Mated To The Lycan Prince の小説・ストーリー

he asked, his voice laced with an unsettling calmness. Mason shook his head, his mind struggling to make sense of the situation. “No, I don’t. What the hell is going on?” “I’m a Lycan, a creature of pure energy, bound by ancient laws,” Ste-phen explained, his voice echoing with a raw, untamed power. “And you, Mason, are my mate. You’re the only one who can contain my power, the only one who can keep me from losing control.” Mason stared at him, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you talking about? I’m just a normal guy. I can’t control anything.”

As an ordinary werewolf, I found it unsettling to be addressed in such a manner, especially considering I had no connection to Lycan lineage. “The Lycan King says you are his mate and the future Luna of his pack,” the chief housekeeper explained. “So it’s only right that we treat you as such.” “But I’m not. I’m not his mate,” I insisted. “The Lycan King will be waiting for you downstairs,” they informed me, leaving no room for argument. ********** I opened the dining room, revealing a large table adorned with various food, and the Lycan sat at the far end, exuding charm and glory. He stood up and walked towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.

‘Mate…’ I grin, feeling my human mind go numb as my eyes shift to red one once more. Rowena After making sure that my son is well enough, just then I finally dare to leave him alone. “To the Blue Brothel Inn, please,” I tell the driver. This time I don’t feel worry about the cashsince Lydia already gave me some. Along the way, I can’t help but think about everything, especially Lydia’s offer. Seducing the Lycan Prince… Well, that sounds tempting, especially knowing that the prince will be the next crown king, which means he’s going to be filthy rich.

“Well, we are going to be expected to accompany the Lycans to various events so we are going to be taught etiquette and how to comport ourselves so that we don’t disgrace ourselves, apparently we will be presented to the prince and some other elite lycans at dinner after the class.” Riya grimaced at the thought of having to face the hateful prince, she was curious about what kind of man went along with something as despicable as this, why would he choose a bride in this way? He was probably a spoiled arrogant cad who was waited on hand and foot. she wondered if they would look like the ones she had seen on tv, gorgeous and looking like sex symbols.

It was clear she was a lycan and I knew without a doubt that she could do some serious damage to me. She had long legs that seemed to go on forever and her sort dress and strappy heels only accentuated that. Her hair was a shade of light blond that reminded me of the sun on a warm day. She had black shades covering her eyes so I couldn’t make out the color, but I could swear that they’d be a bright shade of blue. She just seemed like the type—the beautiful blond with striking blue eyes. I watched as she kissed my mate. I knew I should leave, but I couldn’t find it in myself to move. I just stood there like an intruder.

"Don't you dare go running your mouth! You're just a substitute for me and that's what you'll always be." I never even asked to be a substitute but no one would give me a chance. I'm being forced to marry the Lycan king in my sister's place because she's too precious. They're not going to let her get married to a king struck with madness, but I can. His name is Alexander, the most powerful Lycan king in the world and the overall leader of all werewolves and witches. Only someone with the power of both creatures can do that. He's supposed to be a king everyone looks up to like his father but, he's the exact opposite.

Elias froze, his chest tightening as though an iron band had snapped shut around his ribs. His father blinked. “Prince Kael Viren? The crowned Lycan prince of Pennsylvania?” Zane leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. His smile widened, cruel and triumphant. “The very same. You see, your dear Elias was… very close with him. More than friends, I’d say. In fact…” His eyes shifted deliberately to Elias, savoring the moment like a predator about to pounce. “…they were lovers.” The air shattered.

Caleb POV I could not sleep, not even when everywhere had gone silent; my sense of unease was strong, and Trey was restless, he wanted a run or just to find that little maid we met earlier. I ignored him, the maid was just a human, no matter how she smelled so divine, and his eyes drew me in. I will not allow myself to start what I cannot finish. The rules were there for a reason, and I, Caleb, prince of the Lycans, intend to keep and uphold them even if they don’t sit well with me always.

"Once the curse begins, the rage will grow, and the prince will become bloodthirsty and kill his mate in the rage." It is well known that the Lycan is one of the most respected and strongest of the werewolves, especially the royal family, which rules all werewolves and enjoys supreme power and wealth. What is not clear, however, is just how painful the price has been. The first king went berserk and killed his mate. His mate's blood bathed his pupils. When he came to his senses, he lay by the body of the Queen and cried for three days and nights before dying of exhaustion.

Till he grew on me, and I now yearn for his presence. “That’s okay. You can stand.” Ryan looks down at my hand, and grips it tighter. “I’m going to begin in the way it was done in the good old days. Once upon a time. A Lycan king married the female heir to a pack, and that made them join the sets together. The clan and pack were joint as one, bearing the name Green, as we didn’t want to call it either a clan or a pack. The both sets lived together and the Moon Goddess even began to give out mates from the diverse sets. So the leadership would always be an Alpha and a Lycan queen, just to maintain the balance, as it was detected early that Lycan are stronger and having one as a king over them