Novel & Cerita Mistaken Surrogate For The Lycan Prince

“Don’t stand in my way.” She smiled, a mask of tenderness layered over cruelty. “I only came to reason with you, son. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re tired, weak, fevered… and you’re about to throw away everything—your kingdom, your legacy, your people—because of a dick sucking boy.” Kael’s eyes flickered with rage. “Don’t call him ‘a boy.’ Elias is...mine.” Serena’s lips curled. “Yours? He’s a distraction. A fleeting indulgence you confuse for love because your body craves what is forbidden. You’re the crowned prince, Kael. The strongest Lycan in centuries. You don’t have the luxury of… whims.”

The formidable aura of the Lycan could influence the surrounding environment, a unique display of hierarchical suppression inherited by the royal bloodline. However, being held in the arms of a man, I didn't feel much discomfort. I coldly observed Cathy's trembling fear. I must admit, it brought me a sense of satisfaction. Cathy quivered her lips. After enduring for a dozen seconds, she could no longer bear such torment. With a pale face, she said, "Please forgive my offense, Prince Louis, and... sister." "I am not your sister," I replied with a cold tone. "Enough, Cathy. You and I both know that uttering that word only disgusts us."

He was quite of age and he was yet to find his mate. Lucian had a best friend and right-hand man, Marcus. A Lycan from a noble family. Marcus was dumbstruck when Lucian told him that he went to the werewolf's territory to help the Alpha female secure her territory. Marcus had heard about the woman. Every Lycan knew her. A strong and attractive female and how she got to rule the werewolf packs was a mystery to the Lycans. But Lucian made him promise not to tell anyone about it. Marcus came to deliver a message to the prince from the king when they started talking. The king sent for Lucian.

I asked curiously, “Were you really looking for me? Why?” Lucas took my hand, startling me as he bowed to me a bit. Planting a tiny kiss on the back of my hand, he answered in a formal and gentle tone, “I wanted to introduce myself formally. I am Lucas Bloodmond, the Lycan Prince of the Bloodrose clan, M’lady. It is a pleasure meeting you again.” “Lycan Prince! I didn’t expect that either. You are surprising me a lot tonight,” I answered teasingly. Though I really didn’t expect him to be a prince, I guessed that he would be from a noble family. His aura was too dominating and powerful.

However, fate had a different plan in store for her. As the dreaded lycan prince, Adrian Caleb, arrived at the pack estate, Alessia's life took an unexpected turn. Adrian was captivated by her beauty and spirit, and he took her away from the pack to be his personal maid and live with him. Alessia, although initially hesitant, found solace in Adrian's presence. With time, their bond deepened, and Adrian realized that Alessia was the girl he had been waiting for to assume the throne as the Alpha King.

She looked at me in total disbelief and confusion, like she really expected me to know who she was talking about. "Okay, you want me to believe that you don't know who the prince is." She said with her eyes wide open. I nodded my head. "You must be joking." "I'm not." She shook her head in disbelief and surprise. "Well, I'm talking about the current Lycan Prince, Lord Saints." "Who is a Lycan Prince?" She grumbled. "That's enough, all you need to know is that your sister stole from the most powerful supernatural alive currently, and if we don't find her, you'll have to fill in as a substitute."

It seems like everything has been covered, and everything is as it should be. Until I reach the second-to-last page, that is. I let in a sharp hiss, reading the same sentence over and over again. Sensing my reaction, my mother looks at me with panicked eyes. “See?” She says, gesturing emphatically. “See–read it out!” I take in a deep breath. To say it out loud feels like admitting defeat, but I can’t deny what’s written right in front of me. “Lycan Prince Colin Flint shall replace Lycan Prince Spencer Flint as the new Crown Prince of the Lycan Royal Family.”

He pulls me to his side. “She is claimed and bonded to Crown Prince Caspian Lycanthen, Son of King Alexandros Lycanthen, Lord of the Lycans and Werewolves.”

She looked me in the eyes and said, "One is the Lycan King." Of course. "The King masking his daughter's powers and making her disappear only to find her himself years later?" "I know, it sounds forbidden and unlikely." "And who is the other person?" "The black sheep of their family," Amelia said. "His brother. Rufus James."

"You are alive only because of my generosity. Be grateful, slut." I yanked the knife out and rammed it down again. Over and over. "You can't help yourself but attract men! You filthy whore!" And then some more. I felt more blood spatter my face but instead of being disgusted, I savoured it. "Ah. This red blood on this red ass. Tasty." When I thrust the knife into his body for the last time, I felt all the energy drain out of me. A face appeared in front of me. The Prince with sun-like gold hair and thunderstorm grey eyes. Nikolai. When I touched his hair, they turned shiny blond. It was Nikolai. It was always Nikolai. My Prince. My saviour.