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She better hope she did, if anyone else has touched her she will be punished till there is no return. ……;…..,,,,,, Okay so my Lycan prince is completed. If you want the story of Avery Cole just hit me up on F******k @bjpassions. Thanks for reading I hope you all enjoyed the story….until next time my readers With love. Bj♥️

The Alpha plastered a smile I have never seen before across his face. Without being told, I bowed my bead down and I expected the rude man to do the same but instead, they bowed to him. “My prince, we are really sorry for the inconvenience. Rooms are being prepared for you and your companions” My prince? The rude man is the dragon prince. And just then, this evil prince, after making me confess to telling him my pack’s secrets, looked at me in the face and smirked. I knew that if he spilled all my ranting, my past will be the least of my troubles. I was in deep sh!t!

I jumped and was quick to dart to the bathroom in order to smell nice. Not for him but to maintain the dignity of being a girl? However, my mood lightened when I heard Jonathan laugh with Caitlyn. “Th-thank you, Prince…” Caitlyn’s tearful voice rendered me speechless. “Nevermind. It was my fault to start with.” He answered and I wondered was it really his fault? Everyone is aware of the wrath of King Alexander. In fact I thought Sebastian was a potential King. But shouldn’t a King fight against injustice? Or he is merely scared to lose his chance of being one by going against the King, himself?

Crista was used to Cristine's sarcasm, but she didn't care for it this time. Since their childhood, she had been like Cinderella, while Cristine was the arrogant princess. "Where I am is none of your business. I'm just calling because I need money." Cristine had always spent money lavishly, going to bars and night clubs and fooling around with different men every night. She used to be quite wealthy, but she's gone through all her cash by now, so she decided to ask her sister for money. Crista sighed and

“We are swift to offense, and I wouldn’t want to have Gemma need to cry at your funeral.” Silas leapt from the couch. “Don’t be too sure I’d be on the losing end of that, Prince. All of you full bloods underestimate us. We‘re the best of both you and humanity.” He flipped his hand in a vulgar gesture. “And you’d best remember that. You’re on my turf.”

A long dark cloak rested over a polished armor scarred by several battles. His black straight hair reached the base of his neck, and there was a faint scar on his left jaw signifying that he has fought countless battles. His silver-gray icy eyes made the whole room fall into a thick silence. Without saying a word, he walked towards the royal platform and each step he took echoed like the heavy stomping of the guards. The nobles stood up and bowed to him except for one frightened noble who said, “wow, he really came”. Without asking anyone, I knew that he was Alpha Magnus Thorne. The most feared ruler of Blackthorne fortress, the king’s younger brother, and the man whom everyone refers to as

“You very knew that betraying our creed will bring nothing, but death to any assassins. Yet, as this Kingdom’s crown prince and the very holder of the God Aries mark and ability, giving you this torture is the softest one we can give unto you. Now take the price of your sin of lust and the very consequence of your heart, Clayden.” Forcing the law that he grows up and lives his entire life as it is the very backbone of his very life and the identity that he has now. It only ranges him and worst as he realizes how stupid it all was, how naïve he could be and just how evil their very kingdom is made from. To the words the mercy they all slaps to his face as nothing is more worthy of this tortur

"You have the reputation of being a man who doesn’t trust people easily, be close off with the general public, which could mean you're cruel." She leaned further, taking in the features of his face, the pores of his skin too visible and radiant under the light. "But, you're not cruel," Celina said with complete confidence. "Your smile and your eyes are far too kind for that." The Prince choked on the air, “Yeah?” Celina nodded her head, leaning back. Silence blanketed the room, making her skin prickle as she pinched her eyes shut. The sound of their ragged breaths echoed in the room until the Prince spoke.

If you're still mad, I can carve that mark off and stitch it onto his face. The crowd gasped at the cruelty of it all, yet there were some who could not help but sigh. "It's like flipping between heaven and hell. If only he'd used his smarts for something legit." "Check out this guy, barely in his twenties and already... Man, oh man." Mom–Fiona Emerson–went stone-cold as she reached out to brush the tangled hair from my face. Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance."

The Crown Prince frowns, reaching for his glass. As he does, the servant behind him – a tall man, too well-built for a server – draws a stiletto blade from his sleeve. I gasp, skittering back a little even as one of my hands reaches out for the prince. But there’s nothing I can do as the servant draws the blade raw across the Crown Prince’s throat. The Prince’s eyes go wide as blood spills down his front, his hand falling away from the cup, as he gasps and slumps forward.