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Was that all she had? So-called Lycan bloodline, yet couldn't withstand my aura? Angela lunged, grabbing my wrist. Her lily of the valley reeked of bluster. "Kelsey, you can't win against me! I'm the only daughter of Larson from Washington! Don't you know I'm a Lycan? How dare you disrespect me!" "Let go," I cut her off, cedar pheromones chilling like icicles piercing her glands. Angela screamed, jerking her hand back as if scalded. Her fingertips erupted in red bumps—lower wolf's stress response to higher-bloodline suppression.

“We don’t have to hide like this!” “No matter who’s out there, we can’t take that risk. Stay hidden here and don’t make a sound.” I start to pull away from her, venturing towards the exit. Princess Sylvia reaches out and grabs my hand. “I command you by my royal title as the Lycan Princess: don’t use yourself as bait! Don’t leave me here!”

“You’re going to feel the urge to shift, Mercy. It’s going to be strong, almost unbearable. But you have to resist it.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. “What?” What was he talking about? “Why would I need to resist it?” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Discipline. Control. These are crucial for a perfect werewolf. If you can learn to resist the urge to shift under the full moon, you’ll be able to control yourself in basically any situation. It’s a test, Mercy. Your first task.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “You want me to not shift? That’s going to be easy! I just have to stop the process. Sometimes I don’t even shift back at home.”

I provocatively pressed my face against his lips, while my nimble hands slipped into his pants, along the gap in the seam. Holy shit. It’s incredibly hot. "Are you going to punish me with this? My dear prince?" "No, dear, I need you to be more patient." Before I could understand Louis's intention, he suddenly flipped us over, switching our positions. Now, I was leaning against the armchair, while he held himself up with both hands on either side, staring fiercely at me. "Now you're allowed to move, my dear Claire. Lift your sexy legs and spread them." When facing a Lycan, you'll realize you hardly have the right to refuse. Besides, I didn't want to refuse.

One particularly daring little boy leaped onto his back, felling Isaac completely. I gasped, my hand flying over my mouth as I expected Isaac to throw a fit over his clothes getting dirty and torn. But to my surprise, he just let out a monstrous growl, thrashing on the ground and pretending to try to throw the kids off. The kids giggled, clinging to him. A few began to whack him with sticks. “Kill the monster! Kill it!” I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the crown prince of the Lycan kingdom crawling on all fours and growling as a pack of children chased him around a dusty courtyard.

Alessandra looked at her mate curiously when an idea popped into her mind. "What?"The prince asked with raised eyebrows. "I want to see Liam."She said, her voice soothing in Ace's ear. Liam fought for release when he heard his mate's words. "Calm down boy."The prince said and Liam groaned. The prince removed his clothes and before Alessandra could lust over his body, he transformed into a big Lycan. Alessandra's lips curved into a smile. She walked to her mate and held his face soothing, caressing its jet-black fur.

The lousy prince was cowering in the corner, waiting for someone to come to his aid. My attention shifted to him. The sweet little thing was struggling to get up and it was evident that she wouldn’t be able to, so it was better to get things over with. I took another step forth, and the prince stumbled back, his eyes shooting to the hole above. He was wondering if he should fight a Lycan alone or if he should wait for help. I followed his vision, finding myself getting excited to spill blood. The more, the better sleep I would get at night. The blood of these assholes was just too sweet to spill.

I knew for certain that those bastards would catch up with me. Just when I thought I’d outpaced them, two Lycans appeared in front of me, blocking my path. Their eyes blazed with bloodlust and amusement. A third one appeared directly behind me. I felt the wind knocked out of my lungs and struggled to keep my footing even as one of them moved closer, a snarl twisting its lips. "Hello Princess, Ashanti," he said in a low voice, "we all thought you were dead.” The other three Lycans stepped forward, blocking off any escape route.

The Prince paced circles around Evangeline, studying her like a scientist observing a newly discovered species. “I should execute you all where you kneel anyway, for the insult of attempting to pass off an imposter as my rightful mate and bride,” he continued, cutting his piercing eyes back to me in the doorway. “But I do not wish to insult my mate's sensibilities with such a crass display. She’s skittish… shy. I don’t want her running off again.” I shivered under his gaze, his words landing like a heavy blanket on my shoulders. I’d heard tales about the intensity of the Lycan Prince. Stories whispered through the ranks of servant and elite alike. His merciless campaigns, cruel punishments,

"I have no reason to lie to you about this. Do you really think that I would ever have approached you if I thought that your husband loved you and this whole arrangement was truly as temporary as you think it is?" He tilts his head to the side when I don't answer. Shivers are racing up and down my spine, and they're definitely not the good ones. But no. Carter couldn’t truly be this monster this man is describing. He wouldn’t be capable of doing something so terrible to me. Even if this were true… Why not just let me go? Why would he have to kill me? "No," I finally say. "I don't believe you." The prince stares at me intently for a few beats, then drags his tongue along the edge of his teeth