At a party, everyone sees Claire's joke.
His fiance, chosen mate, walks past her with the ring and gets down on one knee in front of her stepsister.
What the hell is going on here?
"Joe and I are together now. Because we are each other's fated mates." Her stepsister said triumphantly.
"We know you're hurting, but Cathy is your sister. You should bless them. Your sister will be the next luna, not you." Said her father coldly.
In an instant, she changed from a happy girl to a poor person who had been abandoned and betrayed.
"How dare you do this to me?"
Desperate, she looked up and saw Prince Louis, who was also at the party.
Although appealing directly to a member of the royal family would have been punishable, Claire had no choice.
"Your Highness, I beg you to do justice and disinherit them. I claim my right."
The crowd held their breath as they watched the murderous prince rumored to have killed his brother.
He approached me with a dark look.
I closed my eyes and waited for my punishment. But I felt big hands around my waist. He buried his head in my neck, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice.
"You are a very smart and brave girl. I can help you, but I want something else in return."
I ran into a hug, his scent all around me. I didn't know, until this moment, that I was in even bigger trouble.

Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

Leaning against the command console, I queried Martin over the radio. He was on his way to the site of the Black Pearl incident, my trusted beta and personal warrior.


"Your Highness, the sea is still rough with heavy fog, visibility is low, and we're still searching for Luna Diana."


Martin's voice remained steady, but his words only added to my already mounting frustration.


"We need to find my mother at all costs! Got it?"


Ending the communication, I angrily ripped the radio off my chest and hurled it against the wall.


Next second, Garfield appeared like a ghost, calmly picking up the shattered radio. He stopped a meter away from me.


Not yet having calmed my inner rage, I vented my remaining fury at him.


"You haven't slept in over thirty hours, Your Highness. It's time to rest."


77 Young Evans