Chosen By The Lycan Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I have no reason to lie to you about this. Do you really think that I would ever have approached you if I thought that your husband loved you and this whole arrangement was truly as temporary as you think it is?" He tilts his head to the side when I don't answer. Shivers are racing up and down my spine, and they're definitely not the good ones. But no. Carter couldn’t truly be this monster this man is describing. He wouldn’t be capable of doing something so terrible to me. Even if this were true… Why not just let me go? Why would he have to kill me? "No," I finally say. "I don't believe you." The prince stares at me intently for a few beats, then drags his tongue along the edge of his teeth

Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence. As she grew, the unnamed princess became a beacon of innocence and purity, a living contradiction to the shadows that threatened to engulf her. Her laughter echoed through the stone corridors of the lycan palace, a melody that resonated with the hearts of those who beheld her. The lycan subjects, captivated by her untamed radiance, couldn't help but be drawn to the enigma she represented.

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.”

Wanda brings in an crying Vale. “Oh my sweet girl,” I take her and get her to latch. “She has been away so long, I was afraid she wouldn’t want me anymore.” “A pup will always choose their mother,” Wanda smiles at me. “Speaking of the Lycans arrived and asked to take custody of Prince Luke. It was Rachel and Eric I didn’t think to object.” “No thank you. Luke is the heir after all,” I look down at Vale. “Am I selfish to not want another boy to be Alpha of Black Hills?”

I said. He frowned. “That is because you always act like you do not care when you clearly should,” he replied. I tilted my head slightly. “So what is it this time?” I asked. He hesitated for a brief moment, as though considering whether to speak, before finally giving in. “There is a contest going on to choose the Lycan heir,” he said. I remained silent. “And according to what I have heard,” he continued, “the princess lost the first round.” I let out a quiet breath, shaking my head slightly.

Private time with Orion will have to wait then. The crowd parts, creating a path for us to walk through. In the crowd, I spy my best friends, Aria Moonclaw and Trinity Silverfang. They are grinning and winking at me. I smile back, making faces at them, but my expression turns sour the moment my gaze falls upon the biggest bastard that exists. Rune Wilder, Lycan Prince and sole heir to the Lycan throne.

The lousy prince was cowering in the corner, waiting for someone to come to his aid. My attention shifted to him. The sweet little thing was struggling to get up and it was evident that she wouldn’t be able to, so it was better to get things over with. I took another step forth, and the prince stumbled back, his eyes shooting to the hole above. He was wondering if he should fight a Lycan alone or if he should wait for help. I followed his vision, finding myself getting excited to spill blood. The more, the better sleep I would get at night. The blood of these assholes was just too sweet to spill.

He stood in front of the Alpha and Luna, looking nothing short of majestic. "Prince Kyrell is as handsome as sin." Someone whispered behind me. Prince Kyrell? The infamous Lycan Prince? I inched closer. Vesper, who I hadn't noticed earlier, started walking towards him. Her nine-hour preparations paid off, and as much as I hate to admit it, she looked stunning. Her burgundy-red gown and red lipstick gave her a bold appearance. The floor was cleared again. Vesper and the Lycan Prince stood facing each other. A sudden rush of unease surged through me. Every single cell in my body screamed at me. Screamed for something I felt was wrong but couldn't tell what it was.