Mistaken Surrogate For The Lycan Prince の小説・ストーリー

Don’t let him catch you too quickly. ‘Like hell I will!’ I scoff and keep pushing harder, my paws digging into the soil with my lungs expanding as I leap over a fallen branch and land smoothly on the other side. If he's running like a Lycan, then is it possible that he's truly a Lycan? A pang of memory strikes my chest, momentarily stealing my breath. Liam Kingston. The Lycan Prince. In my old life, he had held me as I died, and his voice had been the last thing I heard before I passed away. The memory of his blood on my lips has my heart squeezing inside my chest.

Private time with Orion will have to wait then. The crowd parts, creating a path for us to walk through. In the crowd, I spy my best friends, Aria Moonclaw and Trinity Silverfang. They are grinning and winking at me. I smile back, making faces at them, but my expression turns sour the moment my gaze falls upon the biggest bastard that exists. Rune Wilder, Lycan Prince and sole heir to the Lycan throne.

Prince Mykal? I repeat stupidly to myself, unable to stop gaping at the breathtaking man before me. I knew the name, of course. It always pays to know the name of your enemy. Prince Mykal Boreal, eldest son of the Lycan King, and next in line for the throne. Everything in me stops suddenly. Wait, did he just say I was his mate? I look at him, aghast. How is that possible? He's a Lycan! I'm a Werewolf. We're enemies. And yet…

I wish I could say that is was my greatest regret, however, I cannot. You see, my beautiful Sutton, Wesley is not your real father. Even though he loves you as such. I hope you can forgive me for this deception, my love, for it is something that has never sat right with me. But it was entirely necessary for your safety and happiness. So, I beg you to let me explain. I am not who you think I am. I was born a lycan. More than that, I was born into the lycan royal family. My real name is Leanetta Thoengarde, Princess of Lycuria.

Myrrh’s mewls ended. Then his little beads of eyes came alive again. But this time around, they were beads of red. The pup was growling like a wild beast. “No!” Aeryl screamed, horrified. She looked at the prince, frantic for a solution. But…. His aura went flush into the growling pup…. His lycan essence was spilling into the little animal's body. Aeryl flung herself at the lycan prince, fists slamming into his chest.

His voice is hard, unyielding, and I feel the weight of his skepticism pressing down on me. “No,” I insist, shaking my head fiercely. “I survived. I was taken and raised in a pack far from here.” I can feel the fire growing within me, the need to prove my truth. In a swift motion, I lift the hem of my tattered shirt, revealing the Lycan mark etched into my skin. “This is my mark, a testament to my lineage. I am Princess Aloria, born of the Lycan blood, just as you are.” The king’s eyes widen as they fall upon the mark, and for a fleeting instant, I see the walls of his skepticism begin to crack. “It is you…” he murmurs, almost to himself, disbelief slowly giving way to reluctant acceptance.

he added. I wasn't scared of the Lycans or any royals. It was the Lycan prince, my mate, who troubled me. Yes, I was mated to a Lycan prince and future king. Being mated to a Lycan was already challenging, let alone a prince destined to be king. Since discovering his infidelity, I've been plagued by chest pain.

In a second, her fingers were tangled up in his hair, her legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands were on her butt holding her securely. After they separated, Lucian was in tears "Please Renée give me a chance to explain everything to you. Please try to understand, I can't live without you, I'll die if you're not by my side. I'll tell you the truth." Luciana was also crying in the arms of her mate, despite the happenings she had grown fond of the new addition to her family. It was also heart breaking to see how Lucian, the lycan prince, and crown prince of the supernatural world had been reduced to a crying mess over a lady when a lot fawned over him and would give everything they h

“I’m not counting on it to be the Lycan Prince, but I’ll take the second best.” My face paled as I slowly put two and two together. The guy who had called me four-eyes was indeed royally. He was that Lycan Prince they were gushing over. That’s why Nate had called him ‘the Prince’. I decided right then and there to stay away from him. If he could bully me after bumping into me, I didn’t even want to know what kind of damage he could do without facing any consequences. He was a Lycan, after all—ten times stronger, ten times faster.

I look over to see more wolves coming our way with their alpha leading them. He shifts back once he gets over to us, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "You're not the Lycan King, who are you?" He asks with a frown. "I'm BJ, the Lycan prince," I say slamming the trunk down. "I'm here looking for a member of your pack for crimes he has committed." "Crimes? What crimes have been committed by a member of my pack?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. "He'll tell you himself." Fred and I get back into the car and drive off heading towards their pack, while the alpha and his warriors run next to the car following us.