All Chapters of The Lycan Prince’s Puppy: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

VioletFergus looked around slowly, his expression as stony as ever. His eyes swept over the palace grounds, taking in every little detail. That was just what he did, always preparing for some imaginary attack, like someone was out to get him.Only this time, I couldn’t say for sure it was imaginary.He shook his head with a look of disgust, loudly sucking his teeth. Sonya didn’t react much. She always went along with whatever Fergus had planned for her. That was…her.It was strange seeing faces I hadn’t seen in a while. Family, a good number of Bloodroses, elders. Just like Sonya, they all followed whatever vibe Uncle Fergus was giving off. That was the power he had over them.Fergus stood with his arms folded across his chest, looking like an idiot, so everyone else just did the same, mirroring his stance perfectly. It was like they had all been coached to act like they didn’t give a damn.They stood united.Despite growing up around them, it was hard not to compare how different th

Violet“Violet!”I sat up straight. My heart beat out of my chest, and my eyes flew open so wide I thought they might fall out of my face. “What?”I was so exhausted…too exhausted.Where am I?Who am I?My hands searched the empty sheets next to me as I sat there, confused. My eyes traveled through the room. The bed was huge, way too big for one person. And the floor looked so polished it seemed like no one had walked on them at all.Then it hit me.I was in Lyperia, in the palace, in Kylan’s bed.Suddenly, everything from yesterday came rushing back at once. Kayden, the king, Uncle Fergus, Kylan’s hand in mine only to let go of me the very next second, and I hadn’t seen him since.The knocks came again. I blinked up at the big clock above the double doors. It was five in the morning. The exact time Madam Renata had warned me about yesterday.‘You’ll be up by five, breakfast by six, and if you’re late, you’ll go hungry.’Breakfast didn’t sound too bad because at least that way I would

VioletI needed to know. Was he like them too?I couldn’t forget that smirk of his, and I had yet to figure out whether it was a good smirk or a bad smirk. If anyone knew about Kayden, it had to be his siblings.My gaze flicked around until it landed on Cecilia. I knew all too well that the topic of Kayden was even more sensitive than that of the mistresses because it was one Kylan avoided as well. I noticed the uncomfortable shift in her eyes.It was silent for a moment too long, until Kiora let out a long sigh. “Kayden?” She tapped her finger against the table. “He’s a weirdo. A total airhead. Lives in his own world, and so irrelevant we don’t even have an opinion on him.”I had expected Cecilia to call out her daughter’s name, but there was nothing…“Why so?” Trinity wondered. “He seemed so nice when he came to visit Starlight.”And those were my thoughts too. Kind, quiet, almost too soft for anything malicious or violent.Kiora scrunched her nose. “Trust me. He’s weird. He looks a

VioletI stood motionless.Kayden turned halfway in his chair, his eyes steady on mine. It was almost like looking at Kylan. They had the same eyes, the same jawline, the same dark hair that fell to their neck, half pulled up into a bun.One of the few differences was their gazes. Kylan usually wore a stone-cold expression, while Kayden had a slight look of mischief in his eyes. Also, he was bound to a wheelchair.His skin looked paler than Kylan’s, but now that I could see him clearly, he actually looked healthier than he did when I had seen him at Starlight.His eyes bore into mine, waiting for an answer. But his smile was weak and calm, like he already knew I didn’t have one.I suddenly felt like a little kid caught sneaking into a room she wasn’t allowed in. I had no idea I wasn’t, but his question made me believe I wasn’t too far off.“The East Wing?” I asked, trying to play dumb.He let out a low chuckle. “Yes. The first mistress’ wing. The East Wing.”A chill ran down my spine.

VioletA crowd of people stood around me, pulling at a dress I hadn’t even seen yet. It wasn’t one of the dresses from the racks, but one Madam Renata had had made and pulled out at the last minute. They were still making adjustments, and no one had let me look at it. Everyone was talking at the same time, their voices mixing together until I couldn’t understand anyone.They weren’t just pulling the dress. They were pulling my hair, my arms, my back—every part of me.We had been doing this for hours. No food, no water, no rest. Just standing, turning, posing, again and again. My feet hurt, my back was sore, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.“I need some space,” I said, but no one seemed to hear me.“She needs some space!”It was Trinity who finally spoke up for me. “Let her breathe!”Madam Renata clapped her hands, sharp and loud. In just a second, everyone stepped back at the same time. As they moved away, I noticed the maids staring, their mouths open, eyes wide.I lo