All Chapters of Stealing the Lycan's Son: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

21. Alaric“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Fergus shrugged at me. I huffed, ignoring him, turning to face the window and blocking him from my thoughts. It didn’t take long for me to doze off.I already lost track of how much time passed when the most amazing, mouth-watering scent entered my nose. I only took a whiff off it but it woke my lycan instantly, sending him over the edge as he demanded he take control of me. “Shit!” I cursed, getting out of the car just as Fergus parked my jeep in front of the pack house. I hear Fergus calling my name after me but my body is adamant to follow that scent. “Mate!” He roared in my head, not wanting to stop at anything before we could dive into the source of that irresistible, delicious scent.“Lycan!” I try to command him but he just wouldn’t let go of his grip. He is out of it, but I would understand since I am feeling the same intensity of desire coursing through my veins. I have to admit, the scent is just too irresistible, and I barely eve

23. CamillaIt was different. The second time around. He was… gentler. Holding me like I was a piece of glass he was terrified of breaking. I did not know why, but I was sure he was being careful, although I could tell he wanted to get rough.I did not voice out my thoughts, thinking I was just probably overthinking it again. Days passed by quickly. Come the mating ceremony, the King made sure that everything was absolutely perfect. It amazed me how well he handled and planned the event. It felt like everything flowed exactly the way he wanted it. He had invited all state packs in the kingdom and announced the big news. That his son has found a mate. He also gave a speech, but it sounded to me more like I was a breeder, a submissive female whose duty is to pop out an heir. He declared that once the day arrives that I give him an heir, he will step down from the throne and hand down the title to Alaric. I did not object though, because I knew he would just wave the contract in front

ALARIC’S POV: “Welcome back, your highness,” Fergus greeted me in the hallway across my office, opening the door. I rolled my eyes at him. “Drop it.” He put his palms up in the air, following me into my office. “Who got you so cranky?” he asks, playfulness in his words. Tossing my leather jacket over my seat, I plopped down the chair, running a hand down my face feeling exasperated. “Having problems with the mate?” He started, leaning against the wall. I shook my head and laughed. “In fact, none at all.” I shrugged, meeting his confused gaze. He furrowed his brows. “Then what’s with the frown?” He asked. “Nothing,” I lie through gritted teeth. I pull my arms together against my chest before twirling the swivel chair to the opposite direction, not wanting to face Fergus and his nonstop questions about why the fuck I was in such a mood. He quickly moved to my side and now he is leaning against my table, raising his brows even higher. “Doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, tilt

Camilla’s POV:I stared after Alaric as he entered the King’s office. As soon as the door closed behind him, I felt a presence rush to my side.Slowly, I turned my head and lifted my eyes to meet a pair of piercing hazel ones. Identical to Alaric’s. Only his were blood red. As our eyes lock, I feel a tug inside me. A pull as I stared into his eyes. He stares right back, mesmerized.I tore my gaze away immediately as a thought suddenly dawned on me. My wolf sniffed the air around us. It did not take me long to realize it was his scent she was smelling, and she seemed to enjoy it.Looking down at my feet, I clenched the hem of my dress. Thinking to myself. Why does it feel like I want to be close to him?He cleared his throat, snatching my attention from the polish on my toes when I felt his fingers lift my chin.“You… What is your name?” he asked in a soft tone.Embarrassment and panic coursed through me at the position he has put me in. He lifted my chin so that I was looking directly

Camilla's POV: The moment he reached out to touch me, I could have sworn my body reacted quite positively. I'm not sure. And I would have found out if Alaric was not pummeling him in bloody. "Alaric, stop!" I shouted, panic rushing through me. But, judging from the way he continued hammering his fists into Devon's poor face, he had me blocked out from his senses. "Stop!" This time, I screamed from the top of my lungs. Alaric had his twin brother lying on the grass, not wasting any time to throw punches at him. Surprisingly, I don't see Devon fighting back. He just lays there with his arms spread out, letting his brother materialize his rage by making him his personal bloody punching bag. "Alaric!" I yelled at him only for him to snap his head up, staring directly into me. His furious gaze felt like a hole boring into my face. Suddenly, I had a loss for words. "You don't want him hurt?" He questioned, squinting his eyes. I opened my mouth but there was no words. It felt as if