บททั้งหมดของ The Disguised Omega Is The Cursed Lycan Prince’s Mate!: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Anton’s PovI was a sick bastard.His face was filled with panic the minute he heard I had brought the girls for him. Which man would see a couple of beautiful ladies and not pounce on them yet? Except….Fuck no. If he prefers the company of men, then I guess there is no help for him.There was no way on this fucking earth that I would bring a man to touch his skin, kiss those lips… fuck! Whatever this boy was dipped in, has got me locked in.“Lycan prince…” his voice trembled. His head was darting around in fear as he stared at the ladies before him.My eyes were fixed on his face, pleasure rushed through me when I noticed that he wasn’t staring at them with admiration in his eyes. Rather their presence seemed to irritate him.“I appreciate the thought…. Uh, but I think I would like to decline,” he whispered, his eyes barely glancing at me.I grounded myself, keeping back from storming to where he stood and lifting his head to meet my gaze. I needed to have his eyes on me at all time

Crescent’s PovHow does one protect darkness?I looked fucking ridiculous in the regalia Anton had ordered to be made for me. The heavy armour on the vest weighed heavily on my shoulder, almost knocking me off my feet.And I guess I wasn’t the only one who had the same thought, because the minute I walked into the room Anton sat with the tailor and a few maids, his face had darkened and a dark laugh broke out of his lips.My cheeks flushed red, I shuffled on my feet, my eyes on anything but him and the women that surrounded him.“I guess you have to rely on your swiftness then,” he muttered, sounding clearly amused.Great. I am the king’s clown.I shuffled back to the bathroom, locking the door shut behind me as I stripped out of the attire. My heart pounded hard against the bandage around my chest, fighting to give way for my breast to spill through.I groaned, leaning against the wall, rubbing the tender spot. If I don’t find relief soon, I might end up with no breasts in the end. M

Crescent’s PovFor a man who is hated, he sure knew how to throw a party.It is better to have their fear than their love if you can’t have both. The words rang through my head.The ballroom was filled with men whose powers could crumble a nation. But in the room with Anton, they looked small.Anton Storm walked through the room, his shoulders raised not from pride but from the confidence of a man who knew that life and death were in his hands.“What do you think? We take a jug of wine and find a great spot for ourselves,” the server beside me muttered, wiggling his eyebrow slyly.I clenched my jaw. What the hell was wrong with people? Didn’t they see the uninterested look on my face?“Buddy, you are better off alone than with me,” I muttered, trying to keep from attracting attention to myself.I didn’t miss the way Anton searched around the room, only pausing whenever his gaze met mine. He was looking for a way to punish me. I knew it, I could see the darkness in his eyes every time

Anton’s Pov“Where did you go?” a voice drawled, her hand playing with the buttons of my shirt.I ignored the words, my eyes glaring at the hand that was just a few seconds away from being broken. But when I look up to see the whiny smile on her face, I am reminded why I was doing this. I needed to play nice until her father signed over the preserve to me.“Just had to catch a few rats doing what they shouldn’t,” I replied, putting on my charm as I smiled at her.Her face brightened, my attention increasing her confidence as she moved closer to my body. “I missed you,” she whimpered, her lips brushing the crook of my neck.Goddess. How fucking desperate was she? Her father was just a few seats away from us and here was his daughter, practically trying to hump my thighs. “I am sure you did,” I muttered, picking up the wine that suddenly tasted sour in my mouth.Seeing Cory with that boy, I had almost lost it. And the minute he called me by my name. Fuck. That was the best thing I have

Anton’s PovThe smell of blood and charred bodies filled the air. It felt like a fucking feast, screams echoed through the night as I watched my men take their spoils of war.“Lycan prince, I found him,” a voice grunted behind me, dragging a young man towards my direction.I looked at the coward who called himself an alpha, he quivered before me, blood dripping down the side of his face. I cocked my brows, my gaze meeting Ryan’s with a silent question.He shrugged, “He talked too loudly,”“Please, I accept your terms,” the man groaned, his words slurred as he tried to look at me.I inched closer to where he stood, the scent of his fear masking the space between us. I closed my eyes, inhaling the intoxicating scent. This was the moment I loved most, the few seconds of doubt, fear and then death.“I am afraid the deal is done, Hunter,” I said in a cold voice, my gaze flickering towards the wasteland that has become of his pack. “I gave you a chance and what did you do?”He hung his head