The ruthless Lycan Prince. A vicious murderer. The blood thirsty conqueror. The devil himself. I was seated in the same vehicle with the devil and we were breathing the same air. The Royal Lycan Prince. First out of the three Royal Prince’s and heir to the throne. And I tried to kill him. A cold chill ran down my spine as the realization of what I just did hit me.This same man that slaughters without remorse, a man that would walk the ends of the earth to get what he wants, and kill anyone that stands in his way. No one ever got on his bad side and lived to tell the story. How did I get here?Vadirr has to be his best friend. I read stories about him too and how loyal he was to the first Lycan Prince. He was a faithful follower, a man who would give his life for his dear friend. The books didn’t do justice in their description of Prince Draven or his beloved friend. Especially the prince Draven. Rather than continue gawking at them or feeling pity for myself for the obvious trouble

“It’s time,” The deep voice pulled me out of my subconscious. I opened my eyes and cringed them at the impact of the torchlight positioned directly in my line of vision. Judging from how dark it was, I guess it’s midnight already. I’d taken a long shower after my meal before falling asleep.“It’s time for your punishment,” Mr. Scary repeated again, annoyance in his voice “Prince Draven is waiting,” My punishment. My heart missed a beat. I sat upright with so much speed that I felt the blood rush to my head. Of course they had to make sure I ate and rested well to be able to receive whatever punishment awaits me.I heard the rattle of chains, keys shoved into a padlock, as the brawny man started to open my cell but I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves, to still my quivering hands. Nothing worked. I was too scared to stay still. When he grabbed me roughly by my nape, pushing me out of the cell, I yelped, but didn’t say anything or try to beg. He cuffed my hands in front on

I was handed over to a middle-aged woman, the same woman who had brought me food in the cell, and everything started to happen so fast. I was bathed by two other women, an order from the Lycan Prince. It was unusual for me and I was shy at first, but these women didn’t see any big deal in it. In fact, they did it with so much dedication, like it was a natural thing for them to do. They were gentle with me, taking their time to wash my voluminous hair, after which they dried and straightened it. I was adorned with expensive fragrance, the type only befitting of a princess, and they were quiet while at it, only smiling at me as they worked.My hair is perhaps the only thing that draws attention to me. I have long, black and thick hair, just like my mom did. Most times, it was tied in an untidy bun and wrapped to form a big doughnut at the top of my head to prevent it from getting in the way while I did my chores at Silver Moon. Apart from my hair, I didn’t think any other thing about me

ESMERAYI can’t get over the fact that I’m in Prince Draven’s personal space. His sweet, powerful scent floated through the air, and I felt powerful for the first time in my life. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe to calm my overly excited wolf. My wolf, Ximena is a very quiet wolf. She didn’t speak a lot, and I wouldn’t blame her for her lack of interest after what our mate did to us.Mena is my other half, and she’d been excited to meet me just as I was excited to meet her the first time. When Zayden didn’t reject us immediately, she had hopes that he’ll come to love us one day. But days passed and Mena started to hate Zayden. He tortured us too much by making us watch while he fucked other women. All our hopes died, and in its place was hatred for Zayden Vaughn. She’d grown really quiet after that, and whenever I had my usual headaches that’s accompanied by that foreign voice, she’d go totally out of reach.I knew I needed to see a doctor. That wasn’t a privilege I had in Si

His voice held a threat that I understood all to well. It’ll take him a second or less to end my life if I didn’t do this task right. I may not have realized the enormity of what he asked me until now, and it was too late to back down, everyone already knew the first Prince found his mate, and some of them already met me. There was no running away from it, I had to do it. How could I explain to this man that I never did anything right? I swallowed the lump in my throat as I forced my eyes to stay glued to his as long as I could. He held my gaze in a hard glare, but there were no emotions there, just eyes as hard as a rock. Did the Lycan Prince have no emotions like I’d read? The only reaction he ever showed was anger, which was only evident in his aura, with a little trace in his voice, but never in his eyes. “Do you understand, Omega?” he quirked a brow. I nodded slowly, my eyes still holding his in fear that he’d snap my neck if I looked away. “Speak,” he whispered, his voice still