Novel & Cerita Mistaken Surrogate For The Lycan Prince

“You have to believe me. We would never intentionally offend the Lycan royals!” “You already have,” Prince Griffin stated dryly. “Wait…” the man paused. “You mean…you’re from the Lycan royal family too? Who are you?” I could only imagine at this point this newfound fear that washed over the rogue’s face as he realized that not only had he tortured the Luna of the Lycan Royal family, but that he was now standing in front of another powerful member. “You’re not worthy of knowing,” Prince Griffin hissed. “The one who sold her—give me a name.”

Clara The man I saved from bleeding to death in the stables was a prince. He was the First Lycan Prince, in fact. I followed him through the halls of the royal palace and tried to wrap my mind around this strange twist in fate. A lot had happened in a short time, and I was still reeling. I found my fated mate. I saved the life of a prince. I was nearly executed for a crime I didn’t commit. I learned that my fated mate would rather kill me than acknowledge I existed.

Unlike lycans, any were-animal with wings need to be shirtless to prevent its wings from getting stuck in the sleeves. Prince Andre got to the compound well after midnight again and from a tree, he watched as women got raped. He scanned the area for any sign of prince Mano before mind linking his mother, ‘Let queen Lana know that there is still no sign of prince Mano and that her husband and sons have not arrived yet.’ ‘What do you think you are doing? You should have taken our flock with you!’ Queen Amirah mind linked him back furious. ‘Why should our flog be in danger for the lycans?’ Prince Andre mind linked her back before falling to the ground, the noise from the gunshot still ringing

Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself despite the fear coursing through my veins. His red eyes were still fixed on me, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and curiosity about this mysterious prince. "Reject the engagement," he repeated, his voice firm and unyielding. "Why should I?" I managed to say, my voice trembling slightly. "Why should I do what you say?" A sinister smile spread across his face, revealing his sharp fangs. "Because I am the next lycan king, and what I say goes. You don't have a choice."

The lousy prince was cowering in the corner, waiting for someone to come to his aid. My attention shifted to him. The sweet little thing was struggling to get up and it was evident that she wouldn’t be able to, so it was better to get things over with. I took another step forth, and the prince stumbled back, his eyes shooting to the hole above. He was wondering if he should fight a Lycan alone or if he should wait for help. I followed his vision, finding myself getting excited to spill blood. The more, the better sleep I would get at night. The blood of these assholes was just too sweet to spill.

Something unspoken. He cleared his throat and began the ancient rite, his voice low and steady: “I, Alpha Knox Black, Lycan Prince of Wales of the Lycan Kingdom, welcome you, Lydia Michael, into the Blue Moon Pack. You are forever bound—with pain, with blood, and with life—to this pack until you are ready to sever the ties.” Each word pulsed through her like electricity. When they separated, he wiped their hands with a soft cloth. Her throat tightened. Her skin burned. Was this real?

I tried to get a good look at him but it was hard given the darkness, his mask and the thing that half my attention was on not getting. His touch felt oddly familiar as we ran through the forest, trying to outrun the hunters. Panting between breaths, I asked him, “Are they…are they really going to hurt me? The rules…the rules forbid them…” I asked and he replied, “It is not more of you but of the person you are close to. It is no big secret that though the lycan prince is feared and has the highest position in the food chain, he is not the most trusted or respected. The lycans have made many enemies in the course of time”

My gaze moves slowly around the table, daring everyone to contradict me. My mother clears her throat. “Like I was saying, who said they are outsiders? My daughter will never be an outsider in our pack. Her mate will never be an outsider either.” As her words slowly sink in, all eyes turn towards Lance. Someone squeaks out, “But he is a lycan and the crown prince.” My mother glances back at Lance and nods. “He is, and Trinity is now the crown princess. Together, they will soon take their rightful place on the throne as the king and queen.”

She whispered, not-so-subtly gawking at Gideon. I couldn’t blame her, though; the man was hot! Any girl with a pulse could see that. I leaned closer to her, lowering my voice. “That’s Prince Gideon. He’s a powerful Lycan prince.” Her mouth fell open, and she immediately sat up straighter, her earlier curiosity replaced with a flirtatious glint. “A Lycan prince, huh?” She smoothed her hair and flashed him a dazzling smile. “Well, it’s an honor to meet you, Your Highness.”

" He yelled and I exhaled sharply. The air was now cold and I felt anger washed through me. He was puzzled on his part, and I know he must be feeling flabbergasted at the fact that my sole aim for going back to that Dungeon was because of a forbidden Lycan. His throat bobbed down and he ruffled his hair in what seemed like a sexy manner to me. He puffed out a heavy breath and licked his lips, trying to calm down. "Those Lycans will destroy this Pack, you're being deceived by whatever he told you. They are powerful Tahira, don't you get that? We can't even fight against one and I would not want to imagine up to three in our midst. Their traits are different and that particular one….." He face