All Chapters of Mated To My Lycan Prince: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Azariah’s POV"Take the chance." That's always been our motto in the Windsor family.My grandfather was nobody in the army when he was young, and though he had the name Windsor, he had to work every day as a guard at the royal hunting grounds. Every day, watching the nobles in luxury clothes walking around in front of him, he could only envy but be powerless.However, he never discouraged, but like a fox with shrewd eyes around, waiting for his opportunity. Finally, one night, the last king secretly took a minister's wife to the hunting tent. While they were moaning loudly, a tiger attacked their tent.The king's trousers were still piled at his ankles, and he cried out in alarm, dragging his mistress before him. My grandfather hid in the grass and killed the tiger with an arrow when it was about to pounce on them.The king and the woman were panting on the ground in panic. My grandfather tore a curtain from the tent and put it over the woman's face. He knelt on the ground and said to

Sibyl’s POVTo hide our identities, we dressed in simple burlap clothes and drove a two-horse, four-wheeled carriage, pretending to be an ordinary family doing business.For the first few days, everything went well. Every evening at dusk, we would politely knock on the door of a family and ask if they could accommodate us for one night. Except for a few people who looked at us warily and closed the door at once, most of the villagers were very helpful, not only providing us with a warm bed but also cooking us some delicious food.In return, Dalena would treat them, give them some medicine to cure their illness or some money.We went to a suburb this evening. It was close to the border, so there were few residents, and it took us a long time to find one.It was a young girl who opened the door to meet us. Her pretty little face was half hidden behind the door, and her eyes looked shyly at us. When Dalena patiently explained our situation to her, she took a step back, opened the door, a

Manolo’s POVWhen I woke up from the pain, I felt as if my bones were breaking.I held my waking position, slowly regaining consciousness for a while, and then I tried to move my limbs.Thank God, only some pain, my bones are not broken.I got up carefully and looked around.This is not the bottom of the valley, but a huge rock protruding from the middle of the cliff. I looked up at the trees on the cliff above me and the leaves on my body and felt a sense of relief.We fell into the tree. The branches and leaves slowed us down so we didn't die when we landed on this rock.Wait, we?Where's Sibyl?I looked around anxiously, dragging my injured leg.In a corner near the cliff wall, I saw Sibyl lying on the ground."Sibyl, wake up!" I called her name, holding her head.She didn't respond. I put my fingers under her nose. Thank God she's breathing.It's sunrise, and the temperature in the valley is very low. I touched her cold hand. Her body is so cold that I must get her temperature bac

Sibyl’s POV"Are you Lowa?" I looked at her in surprise and raised my voice."You look surprised," she said, raising her head a little, her long blonde wavy hair running across her shoulders. "Why? Don't I look like a Queen?"I was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer her. I remember Dalena once said that Lowa hated men and only treated them as slaves, but I didn't realize she had so many... ... sexual partners."I know there are a lot of rumors about me in other countries. It looks like people are painting me as a monster," said Lowa, stroking her hair, "But I don't care. And they're right, I do hate men."I looked around at the men, "But you have a lot of men here.""No, no, no, this is different. All countries except mine are dominated by male chauvinism. Men control money, power, and voice. They establish laws and morals based on the interests of men, and dictate how women should behave. But in my country, I defeated men and built a feminist home. I despise all stereo

Lowa’s POVWho wouldn't want a hybrid baby?And a hybrid baby with mermaid blood!I looked again at the Manolo I had brought home. No wonder he is so handsome. Although he was not as muscular as the other men, and his skin was too white for manliness, he was tall and his body was very graceful. He looked like a work of art, and I couldn't help but want to touch him.There is an air of elegance and sanctity about him. Damn it! This is the type of man I can't resist. His eyes, in particular, had a slight melancholy about them. The mole in the corner of his eye added to his nobility and allure. I admit I wanted to pin him on my bed the first time I saw him.Too many men in this world are overconfident. They are very ordinary, but they always feel that they have an extraordinary charm. They like to put on airs in front of women and show off their masculine attractiveness, but women just get bored, say polite things and silently roll their eyes at them. Every time a woman accidentally make