Destined Love With The Lycan Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I've read some parts of the book. I got to the part where she talked about love. How does it work?" "For the Lycans, love is destined. That is, you are born to be someone's person and they are born to be yours. This is called being mates," she smiles and continues softly. "When you find him, your heart will race and your mind will scream mine. The same will happen to him" "If… If I find him, will he do to me what all the others do? I mean... He'll also see me as a murderer and despised me, be disgusted with me and probably left me for…"

Elias froze, his chest tightening as though an iron band had snapped shut around his ribs. His father blinked. “Prince Kael Viren? The crowned Lycan prince of Pennsylvania?” Zane leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. His smile widened, cruel and triumphant. “The very same. You see, your dear Elias was… very close with him. More than friends, I’d say. In fact…” His eyes shifted deliberately to Elias, savoring the moment like a predator about to pounce. “…they were lovers.” The air shattered.

“When I first met him, there was something about him I didn’t like.” “What?” “I could never put my finger on it. But he does loves you.” She shoots a look of disgust at me “And he is willing to do anything for you.” I had learnt that much. In fact any of the Lycans were willing to risk their life for her. “Clearly not, else he wouldn’t be doing this!” She starts pacing again. “He’s doing it for you.” She stops momentarily to glare at me again. “We used to talk about everything.” She bares her teeth at me.

I quickly stood up and turned my back, ready to run, but Asher was quicker than me; his hand gripped my hair and pulled me forcefully backward, making my body jerk back. "Ah, where do you think you're going, slut? I'm not done with you yet!" he said with a sadistic look. "Asher, please, don't do this!" I pleaded, my lips trembling and my face completely red. "I, Asher Bennett, future alpha of the Blood Moon pack, reject you, Eleanor Parker, as my predestined mate!" He spat in my face, a mixture of contempt and disgust evident in his cruel eyes. Then, with a swift movement, he flung my body away, causing me to collide with the cold concrete wall, as if I were nothing more than an unwanted bur

My heart drums in my ears as I gaze upon her, her shiny black fur sparkling slightly under the moon while her piercing gemstone eyes twinkle. "You are beautiful," I hear Paris whisper as he takes small steps toward her. He reaches out and strokes her fur before leaning his head against hers as though he can hear her thoughts and feel her emotions. I suppose he can since it's his blood in her and they are mates. I look at him as he straightens up and see so much pride and love in his eyes before the sound of bones snapping fills my ears, and just as I finish blinking, a silver Lycan stands before 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.

he said, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with gratitude and determination. "No need for thanks, Prince," Thaddeus replied, a twinkle in his eye. "Just promise me you'll be careful." Antonio's expression grew solemn as he held the book close to his chest. "Before I leave, may I ask you one more question?" he asked. Thaddeus nodded. "Of course, Prince Antonio, ask away." Antonio took a deep breath before voicing the question that had been slowly creeping into his mind. "Is it possible," he began, his voice quavering slightly now, betraying his nervousness. "Is it possible for a Lycan to be fated to a werewolf?"

“Because the Lycan Prince is arriving today. And I’m handing you over to him.” He turned to leave but stopped just long enough to throw one final dagger: “You know what that means…” Then he was gone, leaving his venom to soak into my thoughts. The Lycan Prince? If Jackson was cruel and ruthless… the Lycan Prince was ten times worse. The stories I had heard about him were the kind that haunted you in your sleep. He murdered countless people, some say with no remorse. He sexually abused she-wolves, even elders. There were rumors that he had even killed his own sister.

began Cedrik, looking into her eyes with a vulnerability that disarmed him completely, "then I have been the greatest of fools. I treated you as a slave when you were my destiny. The nobility, my mother... they will want to destroy you even more now. But I swear by every star that shines above this castle that I will fight against heaven and hell so that you take the place that is yours." Freya felt a tear slide down her face. The revelation of destiny had transformed the battlefield. It was no longer about survival, but about a union that challenged centuries of prejudices and pains. The prince who had burned her village was now at her feet, recognizing her as queen. She realized that the u

The pane was cold under my palm, and somewhere past the treeline a dog was barking on a long chain. Every time I tried to empty my head, it filled right back up. Tyler's face at the gate. The way Vera had stepped between us, small and fierce and certain, her hand on my arm, warm and steady. The way she'd said my mate to his face and meant me. I pressed my forehead against the glass. Those words weren't for me. But they landed somewhere I didn't want to look at. Go to sleep. You're a lycan prince. This is beneath you. She has a fated mate. This is pointless.