Chosen By The Lycan Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"They are cruel. You know this. And you want to go with their Alpha, the cruelest of them all? Don't be stupid. Come on, let's go home, pet." My reputation did precede me. And for the first time, I did not like it. He extended his hand to grab her but I caught it before it could touch her. I looked at her. "What is your choice, Avalyn?" Yes, they may have had a history that would work in his favor. It could influence her decision. It was natural to choose the familiar. But it had to be her choice. Her breath hitched before she looked up at him and then me. "You. I choose you."

Everyone had suddenly become quiet as they listened to the Lycan prince speak , Syvia seeing how close he was to Amelia and how he held her hands ,she watched with jealousy. She felt a pang of pain in her heart as ,she sank into his words .She was filled with an Unending jealousy towards Amelia,but she had manage to wear a simple but cunning smile on her face as she admire Prince Ethan .His voiced ring in her ears ,just like it did to others . "We must fight to protect our kind ,and not to destroy them.The only people we are against are Rogue."he stares at them ,with Amelia by his side . "Therefore,as the prince of the pack .I declare that you remain mute and never comment on any case until

“Jenny get her in the car she doesn’t know he’s here to get her,” Jenny grabs my arm and pulls me toward the car and I jerk my arm free. “Jenny, I'm sorry. But I can’t go with you,” Jenny frowns and her lips part as the driver steps out and walks to the rear door. “Lily, the Lycan Prince is here. He’s come to take you..” “Home,” I cut her off and her frown deepens. “Home? Did you just say home, As in his home?” She asked and I nodded.

Born as a free human but she was 8 when the war broke out, she lost her family to the hands of the monsters and since then she has become a slave to these predators. As she turned 18, it was time for her destiny to prevail, just like all the other boys and girls before her. Either she'd be sold in an auction as a pet to the highest bidder and only complete psychos attend such auctions or she would be sent to the breeding camp which was a living nightmare. But never in billions of years, she thought the Lycan King will buy her for his sons who hate humans to their cores. Little did she know, the King had bought her as the most important test for both the Princes because whoever kills her firs

They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them. “You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.” “Why?” “He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.” Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

His hand rested comfortably on my hip and my fingers traced the soft flesh below his collarbone. “I doubt it. You are not angry?” he questioned pulling back slightly so that I could look into his eyes and give him a sweet smile. “Not really. I mean, her son is said to be one of the most powerful Lycan kings. An attack on his beloved mother that he is unaware of will leave him in distress, he won’t be able to concentrate on ruling the clan with the loss of his beloved mother” I pointed out, tracing circles on his chest as he spoke “And we need to capitalize on that. What of the ally we have?”

I said against her lips, deftly replacing my finger with my cock. “Dane!” she cried. “But I want another taste of you first,” I said and latched my mouth to her left nipple. She arched her back and cried my name. “Saraya—” “Yes!” she moaned in pleasure. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am the first generation of my kind. A full-blooded Lycan prince, offspring of Zeus and Selene–” Holding her hips, I dug my stiff cock deeper into her; she clung to me, clawing my back and drawing blood. I revelled in the ecstasy that surged through me.

She did not answer, but Mauricio needn't have to hear the girl say yes to confirm that the two in front of him were a couple, so he continued. "Do you even know who this man is? Do you know what story lies behind his identity?" Mauricio asked with despotic sarcasm and exceeding mordacity. And his audacity was boosted when Mauricio saw how Ethan paled at his words. It clearly conveyed a message to Mauricio that the girl was not totally aware of whatever happened in the past, so she was willing to be mated with the Last Lycan Prince; the cursed son of the chosen family by the Moon Goddess herself to be the Royal Rulers of her creations, the werewolves, the Lycans and even to the hybrids.

His impassive expression intensified my worry. I stood up in front while he wore his eyeglasses and started asking me questions.”Now, Lady Carrie. Can you tell me how Silverfang was founded?” I swallowed my saliva before starting to narrate the pack’s history. “In the year 1108, Prince Aldo de Gilgamesh, the heir to the Lycan throne, discovered his mate, Lyanna Caramelo. He saw her by the river, filling a jar with water. At that very moment, he knew she was the mate bestowed upon him by the moon goddess. That night, the Lycan prince marked her as his own and made a promise to return to Lycaon to marry her.”