Mysterious Mate To The Lycan Prince นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was like the shadows blurred for a moment, reaching for me, then Neoma said something that pulled me out of the craze of my mind. “You’re not afraid of him, Violet. Snap out of it. I don’t know how Neal got into our room, but you heard Aleric, it won’t happen again, and if it does… we kill him,” the finality in her words reminded me, I am not the same girl from that mating ceremony, I am not the same… Within ten minutes, Aleric’s massive lycan had us at the northern boarder and before I could see what Russ, Asher, and a few others were crowding, Aleric shifted and pressed me into his bare chest.

Tingles spread over my body, and I turned to putty in his hands. “Mate,” he whispered in my ear. “I will come for you.” My eyes were closed tight, and he disappeared. But I know he will come back for me. He is my mate. Cycle 452. Veyn 6 of the Bloodroot Bloom The Lycan King came for me today. He claimed me as his mate, but my father told him he couldn’t have me. “No Queen of the Two Realms will mate with a Lycan.”

“Alpha, I…” “No excuses!” He cut me off. “I don’t what to hear what you have to say. You thought the Lycans will save you, didn’t you? You decided to ridicule my son because you received attention from the Lycan Prince. Where is he now? Where is your prince?” I felt hot tears pooling in my eyes and I rapidly blinked to stop myself from crying. I didn’t want to show my weakness to him or he would devour me. "The Lycan Prince is my mate too and…”

He nods once, a gesture that somehow manages to be both polite and regal, then he follows Professor Aldric down the corridor. I stand there, rooted to the spot, watching him walk away with the professor. That was him. That was really him. Liam Kingston. The Lycan Prince. My supposed mate according to his dying words in a timeline he doesn’t remember. ‘He’s beautiful,’ Rayla sighs dreamily in my mind. ‘Yes he is,’ I agree with her. After he finally turns a corner with the professor, I force my legs to move, continuing towards the Admissions Office with my mind replaying every second of the encounter.

JAROD'S POV I was angry, mad at the Moon goddess for playing with me. How could Layla be alive and not just that, she is now mated to the lycan king? He has even marked her, and I was sure he mated with her. Seeing her as a slut will forever be a memory. She would have opened her legs for him.

I was shaking when I pushed Caius off of me and sat up. “Vera—” “Don’t.” I pressed a hand flat against my chest. I didn’t want to talk about Tyler. Not now, and not with him. “Who are you?” He sat back on his heels beside the cot, shirtless, his hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. “And don’t tell me it’s complicated,” I added, pointing a shaking finger at him. He looked at my finger for a long moment. Finally, he said quietly, “I’m a prince, Vera. A Lycan prince.” His throat bobbed. “Vance is my brother. I’m the one who went missing.”

“You know, two can play that game!” “What game? I am not playing anything! Like I said, I am fucking done, Vera.” I tapped the shoulder of the man dancing next to us. He might have heard everything, but he didn’t comment on it. He was handsome too, and easy on the eyes. “You are a wolf?” “Lycan.” “Prince Cassius, forgive her. Continue your dance with your partner,” Mateo said with a hiss. Prince Cassius. Must be the one Lycan prince from Verfarkas. Again. Photographic memory. I had read about him once in the Draconian Herald.

-Roman- I watched as my mate disappeared into the crowd. I didn’t like how she had acted. She had turned strangely quiet and kept glancing at one of the lycans. I didn’t think she realized I noticed, but I did. I knew who he was: a powerful lycan on the council, very important. But I couldn’t figure out why she was staring until she suddenly asked if we could meet by the car. That’s when it hit me. It’s one of them…

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

“You step like punctuation that wants to interrupt proceedings. Don’t. The circle won’t enjoy drama.” Ivy smiled thinly. “I didn’t climb this far to enjoy proceedings either.” Jayden stepped half forward. Subject position by instinct. Rowan’s silver-sharp gaze flicked to him. “Prince of Lycans,” Rowan murmured. “Death brushed you once. Return rewrote nothing but awareness. Don’t block the hearing floor unless you want to testify.” “I’d testify it wasn’t a mirror invitation,” Jayden replied, voice low gravel. “It was a retrieval by blood, not signature copy.”