Novel & Cerita The Werewolf Prince Is My Pet

Right where Levi's daughter was sitting, there's a magnificent whit wolf adorned with wings and rare gems and ornaments. Wow! I never knew a wolf could be this white or this big. She is massive with a mane Luke that of a horse. With an aura so oppressive and an underlying anger, she majestically saunters towards the door. Luckily, these are double doors. Else she would not have been able to fit. That pup who was fighting me, Ethan I guess that's his name, runs to open the doors wider for her. If I hadn't been told that the prince was her mate, I would have believed that this pup is her mate. Whatever it is, he seems to have a thing for the warrior's daughter. The prince lazily acknowledge hi

He first bowed then responded while stuttering "My name is Reed and," Then paused for a minute still in physically pain from his bruises of being beaten up by someone. "Don't waste my time you dumb idiot beast, just tell me the valuable information you have!" I shouted impatiently. "It’s about the Vampires." he quickly muttered. That really got my attention when I heard the word "Vampires." I loathed each and every one of those filthy bloody creatures within every inch of my body. "What about them?" I urged him to continue. "The Vampire Prince specifically, he came to my house and took her." he replied.

Maxine remarked. "However, I hate to break it to you, but you aren't in a romance movie. And if you were the protagonist in a novel, the author writing your love life is a total jerk. You should be mad at the author just for letting you fall in love with a guy who carries a massive responsibility like Xian." She explained that Xian was a vampire prince, whereas I was nothing more than a lowly werewolf. This wasn't about how sweet our love story started or how ready we were to fight for it.

For ten years, I served the vampire prince Damon as his blood servant. The night I turned eighteen, he finally made me his woman. My dream come true. Except now I know the truth: I was just his practice run before he married into vampire nobility. "One more time." Damon’s voice echoed in the dark. His cold fingers gripped my chin, forcing my head up. My body was limp, and I was gasping against his chest. "I… I can't," I rasped.

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.

After all, our priests had always used it in purification rituals for the pack. The islanders began breeding Reveira Frogs and cultivating Valerian Octornia. They were busier than ever, but their smiles were brighter, their laughter more frequent. I purchased another island, setting up a company and factories under my human identity. Orders flooded in from every corner of the world, and the wealth in my hands multiplied. With it, the werewolf pack flourished. I bought more islands. Built schools. Developed infrastructure. Improved the quality of life for our people.

I was running away from home, yes, but nothing had been planned out. Just then, the door opened, revealing the master. “Finally, you are awake. Marion had come in to check on you so many times, but you were flat out cold. Very bad for a werewolf.” The master said, and I nodded. “I’m sorry, I guess I was tired.” I said, expecting him to say something about me still being in his sister’s room, but he did none of the sort. Instead, he walked up to me and checked my arms and legs.

My own heart racing at the sight of him, despite me never showing any interest in him, I didn’t have time to do so anyway, and with Nina wanting to be his wife, it would be wrong doing so, but the clench in my chest at the thought of her being with him ached with a sensation that I could not, and honestly, did not want to understand, I knew where I should be standing and I would not be betraying my friend, the girl who saved my life, for a lad that didn’t even know I existed. Prince Nathan was the current ruler of the kingdom we lived in, which was currently ruled by werewolves, as the human king decided that werewolves ruling the kingdom would be far safer than him, especially with a vampir

The best has yet to come. Their prince resembled the prince of hell very closely, right about now. They could actually feel goosebumps prickling and rising along their skins just by looking at him. Their prince. They knew he was strong, but they had absolutely no idea he was this powerful. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought he could be stronger than the greatly feared half-blooded Werewolves who were supposed to be the strongest of all. How? Why? When did the prince became this powerful? Or… was he already always this formidable?

He was a Prince, but apart from his wolf smell which he seemed to have gotten used to, he liked the feel of his soft skin against his fingers, even the sound of his voice was more than enough to turn him on. If not that they had both somehow passed out, he knew that he would have definitely gone all the way. Moreover, the thought of doing it with a werewolf excited Geran. “What do you…” “I want us to finish what we started,” but Geran had just spoken when he looked up to see Darun scoff and chuckle at him almost at the same time. “We’re both men are you crazy?” Drain asked slowly coming to the conclusion that the prince in front of them was slightly mad.