Novel & Cerita Destined Love With The Lycan Prince

and he raped her. "Locate Shadow and Saleem, have them put all children under the age of 16 to sleep. Only if they are marked as slaves, if not, kill them" I firmly tell him. His face drops at my words, his eyes flashing in shock but I didn't say anything, I'd already stepped off the other side of the wall and let myself fall through the air before my feet collided with the healthy grass. Nico, the very first Lycan of the Bain bloodline is the first to land beside me with a small thud, despite his heavy weight in muscle. He looks at me as I do him, our eyes connecting. We have a mutual bond of respect.

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.

I heard a hoarse voice say and I looked up while that cool mint scent wafted through my nostrils. "You have no right to tell me to leave, who do you think you are?" I yelled not knowing how to react with all the pain overwhelming me. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Lycan Aldar Night-Shade." Time paused for that moment as I realized I had just raised my voice at the infamous get famous Lycan king. The young lad who had risen to the top even when older men were still Alphas. And there was every probability that he was my second chance mate.

Arric muttered. ‘She is ours,’ Steelclaw replied vehemently. Arric let out a sigh. His heart grew heavy. He was a Lycan not a werewolf and mating for his kind was a bit intense and unbreakable. Lycans love till death and if this she-wolf somehow holds him responsible for her people's death. His life was about to be filled with unending misery. He clenched both his jaw and fist in trepidation.

But hey, I don’t make the rules. I spend my day staring at the darkening and brightening of the sky. “Mindlessly, playing along with the role they want me to do okay.” You know, sometimes I think about it and I wonder what it really means to be the destined princess. Or is it the Lycan’s princess? “When I was much younger, I used to read about the myths in books.” It talks about how the mighty Lycan falls in love with his destined princess and they stay together forever.

She would see the Lycan again. Her head was in a state of euphoria as she lay in bed, imagining herself unravelling the mystery of her saving stranger. The smiles, and her much sought opportunity to say thank you to him. Until she asked herself the damning question. Then what? She was fresh from a heartbreak, and the pain of being left alone on her wedding day. What would happen if she and the Lycan fell in love? Would she not be exposing herself to the pain twice? Why did she even want to see him?

*He's healing us just by being near. My eyes fly open. I can't help it. I can't control it. The bond snaps into place with such violent force that my back arches off the stretcher, and the sound that tears from my throat isn't human. And there he is. Tall. Broad-shouldered, moving with that majestic grace Lycans have. Black hair slicked back, trimmed beard, and a jagged scar running along his jaw that somehow makes him more attractive instead of less. But it's his eyes that stop my heart.

The words came out flat and bitter. “Knows what?” she pressed. I looked at her, hating that I had to say it aloud. “He knows I’ve lost my Lycan.” Her breath caught. “What? How?” “He smelled it,” I said, jaw clenched. “He knew the second he saw me. There’s no hiding it.” For a moment, she just stared. Then she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around me. She rested her head against my chest, her touch soft but fierce.

It makes my anxiety grow but he assures me she is fine. My happiness turns into sadness when I remember I didn’t even get to say goodbye to her. I’m happy she is back with her parents. My heart squeezes at that thought. I want to see my parents but I know I probably never will. I may not have been taken to be a breeder but I know I will be forced to stay with the lycan prince, a stranger still. I didn’t want this life either, but I’m still grateful. I can’t wrap my head around the lycan prince stopping the Fated Banquet. It makes me happy and I think, maybe, just maybe he isn’t as bad as they make him out to be.

He took the empty stool beside me. For some reason, talking to him felt easy. Natural. We exchanged jokes. Traded sarcastic remarks. And for the first time all night, I found myself genuinely smiling. The stranger eventually lifted his glass. "Darius." I blinked. "Darius?" "Darius Draven." The name hit me immediately. My eyes widened. Everyone knew that name. The Lycan King. The most powerful Lycan alive. Darius seemed to notice my surprise. "That look never gets old."