A Slave Mate For The Cursed Lycan Princes の小説・ストーリー

“Please… don’t hurt that little creature. They did nothing to you.” He shrugged, eyeing the pixie with wide eyes. “No, they haven’t, but they’re so annoying. They liked to swarm me when I was alone as a rogue, before I found some likeminded allies, and now they shrivel to me in fear and submission. Much like you have done with you mate, bed slave.” I flinched, hating that name so much that it hurt my heart to have him spit it out at me again. “I am not a bed slave. I am the Lycan’s fated mate.”

Comfort weakens a leader. Then….My steps slowed. She sat alone near the far wall. Scrubbing the marble floor. Her head down, chains around her wrists. Bruises on her skin. Seraphina. Most slaves begged, cried, and broke. But she didn’t. My eyes narrowed, interesting. Don’t, Bane warned. I ignored him. If the elders wanted a Luna so badly…Why not choose the one wolf that would make them choke on their own demands? A fallen Luna. A slave. A symbol of disgrace. No noble blood, no politics, no control. Just perfect.

The thighs of a damn Alpha of the Lycans because of a girl. No, a slave!

he ran a hand through his hair, “Please tell me.” Emilia ignored her sisters and perked up, “There’s a curse on every firstborn Lycan Prince. If an unbound Lycan Prince meets their true mate before marriage to their betrothed and does not accept the mate bond, they would lose their wolves…I don’t know why, maybe the pain is that intolerable.” She bit her lip adorably, “And it is also forbidden in the Ortiz kingdom for a crown prince to be rejected by his own mate else he wouldn’t be deemed fit for the throne.”

the fat girl asked, her shocked face reflecting mine. “The second prince cannot become the Lycan king even though he’s the most powerful Wolf in Mador,” the long-necked girl explained. “He’s a child of a surrogate and has a curse. So Lily had to marry Eric so she can be the Lycan queen.” “I wonder how the second prince is feeling right now,” the fat girl sighed. “He…” I thought I had the worst fate in the world, but I really pitied the second prince. I knew what it meant to be rejected and looked down upon, to be hated and deprived of entitled rights. I also knew it was a painful thing to be away from one’s fated mate.

Yseah doesn't even care of being marked by a murderer, but still a lingering feeling of gnawing wander her thought if she herself as his fated mate has part at the bastard's heart. "For goodness sake Ruvillous! When are you going to release your pride!" As anticipated, there can never be a normal meal without voices racing each other at the top. "You have finally found your mate yet you choose not to accept that fate! You can never be worthy to be called as the heir of Elodnia Pack and the Empire if your mateless for eternity! Are you even listening to me!" Wondering such nonsense love is indeed foolish. What am I to expect at this jerk? And he can even call himself a Prince.

Ana said. " That's tough!!!!,So he has been all alone,No friends ??? No family?? No Mate ??" I asked and Ana burst in laughter. " Mate ????? The Lycan King has been cursed by the moon goddess after executing someone innocent,He would die alone, With no mate" Ana explained. " No mate ???? You did mention that he had a Betrothed, Isn't she his mate ???" I asked and Ana had a little moment of laughter before she continued.

She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.

Silas stood up from his chair and returned quickly with a glass of water. I took them from his hands chugged them down my throat, and gave him back the empty glass. “Do you still want to marry her after what they did to you? You are a Lycan Dorian. A Lycan.” His voice shook. I started to button my shirt with a sly smile on my lips. “So do as I say, it’s an order.” I let out a low growl. “Yes, Alpha Dorian.” He bared his neck in submission and swallowed up the words he wanted to say. I could see the look on his face, how worried he looked.

I asked shakily, looking around the room. "Aren't you one stupid bold slave! Another thing about being a slave is, you never ask questions, especially to your Master!! Just do what you are told and keep shut," He barked, and I swallowed nervously. " Follow me.." he said coldly. I followed him to his inner room, and paused when I heard a voice, it sounded like a female's voice. "Lycan, I'm waiting." A woman walked in, with no clothes on, with her boobs pointing as she cat walked to where he was, I could already see bite marks on her boobs.