The Lost Lycan Princess.

Emma Spencer. “And with that concludes my presentation on educational innovation. Thank you all very much for attending.” Patrick Sheldon, the dean of the university, says, “Ladies and gentlemen, this was the keynote presentation by Dr. Spencer, interim professor at Stanford's University.” I can see how the audience stands up, applauding me. Some shout, “Well done!” and I can’t help but smile. I step off the stage and come face to face with the university’s principal benefactor, Mr. Peter Bennett. He is the most coveted billionaire in the country. I look at the gigantic man standing in front of me. Extremely tall, a wall of pure muscle, brown hair a little longer on top than on the sides, almond-colored eyes, full lips, powerful jaw, and freshly trimmed beard. He wears a black suit, tailored. Attractive, manly, every woman’s dream, which makes your panties wet, just by looking at him. With a perfect smile drawn on his lips and his fixed eyes looking at me intensely, he tells me w

Peter Bennett. Hearing her voice through the speakers caused me to freeze in my position, unable to move forward. My intention was never to attend the conference. Also, I had given up going, not because of the topic itself, but because my meeting with dean Smith was more relevant. Therefore, I had never expected to be in the auditorium. Apollo, my wolf, stirred inside my head, demanding to see her. He needed to know to whom belonged the melodious voice that spoke, whose speech was full of ingenious sentences and novel discoveries. I leave the dean talking alone and head on autopilot towards the auditorium. I stand at the door, watching the tiny figure behind the podium. My wolf jumps in my head, absolutely crazy screaming, “mate, mate, mate, mine, mine, mine!” giving me a big headache. I never got married, because I always believed that I would find the love of my life one day. I didn’t think that, at thirty-six years old, I would find her. Although it makes me wonder, why is sh

Emma Spencer. I see how Peter frowns at what I told him and without thinking he asks me, “marriage of convenience? What are you talking about? Did your parents force you?” I feel my heart pounding at his questioning. I quickly told him, “My parents had nothing to do with my decision. In fact, they were against it. They never liked Albert, but I’m too stubborn to change my mind. The decision was based on what I thought was best for me.” “Forgive me, dear, but I still don’t understand.” I sigh and say, “You see, I wanted a family of my own. I always felt like something was missing. I always felt like a broken piece. I stopped feeling that feeling when Maddie was born. Not even when I got married. It was she who brought peace and that sense of belonging that I sought so much.” I see he is going to ask me something when we are interrupted by the sound of my cell phone. I take it out of my pocket and see that it is my mother. “Forgive me, Peter, but I must answer.” He gave me a hand m

Peter Bennett.Maddie whispers to me, “Daddy, I know they’re not my grandparents.”My grip on both tightens. I examine them and know immediately who and where they are from.“What the hell is he doing here, the beta and his wife, from the royal pack of the north?” Apollo asks me, totally annoyed by what we are witnessing.“I don’t know, Apollo, but something tells me they were the ones who raised Emma as their own. The question is why? Maddie knows they’re not her grandparents, so why are they here?”“Isn’t it obvious? King Alexander had a Plan B… Emma.” I close my eyes, regretting what we just discovered.I quickly called William by mental link. “William, get everyone here now!” I don’t wait for his response.I take a deep breath, so as not to scare Maddie or Emma, ​​as I say, “John, I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought you had died. What are you doing in the southern lands? You are very far from home.”I watched as his face and his wife completely break down. Emma says to me, “W

Peter Bennett. It hurts my heart to see my mate so sad. I totally understand why. Apollo doesn’t stop howling, given the emotions we feel, through the mate bond, which she does not know exists. I see the woman in front of me and I feel so blessed that she is mine. “Start, from the beginning, Peter. I want to know everything.” I swallow hard, as I watch my beautiful mate looking at me with her eyes wide open, waiting for what I have to say. I clear my throat and say, “There are different societies in this world. Humans are just one of them. Different creatures live among them, such as werewolves and Lycans.” I continued, “Our culture collaborates with humans, but we do not mix. This means that we can do business with them, work with them or for them, but we do not match with them. It is forbidden to be with a human being.” Emma interrupts me by asking, “What’s the difference between a werewolf and a Lycan?” “A werewolf can turn into a wolf when required. They are two entities sha