Mistaken Surrogate For The Lycan Prince Novels & Stories

Silence hitting the dining table, even Tate looks at me with wide eyes. “I’m sure Prince Lance took that well?” Rory asks. “I didn’t tell him about the Luna bit. There was no need at the time. But, my brother won’t have me back and an offer from Alpha Hansen, would make his day. I’d rather keep away, keep my own choices.” “Aida, we’d always have a place here for you if needed. But you have marked a lycan Prince. Your future will be with them.” I just smile in agreement. Yes, but I needed a back up, a place I could run away to if his mate ever claimed him.

No longer would I have to be afraid or bullied. But…what could the lycan want from me? I wasn’t ugly, but I was far from beautiful. There were so many women in our pack alone that attended last night’s gathering that were prettier than me, including other slaves. I glanced over at the lycan’s man. “Do you know why the lycan wants to see me? I mean the real reason.” The man gave me a small smile and a look that almost seemed amused. “He was surprised to find you gone this morning. It worried him, especially when taking in account the alpha and his daughter, but also angry. He didn’t give you permission to leave.”

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

Tightening his hold, he swore that he would allow nothing to get to her before carefully sliding away from her. Today was Friday, the day he and Jackson had an appointment with the Council to ask about the prophecy of the White Lycan as well as the princess. Travis had already reported back that no testing was needed to determine if Marcia was, in fact, the lost lycan princess. He learned that once they turn, a lycan develops its scent, which can be used to identify the family line.

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.

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.”

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.