A lycan prince in search of his mate. An abused omega desperate to escape her past demons. A prince who does not know how to love. An omega whose only hope at redemption is finding true love.
Prince Draven, first out of the three lycan princes and next in line to the throne, is a ruthless, blood-thirsty, and arrogant man. He was exposed to the brutality of the world at a tender age. To claim his inheritance and become king, he must find his mate, a mission that appears almost impossible.
When he captures an omega girl who tries to take his life, he must punish her for attempted murder, and maybe use her to get what he wants.
In an attempt to escape an abusive mate and pack, Esmeray finds herself in bigger trouble! She had tried to kill a man in her desperation. When she finds out he's the almighty Lycan Prince, the same man she had heard stories of his ruthlessness as a child, she is sure she will be put to death. But why is the fearless Prince asking her to pretend to be his mate?
When the truth finally unfolds and the prince discovers Esme's deception and background, will he send her back to a life of misery? Or will he find his mate in the last place he was looking?

Chosen By The Lycan Prince

　　The last time I ever had a new outfit was during the feast of the moon when I turned eight.I still remembered the look on my mom's face when she picked out that dress for me.She'd almost gone into tears rambling about how fast I was growing and how perfect the dress looked on me.


　　‘I bet this was made especially for you Ray,'she'd told me.Even if I wasn't exactly a fashionable kid,the look on my mom's face made me fall in love with the dress.Every day until the war broke out,I admired the little green dress,counting the days till I got to wear it again.But it never came.My parents did the worse and I lived the rest of my life putting on rags that I picked out from the dump at Silver Moon.


　　Ailana gave me some of her clothes,but I could never wear them at Silver Moon.Zayden found them on me and ripped them off my body,telling me how unworthy I was of the dresses.He went on to threaten Aila and we thought it best that she stopped giving me her clothes.


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