His deep voice was filled with a sense of authority that could not be ignored. Compared to the average werewolf, Lycan's aura and sense of oppression is much higher. There was a clear sense of danger and impatience in his words, which made the werewolves present break out in a cold sweat.The speaker had his back to the crowd, and in the corner, I could only see his body rising above the back of his chair.His hair was thick and dark, his black cloak hanging from his legs, his strong legs wrapped in black boots, which looked like silent beasts in the candlelight of the party. In his right hand he held a clear goblet. A black-clad Lycan stood beside him and served him wine in silence. The red liquid flowed slowly into the glass, as if it were blood.Just a glance, I do not know why, but I feel fear for no reason.My father had a bad look on his face. In his plan, the Prince should be satisfied with Bernice and take her away. As the prince's father-in-law, he could face the alphas of th
Alan’s POV"Alan, come on, what are you doing there?" Bud said to me. We were the officers of the team that went to the Red Moon Pack. We all know the purpose of our trip. We're gonna take a she-wolf out of that pack. Our Prince had never met her, but he suddenly decided he wanted her.This is the night before we enter the Red Moon Pack. We, as the Prince's generals, were supposed to guard him, but the prince said he wanted to be alone tonight. Bud and I went for a moonlit walk through the woods, a favorite activity of all werewolves.“Do you think the Prince is in love? He's never found mate, but he came to the pack all of a sudden just to take a woman away.” Bud bumped my shoulder and winked."I don't know what happened. But since it was the prince's decision, we have to follow it. He must have a reason for what he did." I sighed helplessly. Speculation has been swirling around the royal family for a long time, since the prince asked the alpha of the Red Moon Pack for his daughter.
Delia’s POVThere is no moon tonight. The rain is like a haze over the earth.As Kral carried me out of the ballroom, I saw the crowd's surprised eyes. The faces of my father and Bernice blurred in my vision. I lay in Kral's arms. His strong arms wrapped around me, and the smell of liquor around me made me hold my breath a little to keep my head from spinning. I could see his broad chin and high nose bridge. His golden eyes were not looking at me. Instead, he held me tightly with his hands, and I realized that I was shivering slightly in his arms.I turned over his shoulder, and as the ballroom and the manor grew blurred in view, I suddenly felt something clearly slipping away from my life. My happy childhood, my miserable youth, my mother's tears, my father's neglect, Bernice's arrogance. They all left me at this moment, so clearly.I let out a long sigh of belated delight, as if I had unburdened myself of some invisible burden. I don't have to worry about Nick harassing me or the ru
I heard the carriage doors opening and closing, and the smell of Kral approaching.“Turn around.” I heard his low, rough voice.I tried to straighten my back, but the heat of his fingers against my skin made me shiver uncontrollably, and I could feel his fingers moving. Every touch he made was like a feather brushing against my skin. The laces at the back of my dress were tightening, and his breath floated down the back of my neck. My skin was pale pink with sensitivity. I don't understand why my heart beats out of order every time I get close to him."Turn around," he said, holding my waist in his hands so I could face him.The sunlight outside the glass window shone on his deep eyebrows, and the high brow bones cast a faint shadow on his eyes. There was a flicker of gold floating in his eyes, and his cold expression made me wonder what he was thinking. The carriage was filled with his smell, and I sat in front of him like a doll he'd been playing with."It's not perfect," he said, l
It was getting dark and the moon began to move towards the center of the sky.It was a night popular with werewolves, with the wind blowing and the forest rattling. But tonight I'm standing on the lawn in front of a symbol Kral drew with a scepter."Werewolves who can't shift are mostly weak bloodlines. You need the Moon goddess's blessing." Kral reaches out his black-gloved hand. I nervously put my hand on his palm. He led me, step by step, to the center of the symbol."Kneel."I knelt down reverently and, following Karal's instructions, bit my finger with my teeth and dropped blood into the container he had taken out.Under the moonlight, black hair covered his face, a dark red cloak as if coagulation of blood. He took spices, herbs, poppy juice, wax, and my blood and mixed them in a black container until they were thick, and then he spread them slowly on my body. I closed my eyes, felt the juice slide on my skin.A strange numbness rose from my whole body, from my face, neck, bare
I don't know what Kral was thinking, but the next day Kral ordered the team to run as wolves, and Bud was asked to drive me.The move raised eyebrows in the group. The proud lycans were no camels. When they turn into wolves, they only let their mate ride on their backs, or in some cases, the king and Queen.But this is an order from His Highness. Despite a look of disapproval in Bud's eyes, he complied.So now I'm on Bud's back, and in the dark of the night, I curl up my arms and legs, trying not to take up too much space. As for Bud, he was a burly lycan warrior with bright brown eyes and long brown hair, but he looked at me with disgust in his eyes.I understand him. Alen told me that Bud was a great warrior. Now, on Kral's orders, he's carrying me like a freight horse, and of course he thinks he's overqualified.Kral waved his arm as usual, and the lycans immediately stopped, and Bud immediately bent down to let me down, in a way that couldn't wait."Damn it, that woman feels so st
Since Bud took some of the men back to the palace to deliver the news, our return to the palace had been less urgent. Alen drove slowly in front of the carriage, while I and my master, Kral, read in the carriage. But the difference is that he is always enjoying the book, and I am the opposite. In order to understand that little book, I have been flipping through the dictionary to understand some unfamiliar words.My father’s Pack is not known for being powerful, so not all werewolves are good at reading and writing in our pack. When I was a child, my mother gave me an elementary education, so I know some spelling and basic vocabulary. After my mother died, I lived under Bernice's torment. My father did not find me a governess, and I gradually lost the opportunity to continue my education.But the situation has changed now. I am dealing with the Royal Lycans, a group of well-educated people.I sighed a few times, and a pair of long and strong hands took away my book."Tell me, as Alpha
I didn't sleep well.In my dream, I was trapped in a lake. I feel my skin wet. I wanted to struggle, but my limbs were weak. The smell of vampires and the terrible face were still in front of me. I squirmed my body uneasily, and then I felt a cool sensation in my body. I try to breathe. The vampire's face in front of me began to blur...So itchy...I feel as if a kitten is scratching my calf with its tail. I felt a little itchy, unconsciously shrunk my body, and then the cat stopped for a moment, and then a large hand covered my calf.Wait, a large hand?I awoke suddenly. A pair of golden eyes were looking intently into mine. Still in a daze, I blinked, not comprehending what had happened. Kral gently brushed back the strands of hair that were stuck to his forehead, and the intimacy of the gesture brought me back to my senses.I sprang up and looked around."Where am I, master?" I subconsciously leaned back to keep some distance from him. Lycan's breath is sometimes too strong for me