Lycan Prince Matteo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mateo. "Let me introduce myself properly to you, my darling queen," I scoff. "My name is Mateo Morrison, and I am the CEO of Royal Mateo Incorporated Ltd. I’m also the Lycan Blood kingdom’s monarch, and you’re my mate, whom I’ve long wanted to meet." I catch my mate’s eye, and her amazement at finding out who I am is evident. "You are what?" She inquires. "Are you the infamous Lycan king? Wow! You are real. You are not just a myth. I can't believe this. I can’t believe I’m a mate to such a cruel and evil king."

I wanted to argue, to throw his hypocrisy in his face, but before I could, we were joined by another figure. Damian Russo. Heir to one of the ruthless families in Italy, and the De Lucas’ greatest ally—or rival, depending on who was talking. His black suit was sharp enough to slice through glass, and his jet-black hair was styled to perfection. “Well,” Damian drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Look who we have here. The De Luca princess.” His eyes lingered on me for a beat before sliding deliberately to Matteo. “And their prince.” Matteo’s arm stiffened beneath my hand. tension rolling off him in waves, though his jaw remained locked, unreadable. His stillness was deceptive—like a predat

she scoffed, dismissing him as though he were a child throwing a tantrum. Mason’s fury snapped. He lunged forward, his small fists raised, intent on striking her despite the difference in height. But Matteo was faster. In one swift motion, he swooped Mason into his arms, pulling him back before his fists could connect. The boy thrashed wildly against Matteo’s chest, his cries raw, tears streaming. Matteo’s eyes, however, locked coldly on Lyra. His voice was calm, but his words were daggers. “If you’re banking on the fact that Lucien will go easy on you because you’re his lover,” Matteo said, his tone low and dangerous, “I suggest you have a rethink. You’ve only met the lover-Lucien. Not the

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.

'' ''Very stupid,'' exclaimed Gavriel, joining in behind Hans. ''LION!'' ''Hey. Bat! We are not deaf… No need to scream!'' Matteo seemed to be at a loss for words, don't know why the intimidation just felt reversed. Matteo was a *Sapphire, while Hans was only an *Amethyst. Even Hans' eyeballs were still clearly cloudy green. It meant that his level wasn't stable yet. He was still a newbie at *Amethyst level. ''Okay. I admit, it seems your level in terms of speech is higher than mine. I'm not going to argue about that with you."

“Coming down to the crowning ceremony of King Williams. He just sits there leisurely drinking wine poured by the smiling princess while his third-in-command insults me.” Caralyn snorted. “Enzo or whatever his name is. Thinking about it now, that man is really audacious and disrespectful. A wicked soul that always seems happy to shed blood. Mateo clears his throat and hesitantly speaks. “He is actually my brother.” Caralyn was shocked for a moment. Then, she recovers and feels an immense empathy towards Mateo. “Oh my! You poor Lycan.” She pats his back. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think your brother might be a psychopath.”

In the barracks, where warriors usually gather to discuss battle strategies, the air is heavy with something far more dangerous—uncertainty. “She is still locked up in there,” a young warrior mutters, his voice low but sharp. His name is Roland, and though he has never dared to question orders before, tonight is different. “How long is the Alpha planning to keep her like this?” “She’s the Lycan Prince’s mate, ” another voice interjects—Evan, a seasoned fighter who has seen more battles than most. “Even the unborn pup protects it’s mother everyday from harm. I doubt the delusion of using the Lycan blood to make his unborn pup Alpha have any chance of becoming possible.”

I crossed my fingers, hoping that my head wouldn't be snapped. "Silence!" The murmuring stopped immediately. " You're honest, I like that. It's a sign of a good Luna. I am Benedict Jovan, King of the Lycan kingdom." My eyes widened and I immediately curtsied before him. I was standing in front of a king, an actual king. "It's an honor to meet you, your majesty," I said in a small voice.

“Lord Matthew is? For what reason?” “I told you before. He’s a demon that was summoned by the Scarlett Witch that destroyed half a city, or at least that's what the news said. Lady Platinum and Lady Blair already confirmed that Matthew is indeed a Dragon Emperor. I am also now convinced that he is. However, the world still views him as a criminal.”

She walked around around Riya, eyeing her challengingly as she went by while Riya yawned in boredom even though deep inside what she wanted the most was to drag her by her corn silk hair and teach her a lesson on manners. “If you think that you are better than the rest of us here at The Reaping then why are you even here? Why don’t you just hurry up and leave right now because Prince Caine or any of the lycan nobles for that matter will not want to be associated with low lives like you.” She said as she looked at me from bottom to top.