Todos os capítulos de From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

JULIAN'S POV Colorful strobing lights are flashing in tune with the upbeat modern music. The decor is classic and very rich in silk and velvet. Overhead, glittering chandeliers are hanging from the ceiling by steel chains and women in sparkling heels, tiny shimmering g-strings and nothing else are swinging and dancing on each one of them. Half-naked bodies of beautiful lycan patrons are swaying on the dance floor everywhere. This club is exclusively for lycans but once in a while, you'll spot a werewolf in the mix. I'm glad that here, I'm just another lycan. Nobody knows that I'm one of the heirs to the throne or of the royal family. Somewhere in here, our security detail from the royal bodyguard is watching me. They're so good at being discreet that even I can hardly spot them. I stare at the brooding man sitting in front of me. Commander Darius Rykov, one of my very few trusted friends. He just arrived this evening. His face is unreadable but I can tell that his mind is miles aw

"Caleb, you think they've cleared out by now?" Silence. Just more channel-surfing. I swear flipping through channels is basically his hobby, he never actually watches anything, just clicks through, occasionally pausing on something and then, right as I start getting invested, switching away again. Total menace. I'm honestly convinced he does it purely to torment me. "Caleb!" I yank his sleeve. "Do you think the Night Shade trackers gave up already?" Nothing. He does pause briefly on ESPN for the sports recap though. "Caleb. Calebbbb! Calebbbbb!!!" I start jabbing his arm with one finger repeatedly. "Goddess, you're exhausting," he mutters. Well, obviously. Why state the obvious? "Maybe if you just answered like a normal person, I wouldn't have to be this exhausting, would I?" He grunts, glaring harder at the screen, still switching channels. I'm losing patience fast, so I snatch the remote right out of his grip. "Simple question. Gone, yes or no?" I press. "Caleb, ju

I sink down against our front door, back pressed to the wood. Heartbeat gradually slowing toward something resembling normal...mostly. I keep knocking my skull backward against the door repeatedly. Eyes shut, replaying that intense stare that pinned me in place. Those eyes. My heart absolutely hammering. He looked utterly transfixed, and somehow I couldn't tear my own gaze away either. Frozen there by the lecture hall entrance, completely trapped. Forgot entirely how breathing or movement worked. Everything else simply dissolved. Just the two of us existing. No clue how long that lasted before someone crashed into me from behind, snapping the spell. That predatory hunger etched across his gorgeous face triggered pure fight-or-flight instinct. Flight won easily. I spun around and bolted like something demonic was chasing me. I can vaguely recall the journey back here. Remember sprinting blindly, disappearing into a crowd of students funneling into some lecture hall. The crowd just

Still grinning, I cross the quad where clusters of students lounge scattered across the grass, reading or chatting in small groups. Everything's genuinely coming together finally. Independent, ordinary human girl, steady job, normal human friendships forming. Just need to nail down my studies now and eventually land a decent, thoroughly human boyfriend for the whole normal-family package. Two kids ideally. One of each. Then suddenly that same electric tension floods back into the atmosphere. Storm-brewing energy despite clear skies overhead. My pulse hammers, stomach drops instantly. Breathing turns shallow and quick. Somehow my body registers his presence before my brain even catches up. Scanning frantically, I finally locate the culprit behind my restless nights and complete mental obsession. There he stands, maybe fifteen yards off, watching intently. Casual posture, sure, but something predatory lurks beneath that relaxed exterior, coiled and ready. His stare practically scorche

"I'm not going to tell you my name and I'm not going to show you anything that's mine." "Well...that's too bad, Princess," he says. "I want to see everything that's yours and it's hard to get to know each other if you won't tell me your name. It's going to take a while for us start making out, huh?" What the hell? I stop in my track and turn to look at him. He has that annoying smile that says he knows something that I don't. So very annoying. "Listen here bud, we're not ever going to be making out," I tell him. "Okay. Tomorrow then?" he says with that sexy stupid cocky grin. Ughh!!! I start walking again but I have this urge to stomp my feet like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. "So....not tomorrow either? Is the next day okay?" I stop again and glare at him. Is he doing this just to annoy me? He bursts out laughing. I have to admit, the sound of his laughter almost makes me melt into a puddle at his feet. It's beautiful. Low and manly yet full of tempting naughtines