"Kate says I’m too soft, but I don’t see it that way," I said quietly. "I’m doing this for me. I can be weak sometimes, and if Robert goes to werewolf court because of me and they find him guilty, I’ll feel responsible. The guilt will eat at me. I know I won’t be able to shake it off, and I just can’t change that about myself. So please, Michael, can you help me—for my sake?"Michael turned to face me again, his eyes locking onto mine. "He almost destroyed you," he said, his voice strained with anger. "I let him go once because you asked me to. And now you want me to plead for him? For a bastard who nearly took my mate away from me? Every part of me wants to kill him right now!""I know," I replied, feeling a pang of frustration. "I don’t act like a typical werewolf. But you never knew me before college. Back then, I was just a regular, unknown girl. I didn’t want to hurt anyone."Our eyes met, and I could see myself reflected in his pupils. He was studying me closely, as if trying to
I had noticed it a few days ago—I felt more connected to Michael, not just physically but emotionally. At the time, I assumed it was because we’d been spending so much time together. But now, as Michael spoke, it was clear that he meant something more than just our closeness. There was a deeper meaning behind his words, especially when he mentioned the Lycans and marking.Michael smirked, pretending to complain, "You’re so full of passion these days. You’re practically wearing me out. I didn’t realize you had such a wild side!"I shot him an irritated look, not appreciating how he twisted the situation. "Just explain what you meant," I said, cutting through his playful tone.Michael’s smile faded, and his expression grew serious. "I’ve kept you close for the past few days. Have you felt trapped? Do you still think I’m just some unreasonable tyrant?"I didn’t dare to say what I was thinking—Aren’t you? Instead, I just gave him a sideways glance.Michael let out a long sigh. "I’m not a
I nodded as Michael explained. Even though we were werewolves, we had adapted to human society and followed many of their educational systems. One of the key lessons was about Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution, which he had developed after years of observing animals, plants, and geology. His hypothesis—that all species evolved from a common ancestor through natural selection and the survival of the fittest—was a cornerstone of modern biology.We, as werewolves, accepted this theory, especially because our own existence was a result of a mutation that blended the characteristics of wolves and humans. Over centuries of evolution, we had taken on this hybrid form."The royal Lycans understand this process more deeply than any human anthropologist ever could," Michael continued. "We have a direct connection to our ancestors, and our bloodline is evidence of that. In the beginning, Lycans and werewolves weren’t as united as they are today. Lycans saw themselves as superior, looking down
As Michael spoke, my mind drifted, trying to process everything. If what he said was true, then his actions—what he did to me—weren't just out of anger but were part of some bigger plan. Helping me. Strengthening me. Still, it was hard to wrap my head around the idea that sex could accelerate energy conversion. Who knew werewolves and Lycans had such an unconventional method of transformation?"The way you Lycans transform werewolves is...," I hesitated, wanting to say "lewd" but not finding the nerve to say it out loud.Michael flashed a wicked smile. "Of course not."I thought about everything that had happened between us and couldn’t help but ask, “Then, what exactly did you do to me?”"Typically, if the Moon Goddess pairs a werewolf with a Lycan mate, the werewolf will slowly evolve into a Lycan over time," Michael explained casually. "How fast that happens depends on the strength of the Lycan and the bond between them. But," he added, his grin widening, "sex is the quickest way t
As I focused on the blonde woman standing across the room, a deep unease settled over me. After my run-in with Alison, I had developed a natural aversion to blondes. But this woman was different. While Alison was youthful and attention-seeking, this stranger had an air of maturity and elegance that was hard to ignore. She was poised, confident, and carried herself with a kind of regal grace that radiated power.Her striking sapphire-blue eyes captured the attention of everyone in the room, and her skin had a healthy, glowing sheen. There was no denying that she was a royal Lycan. Unlike others I’d seen, she didn’t wear her status like a weapon. She exuded confidence, but it wasn’t the arrogant, showy kind. It was quiet, self-assured—like she knew exactly who she was and didn’t need to prove it to anyone.I frowned, unsure of who she was or why she was here.The blonde noticed me standing beside Michael, but her gaze swept past me like I wasn’t even worth acknowledging. It was as if I
The distant, detached expression that had clouded Michael’s face was completely gone. Now, his eyes were on me, full of curiosity, as if I had just done something totally unexpected.I had shouted at the top of my lungs, and now, every single person in the room was staring at me like I was some kind of wild animal. My arm was still raised, my fist clenched tight, while Mia, my wolf, was raging inside me, practically clawing at the surface, desperate to take control.I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I wasn’t normally like this—so impulsive, so aggressive. But something about this woman, Joanna, was setting me off in a way I’d never felt before.“Mia, we can’t just go around attacking people!” I whispered internally, trying to reason with her.“She’s touching our mate,” Mia growled back at me. “Get her away from him!”And just like that, Sasha chimed in, backing Mia’s demand with her own snappy voice. “Joanna, I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. Get out.”Joanna’s eyes finally l
I followed Michael back to the room like a puppet, my mind buzzing with confusion and questions. Once we were inside, I sat down at the table, my eyes searching his face for some sort of explanation. What had just happened to me? Why did I feel so... different? The only logical conclusion was that it had something to do with what Michael had mentioned earlier—about me becoming a royal Lycan. But I needed to hear it from him. I needed to understand.Michael, as if sensing my distress, sat down beside me and gently stroked my hair. The calming sensation of his touch rippled through me, grounding me in a way nothing else could. He lowered his head and kissed my forehead softly. I instinctively leaned into him, feeling more connected to him than ever. His strong, muscular arms felt like small hills beneath my hands, each one pulsing with strength and warmth. I traced the lines of his muscles, marveling at how they seemed both firm and flexible at the same time.“Are you alright, my little
A month ago, if someone had told me I’d be confused about sex, I would have laughed. The idea seemed absurd at the time. But now, everything in my life had taken a sharp turn, and nothing felt certain anymore.I had been claimed by a royal Lycan prince as his mate, dragged into his world, and whisked away to live in his home. Not to mention, my ex-mate had chased me down, and Michael nearly killed him. The whirlwind of events had me spinning, but it didn’t stop there. Michael also told me I would be transforming into a royal Lycan like him. Just recently, I’d lashed out at another royal Lycan woman and, much to my embarrassment, found myself constantly craving Michael. This wasn’t me. My life had done a complete 180.It all sounded like a plot from a melodramatic soap opera, but up until a month ago, I had lived such an ordinary, unremarkable life that most people barely noticed me. Now, everything was different, and there was no going back. I knew I’d have to face whatever came next.