Novel & Cerita Mistaken Surrogate For The Lycan Prince

Everyone had suddenly become quiet as they listened to the Lycan prince speak , Syvia seeing how close he was to Amelia and how he held her hands ,she watched with jealousy. She felt a pang of pain in her heart as ,she sank into his words .She was filled with an Unending jealousy towards Amelia,but she had manage to wear a simple but cunning smile on her face as she admire Prince Ethan .His voiced ring in her ears ,just like it did to others . "We must fight to protect our kind ,and not to destroy them.The only people we are against are Rogue."he stares at them ,with Amelia by his side . "Therefore,as the prince of the pack .I declare that you remain mute and never comment on any case until

Isaac brushed past him before taking a seat at the head of the table. As the youngest son of the Lycan King, the only reason why he’d paid a visit to the Werewolf Kingdom was for one reason and one reason only: he needed an heir. He was the only prince without a Luna, and he knew that this wasn’t exactly the best look for him and his family. And so, for the sake of succession, he chose to use a surrogate – even though surrogacy was technically illegal in Lycan’s country, what his family and the people didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?

Damon’s POV: “My name is Damon Montaforta. I am the Lycan prince of the supernatural realm. My father is King Corey Montaforta. I came here to help build my father’s businesses and help stabilize our financial state in both realms,” I said. She played with my hair as she listened closely. I listened closely to our babies' heart beat.

The snow obscured his vision, but when he reached the border, the sight before him made his breath stop completely. Right where Ayla's scent ended, the snow was stamped with over a dozen terrifyingly huge footprints. The moment he saw them, his inner wolf instinctively shuddered. Pureblood Lycans! The Royal Witches' cloaking spell had wiped away every trace of Ayla's existence, leaving only the violent residual aura of a dozen Lycans in the air. Jaxson's reality shattered. His arrogant Alpha mind could never connect the fragile amnesiac orphan who always nestled in his arms—the girl who gave up all her tokens with a single word from him—to the supreme Royal Lycan bloodline.

"I know what you are to me. And I know you feel it, too." She gasped, her breath hitching as she stared at me. She knew. She could feel the pull just as much as I could. "But I am a Lycan Prince," I continued, my voice cold and heartless. "My pack needs a Luna who is strong. They need someone who can lead an army, not someone who can barely stand. You are weak, You are a mistake I cannot afford." I saw the light in her eyes flicker and die. The hope I didn't even know she had vanished, replaced by a deep, hollow grief.

"What about your brother? I don't want the two of you to argue because of me. He's your brother and the two of you need to get along because you're siblings." I reasoned out, Luciano closed his grey eyes and raked his shoulder-length hair and heaved a deep sigh. "Don't worry about my brother,I know how to handle him."He said and I nodded doubtfully, not entirely convinced because Mark seemed to be more heartless than the prince. I think Mark was supposed to be called the dark Lycan prince, not Luciano because he had a heart. "What about letting me go so that you don't get into more trouble because of me?"I decided to ask the question that was stuck in my throat for way too long.

He stood in front of the Alpha and Luna, looking nothing short of majestic. "Prince Kyrell is as handsome as sin." Someone whispered behind me. Prince Kyrell? The infamous Lycan Prince? I inched closer. Vesper, who I hadn't noticed earlier, started walking towards him. Her nine-hour preparations paid off, and as much as I hate to admit it, she looked stunning. Her burgundy-red gown and red lipstick gave her a bold appearance. The floor was cleared again. Vesper and the Lycan Prince stood facing each other. A sudden rush of unease surged through me. Every single cell in my body screamed at me. Screamed for something I felt was wrong but couldn't tell what it was.

I had this soldier back in the days, when I was in the Royal army, there are many things you have to go through to be fully braided as a Lycan prince. We had this comrade, he was mated to his Lycan. I had never really seen someone go crazy before. But I think I had seen it. At first, he had felt the loss of their bond even before he saw her dead body. She had been attacked by a dominating and opposing pack during the time.

"You healed. How? Darren said the suppressant was still active. You were burning up an hour ago." He walked toward me, his bare feet silent on the pine needles. The moonlight traced the clean lines of his chest and stomach—unmarked and perfect, as if the wounds had never even happened. He stopped right in front of me and looked down. A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips. "I'm a Lycan prince," he said quietly. "Those wounds were never real."

Show Kane who she belongs to. Aiden’s breath came in shallow gasps as he wrestled with the storm inside him. He’d rejected Lyra, and now the pack was on the verge of being consumed by chaos. Fighting Kane was madness. Kane was a Lycan Prince - stronger, faster, more dangerous. But the wolf didn’t care about logic or survival. All it cared about was the claim. Do it, the wolf growled, its voice a seductive, dangerous whisper. Challenge him. Show her you still care. Take her back.