Her Secret Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

“It’s not that we don’t...” “Then what is it?” she prompted. “If Lucian and I were to pick up where we basically left off, it would still have to be kept in secret.” Her dubious look made me continue. “Lucian isn’t some average person—he’s the goddamn Lycan King. The region hangs on his every word. There’s already been enough public speculation due to the fact that he’s remained unmarried all this time. If word were to get out about us, it would cause an unimaginable scandal.”

Just to feel whole for the first time in weeks. But then it happened. Before I could take a single step, someone stepped up beside her. Dressed in silver and black ceremonial armor that glinted beneath the moonlight. It was the Lycan Prince. I froze where I stood, my heart slamming to a halt. He moved with familiarity, slipping his arm around her waist like it belonged there. And she didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Right there, on the cheek, in front of everyone.

Then reality returned and slapped me in the face. This was Prince Caleb. Future king of the Lycans. A walking emotional disaster wrapped in expensive black clothing, and I was… whatever the hell I was becoming. The room suddenly felt too small. Outside, Princess Lena exhaled sharply. “If you do not open this door, I will come in myself.” I panicked instantly. “Can she do that?” “Yes.” “What?!” Caleb finally looked mildly annoyed. “Unfortunately.” I turned in frantic circles trying to think. There were no good hiding places. Massive room. Beautiful furniture. Completely useless for survival.

Her eyes swept over to them as they immediately pretended they didn't eavesdrop on their conversation. "You shall be waiting a long time, lycan prince!" she shouted after him. "I shall never tell you my secrets!" He didn't even turn around. He just kept walking like she hadn't said anything in return to his claim. She scowled at him as he went to talk to Amos. Her eyes met the curious eyes of the other lycans who were bold enough to look upon her and wear knowing looks upon their faces. She huffed, glancing down upon her ring that held all the secrets he couldn't remember. There was no possibility that he would ever discover the truth to those secrets.

Octava sighed as Elma continued, “After Octava escaped your pack, she was already pregnant. And by the time she reached her kingdom, she gave birth. And that is how this Lycan grand prince is here.” I looked at Octava to see that her eyes were full of fear. “I wanted to tell you,” Octava said softly, “but the timing was never right. You were angry, you were distant, and then the war, and there was Kaelan…” I then looked at Luka. He looked a bit like me. The shape of his jaw, the faint curve of his brow. Something inside me shifted. It was my wolf. Its cub was under attack. Elma then looked at us and smiled. “So, now that both of you have… had your secrets out,” she then pointed to me, “what

“My Prince. Your destiny remains incomplete. You must uncover the deepest secret before you discover who you truly are.” As she waved her glowing wand, strange silver symbols circled around Luka. His expression immediately changed. A low growl escaped his throat. He clutched his head, his breathing turning uneven. For the first time, the mighty Lycan Prince looked weak. A flicker of light cut through the carriage, and there she was — the tiny fairy, wings scattering silver dust like fallen stars. Her star wand pulsed, casting pale gold light across Prince Luka’s face. “You cannot keep ignoring destiny forever, Prince.”

My Lycan hummed in tandem, alive, aware, ready. My Lycan emerged massive and powerful, silver-black fur glowing beneath the moonlight, eyes blazing with ancient authority. Memories flooded back. The ambush. The betrayal. The seal forced onto me. My exile. The truth slammed into place. I wasn’t weak. I was never weak. I was a Lycan prince. And she rejected me. My wolf snarled, rage and heartbreak colliding violently within me. “She played us,” Zion growled. She chose power over us.

"You, on the other hand, who I have never seen at the pack games, or heard about. What exactly can you do? Better than your sister, at least?" My chest was hurting even more. Marcy was a better athlete and fighter. But we both had brains. And I could run a little, both forms. "I'm smart, and I can run. Are you seriously trying to get me to convince you to pick me over my sister?" My voice was calm. The angry kind of calm. My hands were balled into fists by my side. "Yes. I'm going to be the alpha someday, and I'll need a capable Luna to take care of the pack. Can you take care of yourself?"

Luke said with a deep thick voice and growled. Prince Roy Havert was the Lycan prince of the Blackpool Pack. The Blackpool Pack ruled over all other packs. Prince Roy was only coming for an important ceremony that has always taken place on every full moon. Roy seemed to be the cold type of guy because of his cool face but yet unpredictable and dangerous.

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”