Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Last Male Fanfiction

I sighed in relief at the voice, it was just Zachary. “The fuck man- what are you doing here?” Percy cursed from behind the door, wondering why he wasn’t making any move to open up I saw him hold his budding erection in his hands. Right – he didn’t want his best friend to see his boner. He caught me staring at him and winked. “I left numerous calls Percy you weren’t answering.” I walked past Percy who tugged back at me into his hold, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. “We’ll finish this later.” He murmured and let me go. He opened the door to Zachary who was typing on his phone, his attention landed in Percy and then at me.

Percy unknowingly switched to his casual attitude and corrected him, but something seemed off aster he had corrected the Chairman. Blaze got up of his seat and the office chair he was seated on slide back to the window behind him. “What do you mean he is a guy? Are you telling me my son is obsessed with a guy” His face from before turned into that of a dragon's face, Percy who was half dead tried to calm him down but failed badly. “by obsession, I meant that he is after a guy he thinks is suspicious, so he wants to keep Miss Lucy away from him” Percy finally uttered the important part of the argument

“Or maybe that’s how everyone’s lips feel. Lips on lips are weird. Why do people kiss?” “Because they aren’t emotionally stunted like you.” “Don’t be a dick, Lucian. I can roll you down the stairs and tell your parents you fell.” “Like they would believe you. And I only have a mom, and I do not claim your father.” Percy rolled closer to my legs, then propped his head up with one hand. “I don’t want him either. I think he’s gonna cheat on your mom.” “I hope he does. It would be the wake-up she needs.”

She did not answer, but Mauricio needn't have to hear the girl say yes to confirm that the two in front of him were a couple, so he continued. "Do you even know who this man is? Do you know what story lies behind his identity?" Mauricio asked with despotic sarcasm and exceeding mordacity. And his audacity was boosted when Mauricio saw how Ethan paled at his words. It clearly conveyed a message to Mauricio that the girl was not totally aware of whatever happened in the past, so she was willing to be mated with the Last Lycan Prince; the cursed son of the chosen family by the Moon Goddess herself to be the Royal Rulers of her creations, the werewolves, the Lycans and even to the hybrids.

He looked like he was still trying to fight Nolan for something that he hadn’t even lost in the first place. I hadn’t slept either. I’d stayed where I’d sat, my back against the wall beside his bed, knees pulled up, trying to figure out how either of us could pull through this. The whispers were already circulating before dawn, and they didn’t bother hiding them. The King lost control, did you see? He almost killed his Gamma! Only the omega could calm him. She’s dangerous. She’s cursed. She’s stronger than he is.

Tear down his name until he begged for mercy. I leaned forward, breathing hard. And then it hit me. A tiny voice whispered in the back of my mind: “You’re married to an Alpha’s daughter.” My heart skipped a beat. Percy. Of course. She was Alpha Vax’s daughter. His only child. Well — not one child. He banished and sold the other. So technically, I was still right. And once Vax was out of the picture — gone, dead, exiled, whatever — someone had to take over.

Percy said a little more firmly, “We were going to get her situated in my quarters. That was where we were about to head. If you need to speak with her about anything, it will have to be in my presence. I’m sorry, Alpha.” After a few seconds, when my shock fades away, a slow smile spreads on my face. This is good. This is different from our first life, but I think Percy taking Yasmin as a mate can only be a positive for everyone. Percy’s mate was killed in the last war, and he grew bitter in my first life, suffering the effects of losing his mate at such a young age. I wonder why he didn’t take Yasmin back then as a chosen?

A loud growl made me flinch and duck. “SUB!!! STOP DAYDREAMING AND GET TO WORK!!!” The young gamma roared at me. “Y-yes... young gamma. I’m sorry.” I squeaked out and returned to my task, my eyes on the floor. I wondered how Percy was doing, I couldn’t sneak out to the clearing lately and the last time I saw him he looked like he had gotten into another fight. Damn cat, he was fearless it seemed. Not like me, I sighed. I’m a damn coward who let his mate get sold and shipped off to sex traders... my heart sank, and regret filled my soul. If only... I shook my head, remembering the last thing she said to me.

He clenched his fist and punched the bed that some of the omegas turned to him. He ignored their stares. He wasn't a nobody. He wasn't an option to be used and discarded. But he couldn't do anything in this state. He could only watch things unfold and hope that he reads the map, locates the fallen lost city and does what he had always wanted to. He had great plans for when he found that city and that was why he remained in Hericon, as an omega slave and with Silas. Although he felt there was another reason why he was yielding to Silas, could he be… he brushed the thought aside. Like he said before, he couldn't love a man.

“No, Valen. He is not your dad.” His brows furrowed in confusion. “I am,” I whispered. Even if he didn't understand now, he would. Eventually. He would call me dad. Not that pathetic excuse of a man. Marc’s out of the picture—for now. My men are holding him until the ceremony ends. I didn't want blood staining this moment. Not yet. Let him watch from the shadows as I take everything he thought belonged to him. He dared to challenge me. To play with the Lycan King?