The Lycan Prince’s Puppy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“He’s a Lycan,” “He smells like an elite!” “Wait, is he a Lycan Royal?” “Oh my God, It’s the prince!” “The prince is in our pack, he visited us for the first time. This is so cool!” someone from the crowd exclaimed excitedly. They have been trying to guess who he was, and now that they have found out that he is the Lycan prince, they just couldn’t contain their excitement. I doubted it for a while, I just can’t believe that this guy that I bumped into, this guy that I just met and yet I’m having dirty fantasies about him. I just can’t believe that he is the future king of all wolves, it’s just so unbelievable!

Show Kane who she belongs to. Aiden’s breath came in shallow gasps as he wrestled with the storm inside him. He’d rejected Lyra, and now the pack was on the verge of being consumed by chaos. Fighting Kane was madness. Kane was a Lycan Prince - stronger, faster, more dangerous. But the wolf didn’t care about logic or survival. All it cared about was the claim. Do it, the wolf growled, its voice a seductive, dangerous whisper. Challenge him. Show her you still care. Take her back.

But she brushed the feeling aside for a while, grateful that she had at least good company here. Lycan King and his mate entered the house. The members cheered for the couple and welcomed the new member. "Have you brought this for us, Luna Queen?" One of the puppies inquired, leaping around Princess Orla and pointing to the Raby in her arms. He was practically salivating over it. Orla could see the rabbit's hunger in his eyes. She pressed it even harder against her chest. Lycan King sort of announced before she could open her mouth to respond to the little boy,

“I feel embarrassed to say this and I worry that you might be angry but my real name is Seffastian Darrow.” What? Darrow? Then was he the- “Yes, I am the second prince of the Darrow Kingdom,” he said, his eyes hiding from mine as he looked down. “What? The prince of Darrow! You are not just an annoying Lycan but one of the royals?” My mother gritted, her hatred for Lycans shading up at the mention of this. “I thought you were just an ordinary Lycan but now that you are a prince- huh, this has made things difficult for me.”

My heart drums in my ears as I gaze upon her, her shiny black fur sparkling slightly under the moon while her piercing gemstone eyes twinkle. "You are beautiful," I hear Paris whisper as he takes small steps toward her. He reaches out and strokes her fur before leaning his head against hers as though he can hear her thoughts and feel her emotions. I suppose he can since it's his blood in her and they are mates. I look at him as he straightens up and see so much pride and love in his eyes before the sound of bones snapping fills my ears, and just as I finish blinking, a silver Lycan stands before me.

He folds his arms, watching Stephen closely. “Well, it’s just…” Stephen stammers, scratching the back of his head. “We’re talking about a Lycan prince here—a blood-hungry one, freshly escaped. His first instinct would be to hunt, regain his strength. Isn’t it strange? He leaves a trace, but there’s no attack, no wounded, no… chaos.” Marco clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing. “So, you’re saying he could’ve just… wandered through? No harm, no confrontation?” He shakes his head, unconvinced. “That doesn’t sound like Lowell.”

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at the pack and that he was suppose

“Though there is something you might not be glad to know.” Without turning back to look at him, I asked, “What is it?” “She’s a member of the Lycan Pack now.”

“I tried to talk to Lexy, but the Lycan prince interrupted us. They’re dating. I stand no chance against him.” What? He met Lexy. And she is with a prince. Useless, wolfless Lexy? Dating a prince? That couldn’t be true. Alpha Jacob chuckled. “Son, everyone knows the Lycan prince’s reputation. He’s a womanizer. Lexy doesn’t offer him much—no rank, no wolf, not even rare beauty...” He was echoing my thoughts word for word. “He’ll get bored of her in a week,” he continued, “and then you can swoop in, play the hero, and mend her little broken heart.”