All Chapters of Chosen By The Lycan Prince: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ESMERAYThe days that followed were catastrophic for me. It feels like after the incident with Donovan, Draven vowed not to leave me idle or let me away from his sight. I felt relieved though knowing that Donovan was no longer in the Lycaon palace and would not pose a threat to me anymore, but now I had to work, train, and attend meetings with Draven, which frankly speaking wasn’t as exciting as I’d envisioned it to be.The first two days in the office had me almost running mad. It was hard to understand half of the tasks delegated to me and Draven wasn’t a very patient person or good at explaining. There was so much to do and even though I was given the littlest tasks, I spent hours trying to put them together. I was slow, but thankfully, Draven hadn’t complained about my incompetence. Initially, the office set up for me was opposite his, but he’d moved my desk to a section of his office just so he could keep an eye on me. When I got lost on what to do sometimes, it was hard to ask

“You both look good together. You know I didn’t think for a second that a man like Prince Draven will settle for a woman like you,” Lady Abigail said ‘you’ in the most demeaning way I’d ever heard anyone say it. She was sorting through a large drawer in an ancient house that was stacked with different royal attires. Each attire had its own history and she earlier explained that every incoming Luna got a chance to choose the regalia she wanted on her mating ceremony as opposed to the belief that a particular dress was passed from one queen to another.“Abigail, I need to apologize to you,” I started, but her cold laugh stopped me short. She stopped searching the drawer and turned around to face me. I chose to ignore her cynical look and continued “The other time I accused you…”She raised a hand to silence me “You have nothing to apologize for, Esmeray,” she stopped and sighed “Briana was my only daughter, and she was beautiful….” She started to reach into her garment pockets where she

Second chances are very rare, and some believe it to be impossible. It is a known fact that only those highly loved by the moon goddess were given second chances.After Zayden, I never hoped to have a mate because I didn’t want Mena to suffer the same things in the hands of another man. I was better off alone, but I’m sure the moon goddess is seated cross-legged and laughing at me right now. How is this possible?As my eyes slowly started to flip open, I was half expecting it to be a dream, but it wasn’t. It felt too real, and the scent still surrounded me, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth. My hands tingled from where someone held me. The electric current traveled up my arms and went directly to my brain, making it hard for me to think.“You are awake,” his deep, rough voice held a little bit of concern, or is it my imagination? This man didn’t care for me, and there should be an explanation of what is going on right now. I snatched my arms away from his. He frowned, giving me a d

ESMERAYMy thoughts were with my mate for the remaining parts of the event, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over so that I can be alone with him. I felt different wearing his mark, I felt stronger, and my need for him was becoming unbearable. The sexual drive was high. I watched him closely as he addressed the crowd, my hands reaching to caress his mark on my neck. I swallowed thickly. I was hungry, but not for food.“You can’t wait to be alone with him, huh?” Scarlett nudged me. I turned to her and gave a weak smile. I’d almost forgotten she was seated next to me looking all radiant next to her mate. “You do not need to be shy. It’s normal,” she added with a wink.I blushed “I feel weird,” I confessed. I looked over to where he stood again, and that’s when I saw her. My best friend. Glaring at me. She shook her head and turned from me, heading for the exit.“Whats up with that one?” Scarlett nodded in her direction and then looked back at me.“Old friend,” I whispered, and I shrugge

Heart racing in my chest, I closed my eyes as his lips descended on mine, my lips parting of their own volition to accommodate him. Spasms of pleasure ripped through me when his tongue found mine, and I let out a small moan. His left hand gripped the back of my head and his other arm around my waist crushed my body against his. His sweet scent wafted through my nostrils, and my body itched, wanting his hands on every part of me. I have never felt desperate to have someone as much as I wanted him in that instant.“Mine,” he growled lustfully against my lips, and the possessiveness in his voice caused my core to tighten. I forgot about all the complications surrounding us, I forgot about how badly he’d treated me in the past. I forgot about all the mean and derogatory words he ever used on me, I forgot Heather’s warning about him discarding me as soon as he was done with me. I was treading on dangerous grounds, but the only thing that mattered was this man, in whose arms I wanted to rem