Todos os capítulos de Mated To My Lycan Prince: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

(Alen's memories)"Father, where did Kral's parents go?"I asked, leaning against my father's chest as we made our way home from the palace."Don't call him Kral; he is His Royal Highness, the Prince," Father said, giving my ears a gentle pinch, his expression serious.I made a face playfully. I was just a child, still holding onto my mischievous nature."Okay, then. Where did His Royal Highness's parents go? He hasn't seen them for a whole week. During today's lesson with the elders, he couldn't hold back his tears."In my heart, I called him Kral. He was taller and stronger than me, but he never bullied me.When my father sent me to study at the palace alongside Kral, I felt nervous. The palace was grand, filled with intricate stone sculptures. As I cautiously entered the study, I remembered my father's advice: "Don't oppose the Prince."I expected the Prince to be proud and aloof, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw a young boy with golden eyes fixed upon me. He patted my shoul

Delia's POVWhen Alen brought that man before me, I could hardly recognize him as my once proud father.Oh no, I no longer wish to call him father; he is now simply Mr. Orban.Unlike our encounter in the temple, this time I could scrutinize his appearance more directly.He looked completely aged. His partially white hair lay limp against his scalp. His once upright posture had slouched. There was no longer a longing for power in his eyes, only a sense of elderliness that hardly resembled an alpha."Your Royal Highness... and Delia, greetings to you both."I was adorned in a specially tailored royal attire, seated on a gilded high-backed chair, while my father—Mr. Orban—stood before me with eyes cast down, visibly restless.Who would have thought we would meet under such circumstances? During the pack, I was the overlooked, ridiculed girl, wearing a face of fear, while he was the towering alpha. Now, I have finally captured his attention, but I realize that I no longer care much about

In Kral's study, a luxurious desk sits between two individuals. One person is dressed in black clothing, while the other is dressed in a red outfit. They stood facing each other.With a furrowed brow, I tightly gripped my clothes, wondering why they were in the room. Kral's study is tucked away in a secluded corner of the palace, a location so discreet that even the palace guards are not allowed to appear there. Furthermore, Susanna had once informed me that Kral despises any interruption to his contemplation. Therefore, without an invitation, no one is permitted to enter his study. Why would Catherine be present here?An uneasy feeling surges through my heart.Instinctively, I take cover behind a vase. The study door is not completely closed, allowing a glimpse of the light inside, which is sufficient for me to see everything within.Catherine is dressed in a deep red gown with slender straps. The clothes showed her perfect figure. Her long hair is casually tied up, and her eyes shim

Vivian's POV"Delia!"I called out Delia's name with excitement and pushed open the door to her bedroom.But as soon as my foot crossed the threshold, my smile froze on my face. Oh, how unfortunate I am! I sighed in my mind. Instead of finding Delia, I found myself surrounded by people I disliked."I don't believe it's appropriate to directly address the future queen by her name, Vivian," Susanna's voice sounded calm but laced with a warning."Yes... ma'am."Though her tone was gentle as she spoke my name, it carried an insincere politeness to my ears. As a witch, I abhorred hypocrisy!I shouted in my mind. Despite my discontent, I couldn't help but feel a pang of submission whenever Susanna glared at me.It was as if I were being pricked by needles, forcing me to obediently comply. I suppose it stems from a sense of insecurity. After all, this isn't my home. It belongs to the werewolves.I had assumed Delia's room would be empty, but I forgot that her engagement ceremony with Kral wa

Alen's POVToday, Prince Kral seemed somewhat nervous, although he didn't seem aware of how out of character he was behaving. In the three days leading up to the engagement ceremony, I had been busy with preparations and hardly had a good night's sleep. Yet whenever I went to discuss the details with Kral, he maintained an unusual level of energy. It was as if he hardly needed sleep.Now, in Kral's reception room, Susanna, Bud, and I, along with some staff members, were reporting our progress."Your Highness, the preparations for the engagement ceremony are complete. I double-checked and finalized the guest list. All the nobles have received their invitations," Susanna handed over the list to Prince Kral. He took it with one hand, opened it, but remained silent."The security arrangements have been taken care of. The wolf warriors will protect the safety of the ceremony with our lives," Bud and I exchanged a glance before he stepped forward and bowed."The food and desserts for the ba