Alle Kapitel von Mated To My Lycan Prince: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

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

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

The campfire was rekindled and I leaned against the tree in Kral's cape.One of the werewolves was knocked unconscious by Alen and placed in front of Kral with his hands tied behind his back. Kral changed his clothes again, and now he was sitting on a rock with a white handkerchief to wipe the blood-stained knife from his hand.It was the first time Alen had shown me his less gentlemanly side. With a wave of his hand, he slapped the unconscious werewolf hard. The werewolf jerked to life. Alen grips his hair indifferently and holds his face so Kral can see the werewolf directly."Who are you?"The long knife in Kral's hand was wiped clean, and the light of the knife reflected murderous intent in his eyes."I. . . I'm just trying to make a living... As you can see, I'm just a rogue. We were recruited by someone. He... he said he would give us a lot of gold if we could complete the mission."The man was trembling unceasingly. Although he did not have a knife wound on his body, his facial

I was moved to another room by the maid. My body was tied to a high-backed chair, and my face was covered with a black cloth. All I could see was the floor under the black cloth."Where is the woman I want?" His hoarse voice carried a trace of terror, as if he had been strangled by someone.My body tightened instantly. The sound reminded me of fear. It's impossible, it's impossible. I have left that place. I can't meet them again.My body began to tremble uncontrollably, my bound hands writhing unwittingly, the twine scraping bright red marks on my wrists.In my trembling, the speaker approached me step by step, and I could only see the shape of his shoes through the gaps in the black cloth."Here she is, look at her," said the Lord in a slightly obsequious voice.The black cloth covering my face was removed.Nick's face caught me by surprise!"AH, Delia, my dear cousin, are you happy to see me?" He seemed content with my shocked look. His eyes savoured every trace of fear in my face,

The phantom shadow of the Black Wolf passed away. The blade of my knife had touched Nick's neck, and if I had gone any further, blood would have gushed out as I had expected.But it's too late. The neck and heart are the werewolf's Achilles' heel. Every werewolf is extremely sensitive to both. This time, I lost the last good luck."You think I'm going to let you do it again, b.itch?" Nick suddenly raises his head and grabs my hand holding the dagger. He squeezed the bones in my wrists as if to crush them."Ah!" I had to cry out in sharp pain. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. “You didn't think that a good-for-nothing who couldn't shift into a wolf would hurt you, did you?”Despair turns all my pain into anger. The desire to destroy everything rose in my body, and though the bones in my wrists were crushed to the point of breaking, I held the hilt of the knife as if I were holding on to my last ounce of courage.I hate myself for being different. I hate my weakness. But if the outco