Lycan Prince Matteo Novels & Stories

"What kind of answer is that? You're his mate, Leah. Why are you answering me like you don't even know the guy? You sound like you read his biography on Wikipedia.” Panic flared in my chest. My hands began to sweat under the table. I opened my mouth to scramble for another cover story, but my father suddenly chirped in from the head of the table. "Matteo, give your sister some space and let her eat," my father said, waving his newspaper dismissively. "The man is a Lycan King and a billionaire. He doesn't have time for normal hobbies. Don't interrogate your sister the second you walk through the door."

They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them. “You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.” “Why?” “He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.” Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”

Of course he notices. “Not met,” I corrected sharply. “More like collided with, verbally.” Antonio’s grin widens. “Oh, this is getting good.” I ignore the asshole and turn to Matteo. “Roman Orlov.” Both brothers blink. Antonio drops the apple. Matteo whistles under his breath. “The weapons strategist. The one they call the Silent Prince. Antonio snaps his fingers. “Right, right. The emotionless one who looks like he was carved from an iceberg nobody asked for.”

Yes, they were the warriors I sent,' Tayron replied. Approximately how many warriors did he bring? 'Have you met Alpha Matteo yet?' 'Right now, I'm talking to that bastard.' Tayron was furious. I raised my eyebrows. I hope he just calls Alpha Matteo a bastard when he talks to me. 'Don't listen to what he says if you don't like it. I'm safe; he can't threaten you using me.' I don't know anything, but it appears that Alpha Matteo, who is very fond of money, wants to discuss money with Tayron.

I was placed on a bed and the man turned his back on me and started walking away. I thought he was going to close the door before coming back to me. I wasn't a fool. I knew why I was here. After hearing the man I didn't get to see refer to him as your majesty, I knew I was doomed. I was a slave to the notorious mateless Lycan King. Rumour has it that he's ruthless and a womaniser. He takes female wolves or Lycans as his sex slaves and discards them when he's bored.

he replied hesitantly. Before he could share more details, a fellow member shouted at Sophia, challenging her authority to choose the next leader. "If he's gone, then you can't pick our next leader. The rule is firm. Only the strongest among us can be our alpha." Others joined in, their voices merging into a chorus of dissent. Sophia tried to pacify them, explaining her choice of Jake to avoid unnecessary conflict, "I get you, Sam, and that's why I picked Jake to prevent any brawls." However, Sam, the vocal dissenter, responded, "Fighting is part of us, lycans. If your mate is dead, you have no right to dictate how we choose our next leader."

I’m cut off. “The Lycan king is only using you for his Mistress. He has a mate also. You mean nothing to him. So get this idea of a savior out of your head. You are nothing but the concubine to Alpha Leopold. It is time you came back and made this all right.” I hold my head in sorrow. What does he mean that the Lycan king has a mate? This can’t be happening again. I refuse to be used again. “Her name is Katarina. She is the next queen. It will never be you. So come back and fix this.” He looks me in the eyes. Pleading for the first time ever. “Please Kemira. It’s so bad there now. We need you.”

Matteo turned towards me again. "I've waited years for this. Always trying to find a loophole. Always trying to find a way in, looking for leverage against him." He shook his head. "You have no idea how many nights I've imagined watching my nephew brought to his knees." He smiled. "And thanks to you..." His gaze dropped to Leon. "...I finally can." I pulled Leon a little closer against my chest. "You're monstrous." Matteo laughed. "No. We are Romano." His gaze drifted towards Luca.

"Yes, it is very real. Did you find someone who made you react like that?" The heat crept up my neck, tightening my throat. I locked my jaw, refusing to look at her. "It was just a midnight encounter. But afterward... everything feels wrong." "Like you lost a loved one, right?" I gave a single, tight nod. "Yes. And I don't know how to meet her again. I have no name. Just her features." Martina stood up, the softness vanishing from her face, replaced by the sharp authority she usually reserved for the council. "You are the Lycan King of the twelve districts, son. If you want to find a wolf in this territory, you can."

Chapter 53: Stop him “Your Majesty! He’s unstoppable!” The cry tore across the royal courtyard as smoke and blood filled the air. Flames licked the ancient stones of Mathias’ kingdom, sparks rising like demons into the night. What had begun as a mere duel, a test of strength, had turned into an unholy storm. A single man against an entire empire. And that man was Kael. The once proud Lycan Prince now cut through soldiers like paper, his eyes burning red, his body dripping blood yet fueled by something darker than rage. Every swing of his sword cracked shields in half, every howl rattled the bones of even the bravest knights.