Her Secret Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

They were a force to be reckoned with, and anyone who crossed them would do so at their peril. I heard some maids discussing on the side in a low voice. I strained my ears and listened. "Who's that glorious man?" "Don't you know him? He is the eldest son of the Lycan King, Lucian, the secret Prince of all werewolves. He's a man of low profile. That's why a lot of people don't recognize him." "Wow, I guess now he's no longer a secret." "My Moon Goddess! Our King has kept him secret for a reason. Look at those arms. Look at those eyes. My knees buckled even by looking at him."

She shot up and ran out of the room crying, having no choice but follow my command. It's for her own good. I can't have here hanging around in my room after I just found out my control over my lycan has dwindled. That never happened before, and I have no idea why. My name is Alaric Romanov Dmitri Graymore. I'm a Lycan, and I need a son to finally claim my throne. This is what my father wanted before he could pass down the title to me, as the Lycan King. I'd searched high and low for my mate, and when I found her, somehow I had this weird, nagging feeling telling me that this isn't right. I ignored it, and took her against her parents' will.

Saying that I cut the call and waited to reach the office as soon as possible. I knew about the girl but we had never met before. She was the Lycan King’s only daughter. The Lycan Princess. Her Dad was my father's best friend. Dad had already told me about her. And what had happened to her? When he told me that she was betrayed two times in love I felt bad for her. At first, her mate betrayed her so she rejected him and married Alpha Sebastian but he left her for his first mate who came back five years later with his son.

The guard has walked out. Tension still grips every pore in my skin, I stand rigid between the wall and Micah’s hard chest- anxious that any moment now, the guard will come back and see what he missed the first time. “Relax,” Micah says, his deep voice slurring and oddly seductive. “I brought you to a secret compartment in this room and locked it behind us. Nobody can discover us. It’s just you and I here. I’ve masked both of our scents too- perks of being a Lycan Prince. You get fancy powers that help fool the enemy when they try to attack you.”

“You’re pale.” “I feel like I’ll pass out.” “But you won’t,” she said, slapping my shoulder tenderly. “You have my blood coursing through your veins. You’re tougher than you look. You’ve proven that already.” I shook my head. “I don’t understand,” I said. The seriousness of what she just confessed to me was slowly sinking in. A lot more questions came with the knowledge that I was the missing Lycan princess. “If I’m the princess, then who is—”

So I had no choice but to accept to be his mistress just to be with him. But, your case is different! You both knew about your bond, and you chose to keep silent about it. Now the prince wants you and there is nothing you can do about it. I think the moon goddess knows that you deserve better, and that is why she sent the prince to you. Now it is left to you to find a way to convince him to keep your secret. The lycans value the bond more than we do, trust me, he will treat you better than that idiot, Brian. And he will keep your secret and protect you.” She assured me. Her words made sense, and I think it beginning to feel better already. But that feeling disappeared when I heard his voice

Without warning, I was overwhelmed with wild grief and tears streamed down my face and choked my voice, not from anything she's said, but from the burden of hiding myself for over three years and living like a damn fugitive in the human world. Bianca was visibly concerned and stepped closer. "Is there something wrong? Did I say something to upset you?" Through my tears, I managed to shake my head. "No, it's not you. It's just... it's me. I, I need to-” She stood there, lost for words as I struggled to blurt out the truth. My confession tumbled out in a rush and while I went I told her my story of how I was Lycan and how I ran to the human world because my father was about to sell me off to t

He steadied his voice and explained to Kral, "I didn't mean to hide her from you, Your Highness. Bernice is my daughter. She's my daughter, too. But she is flawed, not quite like us. Of course, if you want to change your mind, we can talk about it." "No discussion," Kral replied deadpan. "I have found the one I want. Our deal is done." Kral bent and held me with his arms, and I covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream. What's this about? What kind of deal? Behind him, all the Lycans stood up and followed their prince out of the hall. In the moonlight, their black clothes were like the capes of the demons in fairy tales.

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

“You step like punctuation that wants to interrupt proceedings. Don’t. The circle won’t enjoy drama.” Ivy smiled thinly. “I didn’t climb this far to enjoy proceedings either.” Jayden stepped half forward. Subject position by instinct. Rowan’s silver-sharp gaze flicked to him. “Prince of Lycans,” Rowan murmured. “Death brushed you once. Return rewrote nothing but awareness. Don’t block the hearing floor unless you want to testify.” “I’d testify it wasn’t a mirror invitation,” Jayden replied, voice low gravel. “It was a retrieval by blood, not signature copy.”