Novel & Cerita The Werewolf Prince Is My Pet

I bit my lip hard, trying to take the disrespect, and without hesitating, I blocked his path, ready to attack the moment my wolf felt something off about him. He paused and watched closely. “I only answer to the princess, so get out of my way before I strike you down,” he replied. His pupils were crimson red now. I wanted to talk back, but rather my wolf stayed mute. Acknowledging a higher authority. I coughed and swallowed back the words in my throat. Who on earth is this man? "Damian! What's all the commotion about?” We both turned in the direction of the voice and stared at Hazel; the sunlight shone through her eyes, making them brighter than any star I had seen at night.

That was a lot of money and it just showed people that the royals have enough money to spare. “If I may ask your highness, what do you intend to do with this human.” The old scrawny lord asked the Prince with shaky voice; barely even sparing the lord a glance, Prince Damien curled his lips into a sinister smirk as his gaze was fully fixed on Lucy. “That is for me to know and for you to never find out.” He replied sending a chill along the old vampire’s spine as he walked up to claim his prize.

“Well, a trash could still become a treasure.” “You’re not helping!” Austin continued walking off. “Please, your highness. Wait!” “What!” exclaimed Austin, stopping abruptly. Grump bumped into his shoulder with a thump. "Ouch. Could you not stop like that," groaned Grump. He was rubbing his nose from the painful encounter with Austin's rock hard body. "Tell me, before I start walking again." “You say you wanted to have a grey wolf in your pack, right?” “And?” “Which the cursed princess is a Grey wolf.”

Everything was repeating itself. They walked through the dark tunnel before coming into an opening. There was a door to her right and they were dragged in there. To her shock, the people in there were from the mansion only. But what caused her inside to twist up in knots was that they all were werewolves and they were the guards from the mansion. She had seen them, but there were two other faces. They had congratulated her when Draco had declared her as his mate and she had noticed hatred in their eyes for her. Adrian had told her they were the richest businessman in the kingdom. Also, they loathe humans to the core.

he grunted inside of his head before he shook his head and proceeded walking, completely ignoring the prince. He couldn't think of anything better than reaching their pack and speaking with the former alpha. He needed a replacement for he lacks the patience to deal with his subject's eccentric personality. 'A shifter who doesn't have a wolf.' What kind of rubbish is that? ' Venom mentally rasped as he remembered their earlier conversation. He'd never heard of a werewolf who was born without a wolf. There have been no reports of abnormalities in their species that he was not informed of. Nonetheless, whether the prince was telling the truth or making an excuse, his decision had been made.

The alpha of the werewolves spoke up. "What do you mean by that? Why are we the only ones to take the blame?" the fairy queen queried in her high tinkling voice. "Who else should take the blame? Aren't you fairies known for prancing and flirting through the human world?" the alpha retorted. "But we aren't the only ones, Prince Starlix attacked a human town as well, why aren't you blaming him. Is it because he is a vampire." the fairy asked angrily. "Is that true, Queen of vampires? Did your son attack a human town?" the Alpha asked.

How can he stay calm in this kind of situation? "I said, I am taking my mate." My lips parted at his response to Alpha Cyrus. The series of gasps from the werewolves surrounding us tickled my ears. I looked at the stranger's face with wide eyes. I thought I was just hearing things when I heard him said that earlier. A—Are we actually... "You must be mistaken, Prince," Alpha Cyrus insisted, his voice steady but strained. Prince? I felt my breath caught in my throat as the realization hit me. This man was no ordinary stranger. He was a werewolf prince!!!

Must be as a result of being fat and having never exercised in her entire life. The wannabe predator prowled into the clearing I was standing in and that was when I got my first view of it. Wolf. it was as balck as night, not a hint of color on it anywhere else, well except for its eyes. It had an oddly mesmerizing stormy grey eyes that tried to bore a hole into me. It sniffed the air before cocking its head at me. Those eyes reflected its confusion, almost like it was trying to figure me out. This was no ordinary wolf but a werewolf. Another of those blessed humans, but instead of wielding a fraction of magic, they turned into furry beasts. Actually, I doubted blessed is what I call a human

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

He raises an eyebrow at me, a mocking glint in his eye just before he winks. I hope he doesn’t notice my shudder as I quickly turn away. As I follow my rescuer and captor through the palace, I notice that not all those serving werewolves wear collars. Hoping that he’s still pleased enough with how I held my ground at dinner, I dare to ask Prince Owen about it. “There are human pets in the palace,” he answers, and I’m delighted that he’s explaining this to me, “and there are also Omegas. Omegas do not wear collars.”