Chosen By The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

His claws hover just a hair’s breadth from tearing into his chest. “Stop!” I push, rage and fear colliding in me. He’s going to kill Ronald—no, I won’t let him. I do the most reasonable thing I can think of in that moment. “I, Zane, reject you as my lycan!” I shout, forcing the words out like a blade. Kingston freezes mid-slam. For a heartbeat everything goes quiet….too quiet. His body shudders, muscles bunching, golden eyes wavering. He snarls, but it’s different now, like a wounded animal unsure where to bite.

The commercial ended and the program came back on, so I focused on the screen and feigned interest just so my father doesn’t start to remind me how nonchalant I am about issues that concern us and how sure he is that I’ll finally be the one to run this pack to the ground. Standing next to his brother and other Lycan royals, the first Lycan Prince, Prince Draven, stood out tall in a black tux, holding a gorgeous lady in a red flowing dress. His mate. Ailana gasped, and I didn’t understand why until the camera moved closer and settled on their faces. I froze. “Esme,” Aila screamed with delight, jumping to her feet and the blanket rolling to the floor. “She looks- different,” My mum said in a w

True, I was no speedster in that department. “I chose you because you’ll give me the heir I want,” he said matter-of-factly, catching me off guard. “The hell,” I growled. His gaze remained unmoved. “You have no choice. Your Alpha and family have agreed to it.” “No! There are plenty of other she-wolves.” My anger flared. “Just you,” he said with chilling certainty. “Why?” I was on the verge of tears, but held them back. "Because my lycan chose you,"

“I was forced to based on the situation.” I stared at him. “You expect me to believe that?” “I expect you to remember,” he countered. “I expect you to stop pretending this crown fell into your hands because you were chosen.” “I was chosen,” I shot back. “By the council. By the Lycan Queen and the the laws of this kingdom.” “So you mean you were chosen by the woman who never wanted me here,” he said calmly. My blood burned in anger. “Even if this came to a contest, you’d lose. I’m the rightful son of the Lycan King and Queen.”

Damon said. “What? Are you sure about this, Damon? But I want to talk to him. I tried to tell him something.” “Leah, you don't need to. Uncle Hector didn't let him go out to pack. He needed fo to choose whether you or the throne. If he wanted the throne so badly, he needed to marry Anaya. That's the Lycan's condition.” Leah's heart was slowly stabbed with dozens of knives. She couldn't even appropriately breathe. Slowly, the tears she was trying to stop flowed down her cheeks. She closed her eyes when she remembered what Richelle had told her. She said that Amoux would be the Lycan King, which meant that Amoux accepted Anaya to become his Luna.

With his power, he managed to lead us Lycans to unprecedented growth. Now everything was changing because he had no heir. The Lycan King must choose the next candidate from among the alphas of the major packs, and Kingsley was the one he had the highest hopes for. When Novia and I arrived at the entrance to the Great Hall, Kingsley was already there. He greeted us with a smile, and I couldn't help but notice how dashing he looked in his outfit. As we got closer, Kingsley's gaze turned and swept over me, a dark, lustful look seeming to fill it.

she said, her words subtly laced with anger. At this point, rage was beginning to surge within me, but I chose to keep my cool. I watched her nonchalantly as she ranted on. "Your Majesty, we implore you to reconsider. It is not late yet. Keep her as your breeder if you really want her, then choose Princess Claudia as your mate. Her father is the strongest and wealthiest of all the Alphas whose daughters were chosen. It would help in strengthening the bond between lycans and werewolves," she paused and sighed, lowering her head.

I didn’t know that she had lovers in the werewolf clan, we, well,well, we are also here to protect her, so we are on the same boat. They kept watching her and kept discussing their clans, it was obvious that all the supernatural creatures were one. For a moment, everything seemed fine until the Lycan spoke, she is going to make a fine Luna. All the werewolves turned and looked at him, What do you mean by that, they asked. Lilian is our Lycan prince's chosen mate, so she will be our next Luna, he explained. What! One of the werewolves exclaimed, She is our alpha prince's chosen mate, another retorted. This led to a heated argument, which made the other group come to the other side.

I wasn’t sure. I lifted my chin. “You can’t force me to go,” I said firmly, challenging him. “I can,” he countered, his voice resolute. “I am the Lycan Prince. But I would prefer if you came of your own free will.” The Prince locked his eyes on mine. His face remained stoic as his eyes bore into me. I was torn. If I was the only one who could awaken the stone as the Prince said, then I must be very valuable to the Royal family. I yearned to know more. Why me? And what did it all mean? They’d searched everywhere for someone who could awaken the stone. They’d scoured every single pack. And now that they’d found me, it seemed they were unwilling to let me go.

“Thank you. I knew I could count on you.” “Always,” Blake said. But then her posture froze. Her eyes widened. She went still. “What’s wrong?” Lydia asked. And then she felt it too. The air shifted. The crowd parted. The third Lycan prince strode toward them—tall, broad-shouldered, with long dark hair that shimmered under the lights. His golden eyes locked onto Blake. He didn’t speak. Just walked straight up and pulled her into his arms. “Mate,” he growled.