The Unknown Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

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.

Arya's pov I got out of the car, looking at the pathetic packhouse. It's not as big as any of ours. I go into the packhouse. I realize the males and females are gawking at me. Of course, they will. I'm a Lycan Princess. Lycans are superior to wolves. We are stronger, more sophisticated, and graceful, even more beautiful than other supernatural beings.

I see her eyes change as she says that, and I open my mouth to ask if she’s okay, but I stop mid-sentence when the door opens and everyone gets to their feet, hush falling over the room. My head snaps to the entrance as I do the same, and there she is, standing tall and regal, the first queen of Lycaon. I feel my heartbeat change as I stare in awe at the woman who became the first human queen to rule powerful Lycans. I watch as she moves through the crowd after telling everyone to sit, and I feel my chest swell in admiration.

You dare not interrupt her or ask any questions until she is finished. At eighty five, she’d died without a mate or child. Poor Madam Cora. I’d loved her like a mother, but my father had been the one to end her life. 'The moon goddess had chosen the first king after many activities and a war that proved him worthy, and that was the start of the royal Lycan heritage. The royal Lycans can move with the speed of light, and there are rumors that some of them have the power to control the elements of nature,' she’d paused and crossed her hands over her knees, then turned to us.

Saying that I cut the call and waited to reach the office as soon as possible. I knew about the girl but we had never met before. She was the Lycan King’s only daughter. The Lycan Princess. Her Dad was my father's best friend. Dad had already told me about her. And what had happened to her? When he told me that she was betrayed two times in love I felt bad for her. At first, her mate betrayed her so she rejected him and married Alpha Sebastian but he left her for his first mate who came back five years later with his son.

“When Ser Dorian asked the girl to stand up I almost absolutely knew that you were the one he was referring to.” “Oh that is his name? It is like I am a magnet for drama because I am sure that almost all of us in the hall wanted to roll our eyes at her annoying little speech.” Riya said and plopped down on her chair while Isolde chuckled. “It was just unfortunate that I was the only one who did it and that Lycan saw me, and I was so far away from the table, how was I supposed to know that he would see that?” “That is why they are the royalty, their senses and power is so much more stronger than ours is.” Isolde said with a laugh.

Then she smiled. "So you're Lyra." My eyebrow furrowed. "Yes." "I'm Sage." She said. I had heard the name before from whispers among the servants. She is one everyone believed would become the next Luna of Stormbringer after his failed contract marriage. My stomach tightened. She walked around me slowly, examining me. "I expected you to look worse." I blinked. "I'm sorry?" She laughed softly. "Don't pretend you don't understand." I held my gaze. "You are here because the Lycan King was deceived into believing you were worthy of becoming his mate."

Digby hadn't revealed our true identities to Kelsey, but as the Lycan princess of the Silver Moon Pack, I definitely wanted her to shine at the upcoming awards gala. While we were browsing, a woman's voice suddenly called out. "Kelsey, you actually came here? These clothes are worth tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. Do you think someone like you can afford them?" The woman entered with a designer handbag, her tone dripping with arrogance. A claw-like sensation brushed through my mind, my wolf exhaling a relaxed breath. I sniffed the air. It was the faint scent of another Alpha. I frowned. This woman was an Alpha, though her scent was weak and fragile. She didn't seem strong.

She continued and I snorted. Going towards the sound, I met three girls laughing but the laughter was wiped away from their faces when they saw me. "What are you talking about?” They looked at each other and then back at me, unsure if they wanted to talk but one glare and they told me what I needed to know. "We s-saw t-the Lycan King's mate in the restroom and we think she's beautiful.” One of them replied. Jager growled, "of course she is, and she's ours.”

"Me and her mother will take her back to the coven sanctuary for the time being. I believe you will have your hands full in the coming weeks, Alpha." "What do you mean by that?" I demand, stepping between Love and my father. Malaysia gives me a crooked, mocking smile that sets my teeth on edge. "Well, my young prince. Your dear princess's existence is no longer a secret. The wind carries the scent of her blood. Now everyone knows about her." My chest heaves as the words sink in. "Everyone?" "The last female lycan," Malaysia whispers, her eyes gleaming with a strange, dark amusement. "Every unmated male from here to the northern borders knows she breathes."