All Chapters of Mated To My Lycan Prince: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Delia’s POVIt was a quiet and sad dream. When I woke up from my dream, tears came out of my eyes for some reason.The baby teeth Kral had handed me on my ankles glowed slightly. I touched it, remembering the last images of Kral's parents in my dream.If it wasn't for that long sigh that woke me up from my dream, I don't know how long I would have stayed there in silence like a wandering soul. I remembered that Karl had asked me to stand in front of his parents' tombstone for a little while longer. Did he know that I would see those sad memories in my dreams?Why? That his father, who seemed so powerful, could not protect his beloved wife from such a tragic death?Frowning, I sat up slowly from the boat. I thought my movements would make my wounds hurt, but the strange thing is that my body does not have any wounds. I examined myself carefully. My arms and calves were healthy, without any cuts or bruises. Even the bell on my wrist and the dagger tied to my calf had changed back.I put

Delia's POVI was satisfied to see the frightened, wide-open eyes under the mask of the man in black."My whistle!" The man in black hurried to his chest. But it was empty.I gave him a defiant smile."Stupid," I whispered, squinting.From the beginning, I never thought I could simply kill him with a dagger. The scarf was the bait, just to get him into the water. As I had observed, it would have been easier for him to get on the boat and catch me at such a close distance from the shore. But he drove the Bone Wolves forward. This strange action proves only one thing. He was afraid to go into the water, or there was some magic in the water.I figured it out the moment I lay on the lake bed. Since I couldn't kill him and my dagger was no match for the Bone Wolves, the only thing I could do was to bet that I could take his whistle and drive the Bone Wolves to my advantage.Ironically, he thought I was going to kill him with a dagger. It was just a way to relax him. My real goal was to tak

"Will you be cursed to enter here?" I asked, gripping his sleeve and frowning."Don't worry, Delia, it's just a myth," he said. His handsome face relaxed as he took my clenched hand."How can I not be worried?" I shouted at him, but I didn't care."Your Highness, please answer my question. It's very important to me."Kral can't believe I'm saying this, but I am. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the fact that I had dealt with the threat posed by Lancaster with my wits. Perhaps it was the conversation between Catherine and Kral that made me jealous. Perhaps it was the hug that emboldened me.In short, I held his hand. The powerful joints of his large hands were pressed by me, my hands conveying my body heat to him, and Kral was visibly stunned. His golden pupils under his black hair stared at me with some surprise, a look of surprise and a faint... happiness."You don't talk to me like that very often."Kral struck a funny tone, mixed with incredulity and a chuckle. My face was reflecte

"What did you say?" Kral's entire body seemed to bristle with hostility as he asked sharply, radiating a strong sense of enmity."Hey, don't look at me like that. I didn't mean to bring up that method. It's just that I... just thought of it," The spirit on the wall muttered."But you just mentioned that she needs to take a drop of blood from the heart?" Kral didn't look at me, but his tone strangely softened when he mentioned heart blood.A werewolf's heart was an extremely fragile and deadly place, and the blood there was particularly special, and it was excruciatingly painful to take it."I am not entirely sure of the effectiveness of this method, but if she cannot shift into a wolf, perhaps the Moon Goddess can only find and confirm her through the blood of her heart," the spirit said, showing us an evasive answer. She dared not meet Kral's dark gaze, and her voice gradually softened. "So, do you want to give it a try?""Let’s do it."I suppressed my fear and forced a smile at Kral

Vivian's POVIt had been a long and arduous night for me.After saying goodbye to Delia and Catherine, we all removed our masks. I tried to mimic Kral's emotionless demeanor as I scanned the faces of the others before following the group back to a place known as the Temple.It seemed to hold great significance among the royals and nobles, evident from the presence of numerous wolf warriors adorned in purple-patterned armor.Keeping my silence, I avoided making eye contact with the wolf warriors. However, my attention was drawn to a familiar magical aura that lingered in the air.How intriguing! I pondered absentmindedly. I should seize the opportunity to ask Alen for a set and examine it more closely.After undergoing rigorous scrutiny, our group finally arrived at the inner chambers of the Temple.The guards accompanying us pulled open the gilded door, and the glass chandeliers hanging from the lofty dome suddenly flickered to life, illuminating the entire room with a dazzling glow.