Semua Bab Seven Years A Lie: The Lycan Princess Returns : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Evelyn’s POV I was never meant to be an orphan omega. I, Evelyn Voss, daughter of Lycan King Alaric Voss— was born to rule, not to be claimed by an Alpha. So how did I end up as Evelyn Reed Thorne, wife of Alexander Thorne, Luna of the Shadowfang pack? Well, it all started seven years ago, Alexander and I were dating, I’d hidden my true identity and lied to him that I was an orphan; because Lycans and other wolves don’t mix, and my father did not approve of our union, so I ran away, took my late mother’s last name as mine, and married Alexander against my father’s wish.So for seven long years, I buried that truth deep inside me, suppressing my strength with a moonstone necklace, my wolf, Veyra, my royal blood—all for him. All to stand by Alexander Thorne’s side as his quiet, unassuming wife. But today, that ends. He’s brought his mistress into our home, into our pack. Scarlett Hale, the spoiled daughter of the Crimson Ridge Alpha. And now, I’m done begging for scraps of his atte

Evelyn’s POV The ranking members scattered like startled birds the moment Alexander stepped fully into the room. One after another, they muttered hasty apologies—”Sorry, ma’am, Alpha, we didn’t mean…” —before fleeing down the hallway, tails practically between their legs. Alexander’s gaze remained fixed on me. I smirked. So now he notices me, after three whole days of pretending I was invisible. Three days of walking past me like I was furniture, of not coming home at all, of letting his scent mingle with hers while I lay alone in our bed. How typical. And the worst part was that the foolish part of me still wavered because of him. Despite everything—the betrayal, the humiliation, the cold nights—I could still feel that stubborn, foolish pull toward the man who had once looked at me as though I was his entire world. I turned away, heading toward the exit without a word. My heels clicked sharply on the marble floor, each step a deliberate attempt to put distance between us. He c

Evelyn’s POVVictoria’s voice cut through the stunned silence like a blade. “Get the healer—now!” she snapped at the servants hovering nearby. “Scarlett needs immediate attention.” Two pack members rushed forward. Scarlett clung to Alexander, her face pressed against his chest, whimpering softly. He held her tightly, one hand cradling the back of her head, murmuring reassurances into her hair. He didn’t look at me once. Victoria turned to me, eyes blazing. “Leave. Now.” I didn’t argue. I turned and walked out, legs moving on autopilot. Behind me, Alexander’s voice was low and tender, soothing Scarlett like she was the only person in the world. The front door closed behind me with a soft click. I drove home in a daze, the city lights blurring past. My mind kept replaying a single memory—the night we mated, beneath the same full moon where he had marked me. He’d taken my hands, drawn me close. His eyes had shone with something I’d mistaken for love. “Evelyn,” he’d said, voice t

Evelyn’s POVThe black SUV wound through the ancient silver pine forests that marked the border of the Lycan Kingdom, the Voss Empire. As we crossed the invisible line, the air itself seemed to change; everywhere screamed power, buzzing with the presence of true Lycans. My eldest brother, Cassian Voss, sat beside me in the back seat. He was the spitting image of our father: tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp silver eyes and dark hair tied back in a warrior’s knot. My father had sent him to pick me up. He hadn’t said much on the drive, just rested a reassuring hand on my shoulder when the tears threatened to spill again. The gates of the Royal Palace rose ahead. Guards in silver armor snapped to attention as we passed, their fists over their hearts in salute. The moment the car stopped, I was out the door. He was waiting for me on the grand marble steps. King Alaric Voss—my father, ruler of the Voss Empire, sovereign of the entire Lycan race. His silver-streaked black hair crowned

Evelyn’s POVIn six months, I had compressed what most heirs took a year—or longer—to master.I had trained day and night, including strategy sessions, patrols and grueling sparring matches that left my muscles aching. But it was worth the effort, because I had transformed. I was no longer the quiet omega who hid her strength; I now moved with the lethal grace of a Voss heir, my senses enhanced, my mind sharp as a blade. My training also included theoretical aspects, which made me understand better the web between the Lycan Kingdom and the werewolf packs. We didn’t “cooperate”—we managed. The Voss Empire controlled the entire continent. Werewolf Alphas like Alexander scrambled for alliances because our favor meant unchallenged power: unbreakable weapons, healing arts, and diplomatic shields against rivals. But Father refused to partner equally—any true union would tip the balance, letting one pack dominate and possibly ignite wars. That’s why we hardly partner with the other pac