Novel & Cerita The Lycan Prince’s Puppy

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.

They called her weak, poor, useless, hence all her boyfriends ended up in one bed - her sisters. She even ended up planning her best friend's wedding and the groom turned out to be her boyfriend. Why did everyone prefer the women around her but never her? Until he came along, tall, red eyes with lines drawn across them, his sister's fiance and husband to be, a forbidden affair. But the affection he is meant to have for her sister seems to be with her and she still has to find the father of her kids, she can't be stuck raising two kids alone. But when she thinks she has seen it all, trouble comes knocking, suddenly she's no longer the same person she once knew, she had powers a

“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…”

His eyes are back to their usual light brown, and he seems less menacing. The Lycan King, standing right before me, and asking me about my bruises. It can't be real. "You will let me mark you, little one," he says, and brushes my hair away from my shoulder, exposing it. A pleasant shiver runs through my body. No . . . I can't possibly be enjoying this. He starts to lean towards me, and his eyes burn a vivid gold again. His mouth opens slightly, showing powerful looking canines. A true Lycan.

Something unspoken. He cleared his throat and began the ancient rite, his voice low and steady: “I, Alpha Knox Black, Lycan Prince of Wales of the Lycan Kingdom, welcome you, Lydia Michael, into the Blue Moon Pack. You are forever bound—with pain, with blood, and with life—to this pack until you are ready to sever the ties.” Each word pulsed through her like electricity. When they separated, he wiped their hands with a soft cloth. Her throat tightened. Her skin burned. Was this real?

It's not like she witnessed it herself, but she heard many stories regarding it. It happened twenty-four years ago. 24 years ago, the first official Lycan prince was born, the firstborn of the Lycan King after many years of marriage. The little Lycan prince lived for ten days before he was killed in an assassination. If the infant was still alive now, he must have been 24 years old. Unfortunately, God never granted life to that poor baby. Amelia has been hearing about the infant Lycan prince from the villager since she was five. And every time they would talk about him, an evil laugh and an atrocious smile would always be on their faces.

Nathan demanded, arms crossed. “Where’s uncle?” Jaden added. I sighed. “He had an emergency so he had to leave first. But let's talk about the trouble your sister is in.” That was enough to make Jaden’s fists tighten. “Did someone hurt her?” I glanced between the two of them. “Sit down.” They hesitated but eventually sat. I knew they wouldn’t like what I was about to say, but they needed to hear it. “The Lycan prince,” I began slowly, watching their expressions darken, “is looking for a girl. A girl with a white wolf tattoo on her thigh.”

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.

I put my hand on it and rubbed it teasingly. “Want me to take care of it, My Prince,” I asked and batted my lashes to add an extra effect. I wanted to tease him but soon, his eyes changed color. “F*ck!” I muttered when I noticed his Lycan’s eyes. Lycans are known for their extra possessiveness and immense power, but they also have insatiable sexlust. I didn’t know what to do at this moment. “Kandrix! I know you are here. Please talk to me,” I said, but his eyes didn’t change color.

The lousy prince was cowering in the corner, waiting for someone to come to his aid. My attention shifted to him. The sweet little thing was struggling to get up and it was evident that she wouldn’t be able to, so it was better to get things over with. I took another step forth, and the prince stumbled back, his eyes shooting to the hole above. He was wondering if he should fight a Lycan alone or if he should wait for help. I followed his vision, finding myself getting excited to spill blood. The more, the better sleep I would get at night. The blood of these assholes was just too sweet to spill.