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

I leaned forward, carefully listening to the sounds inside the small cabin. Once I confirmed there was someone inside, I spoke up again, "I want to talk to you."


Louis grabbed the doorknob with his hand, blocking his tall and sturdy figure in front of the door, "How did you find this place?"


"I asked Alfred. He told me that whenever you felt troubled, you would hide in this little cabin."


"The castle is mine, so I don't need to hide anywhere."


Louis's face was cold, and he looked down at me with an imposing and calm gaze, but when his eyes noticed the pale look on my face due to the evening breeze, his tone softened.


I smiled and followed Louis into the small cabin.


As soon as we entered, Louis immediately sat in a rocking chair near the fireplace, spreading his arms open and looking at me with a dignified and calm gaze, as if a monarch waiting for his subjects to report.


96 I Forgive You