Her Secret Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

Chapter 132 || KAI'S POV || The scent of bitter herbs wafted through the hallway as I leaned against the carved window frame of the southern tower, smoke rising over rooftops in the distance. A raven wailed outside. Ominous. My spy huddled at my rear, his breath held. I did not glance back at him. I had no need. "Repeat it," I snarled, my fingers tapping idly on the stone sill. He coughed. "Alexis… is mated to Elinda. The Lycan Princess."

I looked nothing like that weak girl from Silverlake. “We were never weak Alari, we've always been powerful, and now it's time to show it!” She said, my tears drying as I let her words ring loud in my head. “I'm not weak!” I growled at my reflection, my purple eyes glowing violently as anger replaced the fear. I was never weak, I was never a wolf-less runt, or a slave! I've always had my Lycan, I've always had my magic. I am the daughter of a Goddess blessed Lycan Alpha, a King and an Elven Princess! I was never weak!

Even when I tried to find a loophole with one of the Healers, especially with my own mentor Healer Anderson, Soren has found a way to smother the flame of my reluctance to stay. I sit in bed and stare at the television. A news report of my appearance as the Lycan princess is on display for all of Soren’s pack to see. The location and information about my condition and whereabouts are kept a secret, though, which I suppose I should be appreciative of but I can’t help but feel like it has set up a wild goose chase for those who wish to harm me.

The way the room itself seems to make sense around him. She swallows. Recognition hits like a punch to the chest. Theon. The Prince of NorthHill. The Lycan Prince. Her stomach tightens. Everyone knows about the Lycans of NorthHill. They’re more than wolves. Older. Stronger. Unforgiving. The only royal bloodline left untouched by treaty or alliance. They rule their territory without interference, without mercy. And she’s in NorthHill. His home. In his bed. Bandaged. Weak. Marked.

I bit out, and immediately regretted the harshness in my tone. The prince didn’t look at me, although I saw the stiffness in his shoulders. “It’s not like that,” he replied. “My father, the Lycan King, is turning sixty soon—which means that the succession battle will be held at his banquet. He will officially retire and my brothers and I are meant to battle for the crown.” “I hardly see what this has to do with me.” “Well maybe if you would let me finish,” Neil retorted, then cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “What I mean to say is that a Lycan prince cannot participate in the succession battle unless he has a female companion in attendance; a future queen.”

I didn't know everything about the wolf world but I've stayed long enough to know that there is a system of hierarchy that is way more strict than the human world. The only set of wolves higher than an alpha is the royal family, they have lived for ages and unlike normal wolves, they do not age. The royal family are the first set of wolves the moon goddess ever made, their history goes way beyond civilization. They rule the wolf world with power and they are referred to as lycans, the current lycan king is Jacobi thoryan. The pack females love to gossip about him and daydream about being his mate.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, the sting of jealousy already gnawing at me. Selena didn’t answer immediately. She was studying the apparition, her brows furrowed. "She's a lycan," she muttered. "Her name is Princess Alexei. From the Moonstone pack." My pulse quickened. A lycan? The realization hit me hard. Not only was she beautiful, but she was a lycan. My competition. A creature with powers beyond what a mere human could even dream of, and she was connected to Nikolai.

His voice is hard, unyielding, and I feel the weight of his skepticism pressing down on me. “No,” I insist, shaking my head fiercely. “I survived. I was taken and raised in a pack far from here.” I can feel the fire growing within me, the need to prove my truth. In a swift motion, I lift the hem of my tattered shirt, revealing the Lycan mark etched into my skin. “This is my mark, a testament to my lineage. I am Princess Aloria, born of the Lycan blood, just as you are.” The king’s eyes widen as they fall upon the mark, and for a fleeting instant, I see the walls of his skepticism begin to crack. “It is you…” he murmurs, almost to himself, disbelief slowly giving way to reluctant acceptance.

“Don’t stand in my way.” She smiled, a mask of tenderness layered over cruelty. “I only came to reason with you, son. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re tired, weak, fevered… and you’re about to throw away everything—your kingdom, your legacy, your people—because of a dick sucking boy.” Kael’s eyes flickered with rage. “Don’t call him ‘a boy.’ Elias is...mine.” Serena’s lips curled. “Yours? He’s a distraction. A fleeting indulgence you confuse for love because your body craves what is forbidden. You’re the crowned prince, Kael. The strongest Lycan in centuries. You don’t have the luxury of… whims.”

The Twin Kings: Caspian and Octavian Vance Prepare to Absorb the Blood Moon Territory. My hands started shaking. I picked up the magazine. The article detailed how the Royal Lycans were coming to collect an old blood debt from Alpha Blackwood. Nathan's father. The article called them the most ruthless executioners in the shifter world. It hit me then. Three weeks ago, in the alley behind the city bar. I had snuck off the territory to breathe, and I watched a man tear three armed rogues apart with his bare hands. I had thrown a glass bottle to distract the last rogue who was sneaking up behind him. He had spun around, grabbing me in the shadows. He breathed in my scent, his golden eyes lockin