However, the next second, the voice continues: "You're about to get engaged. If she dies, will Kral have a bad impression of you?"

 

Bernice was stunned for a moment, then opened her lips and said, "It doesn't matter. Kral loves me, and of course he supports everything I do."

 

"TSK, tsk, tsk, tsk. You're not even married yet and you're already showing off your affection. How enviable."

 

“I hear Kral spent $20 million on Bernice just for the Royal Crown!”

 

"Wow, are you talking about the Crown for his wife? Bernice, I heard Kral gave you a lot of expensive jewelry. Please show us."

 

I could hardly hear their noise, and could only feel the chill rising from my back. What was I thinking? There is no sympathy for me at all, and my humble fantasies are nothing more than daydreams.

 

I lost my father the day I lost my mother. I have nothing behind me, I can only rely on myself.

I have no way out, but at this time, my heart is calm down a lot.

 

"Are you scared silly? What a coward," said Bernice, thinking I was scared out of my wits, and growing more complacent, ready to wave to the dogs again and direct them to attack.

 

Before her hand fell, I closed my eyes and asked, "Bernice, since it's an act, if I can scare your dog off, will you let me go today?"

 

Bernice looked at me in surprise and disdain as if she had just heard a big joke. "Just you? Are you crazy? Of course, I can promise you. You're the one who asked for death today."

 

I knew that Bernice was a person who cared a lot about her face. She boasted in front of her friends and would probably honor it.

 

A male friend of Bernice's scoffed, "You see, the coward, even her voice is shaking!"

 

He puffed out his chest, as if his words could add to his manly charm.

 

But yes, my throat was sore and hoarse, and I had no time to drink water all day to prepare for this afternoon tea.

 

The hounds seemed to see through my weakness, knew I had no gun, no power, and I couldn't even stand up. They were ready to pounce on me.

 

"Bite her!"

 

"Well done, my darlings!"

 

"Bernice, the royal family must really like a brave and cheerful hostess like you."

 

The crowd cheered. They all thought my fate was sealed and were ready to see my tragedy.

 

At this point, I couldn't care less about what they were saying. I stood up in pain, grabbed a black parasol on the side, opened it quickly, and then quickly pulled it back, and so on, with the strange sound of steel bones colliding.

 

The bloodhounds, their eyes blazing, were just a step away from me, but when they saw my movement, they instinctively stopped, stared at me with their sharp teeth, and then began to wander.

 

And I half crouched down, and quickly stood up and ran toward them. At the same time, my mouth was still full of roar.

 

Sure enough, the hounds, in the face of provocation, did not dare to come forward and bite me, but retreated.

 

Dogs instinctively fear the squat of humans. They all thought that once humans squatted down, they would be ready to pick up stones to attack them. And I suddenly stood up and rushed towards them. This is to enhance the action.

 

My body was already trembling from the pain, but my hands were moving faster and faster.

And the hounds, barking, ran away. No matter how much Bernice whistled, they wouldn't come back, only to surround me from a distance.

 

Use an umbrella to ward off dogs in times of crisis. I've read about it secretly from an old book in the study.

 

I had given up hope, but to my surprise, I succeeded.

 

"How can this be? Come on!" The audience did not see the fun they wanted, obviously very disappointed.

 

In the middle of the crowd, I looked at Bernice and said, "Bernice, I did it. It's time for you to fulfill your promise. You're the most noble Prince's fiancee. You have to keep your word, don't you?"

 

"You don't have to tell me," Bernice said slowly.

 

Before I had time to feel a trace of joy, I heard the second half of her sentence.

“But since my dog won't listen to me, you be my dog and go get my ring.”

 

As she spoke, she took off her ring and threw it into the open-air pool.

 

I froze. She raised her eyebrows and stared straight at me, and her eyes had an indescribable meaning.

 

This is a sure sign of danger. And her friends, who had subconsciously moved closer behind her, gave me cold, sharp eyes, apparently afraid that Bernice would lose face.

 

I was not afraid of them, but after biting my lip hard, I jumped into the water with everyone watching.

 

Bernice has Kral on her side now, and I can't afford to get into a fight with her.

 

Just hang in there. Everything will be fine once she's married.

 

I promised my mother that I would take good care of myself, brush my teeth and eat on time every day. I do these things seriously every day. Although I have to work until more than two o'clock in the morning to eat, but can eat full.

 

Looking for a ring in the huge luxury pool was like looking for a needle in a haystack. The water was so cold that I almost froze.

 

It was almost dark when I found the ring.

 

Now my skin is frozen gray and cold. I think I really like a stray dog now.

 

The eyes around me were either mocking or staring straight at my chest.

 

My big old blouse was all wet and clinging to me, revealing my lines clearly.

 

Bernice's lips curled into a smile, and she seemed to be discussing with her best friend how she would continue to punish and humiliate me, but when she saw this, she was clearly angry and went up to me and slapped me.

 

"Go home, you shameless bitch! What can you do but seduce men!"

 

The slap was so hard that it almost knocked me over.

 

Ignoring the burning pain, I limped to the storeroom, where I was staying, covering my face.

I knew I had escaped, and the sky was completely dark. Every day seems like it. Only with all my strength can I survive.

 

In the distance, on the lawn, there was the sound of music and the clinking of glasses, as if the farce had never happened. The fire crackled, and the air was filled with spices and the smell of roast meat, but everything has nothing to do with me.