All Chapters of Saved by the Lycan Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Trinity POV Music fills the air, along with the cheers of the room full of guests. The aroma of delicious food swirls around us, while the gold and black decorations sparkle under the lights, celebrating my wedding and symbolizing our names. I sit at the head table with my family and some of the wedding party as I scan the area. I can’t hold back the wide smile and my laughter as I watch my silly but dashing husband dance. His black tuxedo gives him that little extra flair to make him look like a model, and his shiny black hair shimmers under the strobe lights. Warmth fills my chest. I’m the luckiest woman alive. But it doesn’t stop the nagging feeling I’ve had all day long. I can’t put my finger on it. Something just feels off. I’m probably just being paranoid after all the recent rogue attacks and scuffles we’ve had with other packs and the Lycans. I push the annoying feeling to the back of my mind. A young, cheery server walks up to the table in front of me. Wit

Lance POVAs soon as the werewolves leave and I’m sure the coast is clear, I spin around and scoop up the injured wolf in my arms and then race to my car as fast as I can while cradling the injured wolf to not injure it more. Along the way, I tell my friends through the mind-link that I have to go without providing them any details. I then block the link and speed back home and to the hospital.This is the first time in years that I’m going back home on my own, and I’m not being forced to go back by my father for something ‘important’. After I turned 18, I left and seldom came back. As I dart in and out of traffic, I let the doctor know I’m coming. When I round the corner and the hospital comes into view, the doctors and nurses are already waiting outside. I come to a screeching halt right in front of the staff. But before I can open my door, the staff rushes to the passenger’s side and gently pulls the injured wolf out. I bolt out of the vehicle. A surge of anxiety rushes th

Lance POV I stand in front of my father’s office door, but no matter how I try, I can’t bring myself to knock. Dread creeps over me, and I’m frozen on the spot. What does he want? I don’t fear anything but my father. He is the only person who has the power to defeat me, but his disappointing looks are what hurts me the most. I know he has wanted me to take over for him, but he has agreed to allow me to spend some time exploring the world on my own before I take the crown. A part of me hopes he will skip me and put my younger brother on the throne instead, but I wouldn’t be so lucky. An image of the injured blonde wolf flashes through my mind. I take a deep breath and raise my hand. Knock. Knock. My father’s curt voice bellows, “Come in. You have been waiting out there long enough.” Gulp. I can do this. Before I lose my courage, I walk into his office. “You called for me.” My father looks up from his desk and the various piles of papers scattered across it. H

Lance POV My heart races as the doctor pauses for a moment. “Maybe we should go into her room.” I nod and turn towards the end of the hall. My feet move a little faster than normal, but I fight against it and keep a steady pace alongside the doctor. Once inside the room, the doctor shuts the door. As soon as he turns towards me, I practically pounce on him. “What is it, doc? Did something bad happen, or is she not going to recover?” He shakes his head. “It isn’t anything like that. I think we’ve gotten her identity figured out. There were several posts online about a wedding happening over in New Moon pack with their first ever female alpha heir to a guy from Dark Moon pack. I can do some more digging, but since there are very few female alphas with this strong of alpha blood, I can assume this injured wolf is her.” I glance across the room at the hospital bed and the unconscious blonde wolf. “I would agree with you. Did you hear about anything or what happened?” “Sor

Lance POV This can’t be possible. I blink, but it doesn’t change. I run my bloody finger along the deep gouge on Trinity’s cheek and my chest tightens. My father steps closer to the bed and grunts, “What is it? Did something go wrong?” My eyes widen and drift over to him. The words to explain it run through my head, but when I open my mouth nothing comes out. They are stuck on the lump in my throat. I move my mouth, but still nothing comes out. Confusion flashes across my father’s face. His patience runs thin as he barks, “Tell me what is going on.” His command has me instinctively responding as I mumble, “It is gone.” His face scrunches up as he stares at me. “What is gone? I don’t understand.” He turns his attention back to Trinity and slaps my hand away from her, before sliding his thumb over the area where the deep cut had been. He instantly realizes what I’m referring to and snaps his eyes back up to me and gasps, “The cut. It is gone.” In a daze, I nod.