Lycan Prince Matteo Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'm Mat..." She turned, her huge black pupils gleaming, her red lips parted. "Mateo Greco... I know who you are." She took the card, placing it in her purse. "I hear you are a very dangerous man..." Her dark eyes didn't stray. "... And I hear you are Moretti's spoilt Princess..." His bass voice was direct. She scoffed, "You heard wrong... I'm not Moretti's spoilt Princess, I'm more like their merchandise... their bargaining chip."

Color drained from the leader's face, and his glare found me again. "Why the fuck does it sound like he came with an army?!" "He is the lycan king. I think we should leave. If we kill his Luna, he won't stop hunting us until he kills us." The young man who delivered the note advised. He paused, glaring at him. The other men, on their knees, nodded in support. "Leader, we'll still have money when they get the boy," he added, and I shook my head no, clutching Liam to me.

Queen Lana asked, walking off with her. “Seriously, mother? Down to business already?” Prince Bleidd spoke up. “We just mated a few nights ago. He is Alpha of the largest pack in Spain,” Jeanette answered. ‘A strong pack, I take it?” Queen Lana asked even though she already knew Mateo. “Yes, especially since Mateo and a few pack members are hybrids,” Jeanette said. ‘Don’t tell her anymore!’ Mateo mind linked her in fear that they will find out that they turned without permission.

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

TRUST ISSUES WILLOW’S POV I was shocked at what Jaden's uncle said, how was Jaden dead before, was he the prince my mother used to tell me about? My mind was in chaos and slowly drifted to the story my mother had told me when I was younger. The story of the Prince of Shadows. The Lycan prince was believed to have died years ago. Was he the same Jaden who was standing right in front of me, alive and well? I shook my head in disbelief.

Elton looked at the Lycan in front of him who happened to his leader, blood sipped out of his mouth and he could feel his powers draining from him, Matteo was known to draw more peers out of the Rigues who failed the vigorous training. “This is what it feels like to be powerful, to have the ability to take power from someone else, right now I feel twice the energy because I am getting more from you. If you do not bring her back then I would make sure to drain you until you are dead in front of me” Matteo warned and smashed his body against the wall. He turned to his rogues who had been watching the whole scene, “This goes to all of you, bring the girl back if you don’t want to face my wrath”

I didn't know how to control my anger, all the pain in my heart had turned into anger. "You know very well that the Lycan prince never gives back what he took from anyone, Sebastian. You of all the people know it but why are you trying to cause more conflicts? I'm quite sure that the prince is planning to send his army to fully take over our pack and it's all because of you." Matteo said and I looked at him with raised eyebrows. "I won't allow him to take my pack, he has taken more than enough from me!"I said through gritted teeth.

Isabella said desperately, and that’s all he needed for the beast inside of him to emerge. "So be it, princess", Matteo grumbled as he got up on his feet and began taking off his clothes with his green eyes fixed on her like she is suddenly his prey. "This would be so much fun, princess", he said, appearing to have an excited gleam in his eyes.

MATTEO Everything is unfolding exactly as I planned. The clock is ticking, and with every second, I can almost taste my brother’s downfall. Damian thinks France was a punishment, a way to exile me and keep me from the throne. What he doesn’t know is that I, Matteo Vercetti, turned his little game into my playground. I saved his enemies, nurtured his traitors, and now I’ll use them as the blades that cut him down.

Reilania’s mate was a lycan, and not just any lycan, but royal, the second prince of the Lykos clan and brother of the lycan king. Varion Aragon stood proud, his height towering over the betas just as his brother's sturdy build did, yet he wasn’t the person whose Myra could feel a deathly gaze from. Myra couldn’t help but feel frozen when she turned to the lycan king. Verik's eyes were on her. How long had he been staring at her? She felt her body chill and her spine stiffen from his wicked eyes that held violence and death.