The Unknown Lycan Princess Novels & Stories

I said thoughtfully. "Yes." She snapped her fingers. "It would be something like Avalyn Aine Alvarez-Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Princess of the Faye kingdom, and Queen of the Mozog Kingdom," she said and grinned at me like a proud mother. "My baby has grown so much." She wiped a fake tear from her eye and hugged me. I hugged her back, laughing. I really have come a long way. "But we have to keep me being a princess or being a faye a secret. No one should know about it," I said. I knew she would never tell a soul but I was just worried.

“No. I think I’m just getting there.” Her smile widens as she sits down next to me. “I’m sorry I haven’t met you sooner, but I’ve been away for a few weeks on business.” She reaches out her hand. “I’m Fiona. Lance’s mother.” My mouth nearly falls to the ground as I scurry out of my chair and bow to her. “I’m sorry, your majesty. I didn’t recognize you.” She darts out of her chair and gently pats my arms while pushing me back into my chair. “Don’t be sorry, but I don’t know if I should have a reaction for you not recognizing me. I am the Lycan Queen.”

“I’m sorry, I'm losing control I—” “Are you willing to do anything for your son?” Lydia asked, taking me off guard. Why did she suddenly ask that? Lydia sighed before folding her arms. “Actually…I have a solution for you. But, I don’t know if you want to accept it since it’s kinda risky and most workers fail. But say, Rowena... Do you want to seduce the Lycan Prince?”

She went silent for sometime,She had thought of why the king never wanted her and it was clear to her now . "How did it happen?"she asked Damon. "They have been betrothed to each other since they were pups ,I mean His father and her father were best friends from different packs ."Amelia was ,once again, surprised. "You mean she is not one of you?"she asked , surprised at the shocking discovery. "She isn't,she is the princess of Veruna pack .Her father is the strongest Lycan king in the world if Lycan and also,Prince Ethan's father 's best friend "He stated .

A guard had come to bring me this meal, but that was it. Mate… I didn’t want to believe that that… brute could be my fated mate. The ‘Prince of the Lycans’, or so they said. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought that a Lycan might be my mate. They were so far removed from our world, so cut off from us despite sharing our ancestry, that I’d never even considered it to be possible. My wolf had gone back to sleep after recognizing him, unfortunately, so I couldn’t question whether she was mistaken or not. But he seemed to have recognized me as his mate as well, so it might not have been a mistake after all, no matter how badly I wanted it to be.

“No one has ever explained why. I deserve to know.” Adrian stared down at me, his jaw working as he wrestled with himself. I recognized that look. My father used to wear it every time I asked about where my mother was from, or about the mark, or my wolf. That agonizing pause where someone decides you aren't strong enough for the truth. I wanted to scream at him. I wasn’t a child. “Don’t hesitate, I deserve to know.” "This involves secrets of the Lycan royal family," he said finally. "Secrets that I don't know the full details of. It would be better if you didn't know either. Because everyone who should know is dead."

"I've never experienced anything like it. Sierra – my Lycan – she kept pushing me toward something, but I didn't understand what. Then yesterday, I just... knew. I knew I needed to be at the palace. I knew I needed to be there that night." "So you crashed a royal wedding reception?" I couldn't keep the admiration from my voice. A mischievous smile played at her lips. "I may have mentioned to the guards that I was Lord Thornfield's niece, arriving late. He has so many relatives even he can't keep track of them all." I threw back my head and laughed, delight coursing through me. This woman – my mate – had defied convention, followed prophetic dreams, and committed minor fraud just to find me.

She didn't move to touch it, but her eyes went to the symbols anyway, and her expression shifted in recognition, or close to it. "A woman of silver blood," I said, "born low and forged in fire, will either crown a new age or burn the old one to ash. I've spent eleven years chasing that sentence, Gina. Eleven years, and then a scullery maid appears in the Lycan palace and the oldest wards in this kingdom light up around her like she was expected." "That doesn't mean it's me." "Doesn't it?" I tilted my head. "You transformed a set of standing stones outside a royal forest without meaning to. You've unraveled two grown women's minds without laying a hand on them.

“I’m just scared for her. We know nothing about this man and he said she would make a great pet. Kurt, is he going to treat her like an animal?” “Let’s hope not. Riley did tell me that man was the Lycan prince. Not many Lycans exist,” My forehead creases. “He’s not a werewolf?” “He is just stronger and different. I don’t know much Riley just said he’s different and way stronger than a werewolf, he’s even stronger than the king of wolves,” My stomach tightens. And my chest squeezes.

Of course, if this was true I'd have gotten rid of him a long time ago. Bianca looked so confused it almost broke my heart. It occurred to me that she probably thought I was some sort of evil monster trying to kill her and her family. "A Lycan?" she echoed, clearly unfamiliar with the term. I take a deep breath before speaking, "Lycans are... different. Stronger than werewolves," I started, explaining the distinction "My father is a powerful Lycan king. The man I was betrothed to was a Lycan king as well. He was much older than me, and his past is marred by the mysterious deaths of his previous wives."