Romans & histoires The Lycan Prince’s Puppy

The little pup stretched, its golden fur patterned with sacred silver markings—the legendary emblem of the Primordial Lycan! It nuzzled my palm and then Kaeren’s, showing a surprising affection toward him. “I see it! I see it!” Damian’s red eyes locked onto us. He flung the malformed pup away with brutal force, his expression dark with rage, as if he were about to attack our family next. “It’s you! You switched my pup behind my back!”

He moved like a shadow, reaching the door before another knock broke her sleep. When he opened the door, there was a young man outside. "Beta Lucian," he murmured. The man almost immediately got to his knees and bowed his head to Kael. "Your Majesty, it's been a long time!" He looked at Lucian. His eyes glowed red, but then they turned back to black. Lucian was kneeling before him because he was not an ordinary wolf but the second Lycan prince, Prince Adam Scott. He was the man everyone was afraid of, like a disaster.

“I am in the middle of hot water and can only keep everything on track with the right tact. But my main concern is Cissy. I want to protect her. Any stress she experiences will affect the pups.” With a grimace on his face, he runs a hand through his hair. Before me stands a man in desperate need. He's the Lycan Prince, there's basically nothing he cannot solve. The concerns he faces must therefore be of a deep nature. Would he also have any suspicions about his firstborn? I shake my head, that seems impossible. Nothing would stop him from ripping his son from Xanne's filthy grasp and returning him to Cissy. But even Cissy refuses to believe the pup is hers. What a mess!

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.

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.”

Their love became a symbol of hope and unity for the entire pack, proof that change was possible, and that love could bridge the gaps between them. The Lycan Prince's path was not an easy one, but he remained steadfast in his determination to create a better world for his pack. With Luna by his side, and the support of his father, the Alpha King, he led his people into a new era of acceptance, compassion, and unity. The legacy of the Lycan Prince would be remembered for generations, a story of love, courage, and the power of a single dream to change the fate of many.

Many minutes passed, and then an hour but my mind was filled with nothing but bitter memories. They fluttered open again when I felt cold eyes on me, and I jumped to my feet when I saw him studying me. My lips quivered in fear, what did he want again? Was he going to kick me out. “Sleep eludes me,” he said. The first Lycan Prince hardly ever slept. Yet, I’d seen him sleep like a child in my arms. On two occasions. “What do you want me to do to make you sleep?” I asked in a low voice, my head bent to show my loyalty.

"This is… strange." "Oh, congratulations. You noticed." Aries tilts his head. "What exactly do you find strange? The fact that she has a wolf? Or the fact that she’s drowning under all this, and you’ve done nothing to help?" Caspian exhales sharply, hands balling into fists. "It’s not that simple." "It is." Aries crosses his arms. "You’re the Prince. The future leader of the Lycans and the wolves. You know more about this than she does."

One particularly daring little boy leaped onto his back, felling Isaac completely. I gasped, my hand flying over my mouth as I expected Isaac to throw a fit over his clothes getting dirty and torn. But to my surprise, he just let out a monstrous growl, thrashing on the ground and pretending to try to throw the kids off. The kids giggled, clinging to him. A few began to whack him with sticks. “Kill the monster! Kill it!” I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the crown prince of the Lycan kingdom crawling on all fours and growling as a pack of children chased him around a dusty courtyard.

They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them. “You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.” “Why?” “He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.” Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”