All Chapters of Mated To My Lycan Prince: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Vivian's POVSomething's not right.I'm hiding in the bedroom, pacing around with my arms crossed, like an ant trapped in a hot pot with no way out.Ever since I encountered that mysterious man in the garden – no, I should now call him Albert – my mind has been in turmoil.He's definitely not a messenger for the rogues, or more accurately, not a werewolf at all. I bit my lip, recalling his appearance and that peculiar scent. It was a chilling, somewhat sweet smell, mixed with the stale stench of old blood. It didn't have the warmth and vitality that werewolves possess.It's... I clutch the hem of my robe, my mind racing back to the knowledge my master once imparted to me. Suddenly, a memory strikes me.It was a snowy winter's night, and my master and I were sitting by the fire in our cabin deep within the forest. Her long, translucent nails tapped against the window frame as she gazed at the moon in the sky. She smiled and said, "Vivian, do you know what else besides werewolves are ca

Catherine's POV"Hmm~" Lancaster whimpered, trembling as sweat instantly covered his skin under the white cloth restraints.I couldn't deny the twisted satisfaction I felt watching him struggle, especially when he was bound like that. If my nails pushed a slight twist in his wounds, he would convulse in pain.Perhaps reaching the threshold of agony, he surprisingly laughed. I arched an eyebrow, observing Lancaster trying to control his breath and enduring the pain as he stared at me through the white cloth."Hahaha, Catherine, pitiful Catherine, my dear sister, you can't kill me."A growing shadow darkened my heart."Father won't let you do it. I know. And you can only obey our father's commands," he said, his red lips under the white cloth turning pale from the pain, yet he continued to sneer, "Let me think, my dear sister. You've come to see me after such a long time, so our father must have figured out how to release me. How about it, Catherine? Are you once again becoming a discar

Delia's povMy consciousness was plummeting, like a stone thrown into a lake, helplessly sinking into the dark abyss."Pearl," "My dear Pearl,"It sounded like someone calling my name from a distant place. Until the voice gradually became clear, a warm touch landed on my forehead, and with great effort, I opened my eyes to find myself once again transformed into a wolf cub, lying by the familiar lake.A woman in a white dress gently picked me up from the shore. Her pale blue eyes carried a smile, as if she was not surprised at all to see me here."You've come again," she said while caressing my face. In her embrace, I felt as if I was lying in a hot spring, incredibly safe and comfortable. I was like a weary traveler finally able to relax completely."Woof," I lifted my head and instinctively nuzzled her face. It was strange. Though I felt lost and confused the first time I woke up here, now I only feel tranquil."How about staying here with me?" The woman lowered her head, and her li

Alen's POVIn the temple, it was the first roundtable meeting held by Prince Kral since the engagement ceremony.Despite it being daytime, candles were lit in front of each elder's seat in the meeting room. They burned quietly, with their flames flickering and occasionally producing crackling sounds, adding some ambiance to the weighty atmosphere of the room.Prince Kral did not wear the traditional white robe for the roundtable meeting, nor did he put on the masks that everyone was supposed to wear. Instead, he donned a pitch-black robe, and the golden royal emblem on his chest gleamed brightly. No one expected that, on the day after the engagement ceremony, Prince Kral would summon all the elders to convene a roundtable meeting."Do any of you have any suggestions?" Prince Kral's casual voice echoed from the table.Prince Kral's mood and spirit were both good. His hair was meticulously groomed, and in his golden eyes, there was a subtle expression of satisfaction, like that of a wel

Delia's povI was wrong. I thought in my heart.How could Kral have such gentle and watery eyes? It was the cold gleam of ambition, like a drawn sword. It's just that his gaze was wrapped in a dreamlike atmosphere, using enticing chips like sugar in an attempt to make me yield.Just like now, he took a small box out of his black robe, holding it in front of me. Then, one of his hands seemingly casually rested on my shoulder, using an irresistible tone, he said, "Open it, Delia."I looked at the box in his palm. It was a small box that didn't seem to be able to hold much. My fingers moved slightly, and the black box opened, revealing an exquisite silver oval-shaped emblem in front of my eyes. It was pure white in color, like a fallen star in the darkness. On the emblem, the declaration of the werewolf royal family—Responsibility, Honor, and Loyalty—was delicately engraved in gold. On the back was a raised image of a wolf's head. Tiny yellow gems were set in the eyes of the wolf, repres