Romans & histoires Mistaken Surrogate For The Lycan Prince

Marcus suddenly takes a sharp U-turn before stopping in front of the green light, causing the cars behind us to honk. “I can tell your father hopes you will win the battle again. I mean, although you’re the least favorite child, he seems to accept the fact that from the four of you, you’re the only one who got all the requirements to be the Lycan king from brain, power, and everything except empathy since your lack on it and—”

I explain while shifting my gaze between Raine and Miranda. Lorraine's eyes pop a little at the word immortal, and she freezes. "Wait... Queen? Who are you," Lorraine asks with wide-open eyes? "Earlier, I introduced myself... I must have forgotten the prince part," I reply while trying to recall our conversation from earlier. "Prince! My sister is mated to the Prince of werewolves...yesterday she was in an abusive relationship, and today, you are telling me she will be an immortal queen if she decides to hook up with you," Lorraine asks while looking between us.

Fear, I can’t believe an hour ago, I was fighting with three Lycans. But, still they didn’t attack me. I have read in books that Lycans are royal and utmost powerful and short-tempered. I am sure, Maraya was right about the college. Here, no matter what they will not show their reality. And that gave me a relief. Even though Audrey was really nice with me, I better keep a distance. A nerd girl in the front row talked with me. By the aura, I know she was human and her name was Claire. She was a chatterbox and she gave me a brief about college. Audrey and her friends belongs to the popular group in college, of course because Lycans. And Julia is the QueenBee. Then Claire asked more about mor

The look on her face wasn’t anything feral at all; it was more of a painting of tentative distress. Ferociously growling right in front of her was the Lycan prince, who’s now gone full rogue; his eyes became tattooed with total blackness. In them, you can’t even see the reflection of the bright moonlight. The young she wolf locked her gaze straight into the Lycan prince’s feral eyes, highly hoping that she’d find something behind them that would alter the course of this unfavorable ordeal. But all she found was nothing but an empty void of blackness, with certainly no trace of his soul left.

the fat girl asked, her shocked face reflecting mine. “The second prince cannot become the Lycan king even though he’s the most powerful Wolf in Mador,” the long-necked girl explained. “He’s a child of a surrogate and has a curse. So Lily had to marry Eric so she can be the Lycan queen.” “I wonder how the second prince is feeling right now,” the fat girl sighed. “He…” I thought I had the worst fate in the world, but I really pitied the second prince. I knew what it meant to be rejected and looked down upon, to be hated and deprived of entitled rights. I also knew it was a painful thing to be away from one’s fated mate.

It was a curse that had no cure. Soon, he stopped moving against the shackles, and his knees fell on the floor. His eyes drifted shut as he felt the burning sensation, which had been surging through his veins, finally begin to fade away. "I frightened her," he thought, the words echoing in the sudden silence of his mind. That woman calls him Kael. She didn’t recognize who he really is—and for now, he has no intention of telling her. For the first time, Adam Scott, the second Lycan prince, unbothered and untouchable, yet here he was, feeling a flicker of insecurity he couldn't just push away.

She still had servants around her who, despite their different kinds and races, did not despise the Queen; she became their immediate helper in disguise instead. “This is what was revealed to us,” Ida said. “The last royal blood prince of the lycans will return to bring peace and harmony again between the Lycans and the Witches, as well as every other realm and kingdom that had been suffering over these years in the hands of the lycans.” The lycans in favor of King Borasco made an uproar that what the fae was saying was a lie. “My King, please do not believe this fae,” Alpha Yelmadz interrupted. “They are using magic to fool us. We cannot be sure if what she just showed us a while ago was re

Through my blurry gaze, I saw him stepping over Alpha Grayson, which earned a lot of violent and shocked reactions for disrespecting him. “We beg for your forgiveness, your highness. We failed to recognize you.” Whispers from the people I grew up with reached my ear. “Is that really the second prince? I heard he's apathetic and ruthless, but why does he seem so playful?” “Don't let that fool you. Lycans are a lot stronger than werewolves and he can crush our skulls with bare hands.” “I heard he's killed so many, so you better keep your mouth shut because he can hear you.”

I said against her lips, deftly replacing my finger with my cock. “Dane!” she cried. “But I want another taste of you first,” I said and latched my mouth to her left nipple. She arched her back and cried my name. “Saraya—” “Yes!” she moaned in pleasure. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “I am the first generation of my kind. A full-blooded Lycan prince, offspring of Zeus and Selene–” Holding her hips, I dug my stiff cock deeper into her; she clung to me, clawing my back and drawing blood. I revelled in the ecstasy that surged through me.

he managed to stutter. “Was” I replied, gritting my teeth my eyes falling, “she’s been cloaked with dark magic, Stephania, the Lycan prince, all their scents were there.” “Legion survived,” Ena echoed. “And he has my niece?!” Lillian barded in before pausing as she looked at me, “ dang it, someone get this boy a damn shirt,” she huffed, walking away in frustration as she paced the length of the room. “On it,” Edwin grunted, moving out of view.