All Chapters of The Lycan Prince's Mate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CAMERON She was the last person I was expecting to see at the moment. Her soft slender hands on my shoulders didn't do a good job of exciting me like it used to. “Come on, Ron. What's with this mood of yours?” She questioned, throwing her arms on me as she let out a loud giggle. Her cheeks flushed with enthusiasm and as usual, she could barely contain her energy in her excitement to see me.I raised an eyebrow, fixing her an expectant stare, seeing as she had ignored my question. “Are you seriously asking me that? Do you forget that I have access to your home?” Her arms leave my neck with her facing me with an incredulous look as she shoots back with a question eliciting a low growl from me. I mentally kicked myself as Tracy's words hit home, reminding me that she had unrestricted access to my home as my girlfriend. Since the previous night I got to meet my mate, my mind had been occupied with thoughts of my sweet mate and never for once did I remember to call Tracy. I missed sever

OLIVIA I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. I sat up just at the time Cameron walked out of the closet, his hands worked up the button of the plain white shirt he wore on a neatly pressed pair of brown pants, and he looked ready to go out.My eyes slowly scanned his appearance in fascination, he absolutely looked like a demi-god, his hair was firmly held in style with his muscled arms threatening to rip off his shirt. A deep masculine voice snaps me out of my drooling. “Hey,” He flashed me a smile, his perfectly white dentition sparkled under the soft natural light that drifted through the drawn drapes on the window. My heart fluttered in my chest as his eyes zeroed in on me. “Where to?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes at him. He took a step towards me, another step and several others until he got to the edge of the bed. Then he raised his hand and brushed my chin lightly with his forefinger.“Missing me already?” A smirk made its way onto his lips spreading into a

CAMERON “What?” I inquired, staring at her as she blushed, a soft pink hue appeared on her cheeks. I took a peek into the bag and chuckled at her adorable embarrassment. “Do you not like them?” I gestured to the beautiful sets of undies the assistant at the mall had chosen. “They're beautiful. Thanks for being so thoughtful.” Her voice, barely above a whisper as it dripped with embarrassment. “Not me. I had asked one of the assistants at the mall to pick up the choicest and most pretty items for a lady.” I explained. The last thing I wanted was for her to see me as a man with no shame. “Oh.. Still very thoughtful of you.” Her face pulled up in a smile this time. I returned the smile, relieved at the easing tension.I sat cluelessly, unsure of what else to do as I watched her unpack the items, displaying them all around her alongside her unending appreciative comments. I was suddenly glad for stopping over at the mall this evening in spite of the stressful day I had. Seeing her che

OLIVIA The days went by, and soon, it turned into weeks. With the frequent raiding of packs on the increase, Cameron had gotten so busy as he was often out to help the invaded packs and to apprehend the perpetrators. In order to see less of the blonde, I often locked myself in his suite except on days when I stepped out for a run. I discovered a route that led to the woods and it's been a very reliable way to kill boredom. This way, I've been able to avoid the annoying blonde that was practically everywhere only seeing her whenever Cameron was around and even at that, it's always irritating to see her act all nice and sweet around him. Right now, I badly needed a cold drink as today had me going on a running spree again. I had left the house almost at the same time Cameron had gone out to rescue a pack that was being attacked as at the time he was notified. In as much as I would prefer to head straight to the bathroom to take a cold bath, I made a beeline for the kitchen. “There y

CAMERON I halted on the spot as my gaze landed on the large footprint that was obviously not that of a werewolf. It was quite relieving that we were making progress on tracking the rogues as the rogue attacks were on the increase. With a deep inhale, I sniffed the air in hopes to find more links to the attackers. My nose crinkled in disgust as I not only made out the rotten smell of rogues in the air, but also the empty smell of an ominous being. I was sure it belonged to someone more powerful than regular werewolves even though I am barely able to perceive its very faint aura that lingered somewhere in the air. This wasn't good at all. Looking at it from another angle, these rogues probably had the support of a larger shifter, could be a werebear or even a Lycan. Whoever the bigger presence was, he was very skilled in covering his tracks only that it was almost impossible for a Lycan to leave traces. Could this mean that they wanted to be traced? I pondered on the possibilities.