Novel & Cerita The Werewolf Prince Is My Pet

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Roselle. "It is said that all werewolf royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Tina and Roselle immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Roselle thought about it, she had yet to see a werewolf with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Romeo. Even within the crowd of Werewolves who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

The looming threat of the rogue werewolves, now more organized and dangerous than ever, had forced even the most rivalrous clans to unite under a common cause. Alex Robert Macrobat, a 30-year-old werewolf and mother, stood beside her son, Prince Kai. Alex’s journey from a human to a werewolf had been marked by tragedy and transformation. She had embraced her new identity after her mother was killed by a werewolf, leading her to the United States where she met her werewolf clan and learned to control her werewolf form. Alex eventually gave birth to Kai, who inherited her werewolf genes and bore a striking resemblance to his father, Kim.

I asked because I wanted to know more about them. "My apologies! We forgot to introduce ourselves to you. My name is Xavier Malcolm and his name is Xayden Malcolm. We are the Prince of the werewolf kingdom but we were waiting for our mate but guess what! Our wait is over now," He said in a happy and cheery tone. "Huh? So, Will you accept a lowly hybrid as your mate and queen without any fuss? I mean, Your people will not accept me as your mate," I changed my words to not offend them but their smiles faltered in a second.

My four wolf legs landed right in front of the four traitors, who always put on a frightened face. I've managed to switch shifts with the lazy prince. This Alpha wolf of mine roared loudly, then jumped up and ruffled the bodies of the three of them. Prince is famous for having high speed easily tearing their bodies, biting their necks, and scratching every inch of their bodies until they are decomposed like torn paper. The prince's black fur was soaked with the blood of the traitors, and his fangs sharpened as more and more of the flesh he tore shattered.

I mean, they might somehow be Whadh's–" The snarling Prince knocked the lamp off the lean table that it was sitting peacefully, jerking our souls off our bodies. "I'm right here and you're still referring to me like you're talking to someone else!" "You're a Prince but the Whadh I know too well is an Alpha of fifteen packs and he's also a werewolf." It was difficult to push those words out of me, knowing it could get a knife to my throat this time, even before letting the leg heal.

After a couple of seconds, the prince loudly sighed and put on a defeated look as he stood up and dusted his clothes. “Anyway, I came here for my sister. If Alpha Talascar doesn't want to share bread with this poor prince, then I will just sadly go to her without bidding you farewell,” he started talking in a sad manner. I blinked at the prince, surprised. The prince of the werewolves was someone who was known to have a stern and strict disposition. ‘The gossip really can’t be trusted,’ I thought. ‘Like how they painted Lewis as an ugly monster… when in fact… he looked really… really good…’ My face felt warmer.

"My Prince," a woman's voice called out softly. Steph gracefully entered his chambers, draped in a luxurious red silk robe. Steph was truly a stunning she-wolf, with her long, flowing blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and a figure that could make any heart skip a beat. Malakai had indulged in pleasure with her body on multiple occasions. Of all the she-wolves he bedded, Steph knew she was his favorite. Nobody could satisfy the Prince quite like she could.

I grab it and nod, but I don't say anything else, I just turn around and walk back home, in a trance. I'm still stuck in the prince and Alpha thing, I’m guessing that’s like their president or first minister, since there’s also a king. Maybe I would've doubted this whole thing before he confessed his real name, but there's no way there's another Leopoldo that happens to look exactly like him. Motherfucking liar. He’s a werewolf. An important one. This means I've been fucking and living with a werewolf, one who is worth three million dollars. You know what I’m worth? Three million nothings. Nothing.

'Prince! What the heck are you doing?!' Remus snapped at his wolf. He was sitting on the bed in the room he was using, a room lent by his friend Luis. The surprise this morning couldn't erase the madness that Prince had just done while he was asleep. 'I can't stand it, man!' Prince answered innocently. He felt what he was doing was just normal... So normal for an unmated wolf who got a girl bitten, after all the girl is their mate…or what the human said, wife.

“You are mine, and it is your blood that I will lick from my teeth when this is finished.” Barely a moment passes before the prince responds, throwing himself as far from Sinclair’s grasp as he can as Sinclair takes a mighty swipe at him, the claws growing from the edges of his fingertips as he moves. A chase begins, with the Prince moving away from Sinclair as quickly as he can and shifting as he goes. Sinclair gives chase like lightening, taking his own gigantic wolf form to face the prince’s.