All Chapters of My Lycan Stepbrother Is My Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Daciana~ “Daciana! It’s time! The guests are waiting!” My mother, Agatha yelled from outside my door while I tried to finish up my makeup. Today is my eighteenth birthday and I can’t stop thinking about what my mom said to me three days ago. “My lover is King Edwin.” This sentence kept ringing in my head for reasons best known to me. Indeed, I was happy about my mother remarrying and becoming a queen, and I, a princess but… The fact that I had to see and accept him as my stepbrother? After my mother broke the news of having an affair with the King of Bedfordshire, her second chance mate, I was super excited, especially because we were finally getting the life we deserved. A royal life. However, my joy was limited after realizing that the king’s son, Prince Randall, the rudest and most arrogant young man I have ever met, had to be my stepbrother. If he wasn’t in the picture, I wouldn’t even think twice about supporting mom’s decision. But unfortunately, he was. Regardless, I d

~Daciana~After three days “Daciana, the car is here!” My mother yelled from the hallway as I reluctantly got out of bed. My mother got married to King Edwin yesterday and I must confess it was the biggest wedding I had ever attended. I was happy to see my mother happy, but I hated the crowd. I hated that they kept whispering things to themselves everywhere I went. They just wouldn’t stop talking about my failed eighteenth birthday, would they? As if that isn’t enough frustration, I am about to move into the palace, the house where my enemy, Prince Randall lives. ‘He is yet to apologize for ruining my cake!’ That also made the headlines of gossip on the internet about my birthday. I grabbed my two bags and headed to the door. Before stepping out, I took a pause and stared at my room one last time. It held so many memories and I was going to miss it a lot. “Daciana, hurry! We’re keeping the driver waiting!” My mother called out again, this time, from the front of the house. Hurr

~Daciana~ Getting into my room, I slammed the door shut and broke into tears. He brought back the pain I had been trying so hard to conceal. I just wanted to be far from him, far from everyone. While I buried myself in the bedsheets, I heard a knock on the door, followed by the voice of my mother. “Daciana baby, are you alright?” She asked, with concern evident in her voice. “I want to be alone, Mom!” I yelled tearily. “Baby, can I at least come in? Please. I can’t just leave you right now. Can I come in?” She insisted, and I heaved a frustrated sigh and nodded. “Fine! Come in.” I uttered and I immediately heard the door open. I heard her footsteps hurriedly approach the bed and I felt her hand on my body. “I am so sorry about the Prince’s behavior. I know what he said was uncalled for and you didn’t deserve it.” She spoke. I yanked the sheets off my body and sat up, staring at my mother’s face. “But he was right! That’s the most painful part of it all. He was telling the tru

~Prince Randall~ In my shorts, I dragged my feet on the smooth tiles as I walked to the kitchen to get some cookies. I remembered what happened in the morning with Daciana and I broke into laughter again. ‘She should have seen the look on her face.’ I thought as I kept laughing. Getting to the kitchen, one of the older maids hastily rushed up to me before I could reach the cookie tray. “Prince Randall, you could have rang us. What do you need?” She asked, with her head bowed. “Oh, don’t worry about it, Mrs Thompson. I wanted to take a stroll anyway.” I answered, walking past her to the tray of cookies. She hastily passed me a plate and I put about five cookies on them. I also reached for the juice in the fridge before heading out of the kitchen. When I got to my room, I stared at her door and furrowed my brows. I took a peek at my wristwatch and saw it was getting late already. ‘It’s almost 8 pm and she isn’t back. Does she plan on sleeping over at his house for the after-birt

~Prince Randall ~ I took another shot and slammed the glass on the table. “Argh!” I shut my eyes tight as I felt the liquor burn my chest. ‘How dare she?! That was a slap on my face! After all, I did for her last night? She repaid me with such filthy words?!’ I clenched my jaws hard as I began to think of ways to get back at her. I wasn’t just going to let her walk after that. “She has to pay,” I muttered as I began to pour myself another drink. “This newly found sister of yours is really getting to you, isn’t she?” Branden, my best and only friend, uttered as he watched me drown my anger in alcohol. “Getting to me? Tch.” I scoffed. “Am I wrong? Since we got here to enjoy ourselves, you wouldn’t stop talking about her. This is the first time we have talked about her for so long. You don’t even like talking about her.” He added, and I sighed. “I just need to punish her and I can’t think of a way. It annoys me.” “Then don’t punish her. The hatred you two have for one another s