The Rogue Lycan Princess

AD

ed who had raised me since I was eight. His thick br

ng.” My wolf anxiously stirred and bec

f the mixed mating, they ended up dead, and I ended up in a shelter with homele

, how my parents died. At first, he thought it was a trauma that I’d seen things. When

this up. We traveled all the way from California for this

lone. Go ahead.

ould be reckless sometimes and tested my limit. Or probabl

ha turned out to be more interested in findi

n a pack again or be with humans and work as one

a rogue than join another pack ruled by a useles

hing I wanted was to be control

partner, a soulmate in the human world, but at th

e, standing on my own, and soon, I would be workin

h with her, and she was also a part of me, so we ran every weekend. I let her feel the dirt and mud

wanted more. She wanted to be in a pack whe

. My heart pumped so hard. I could feel my spine tingling

had already formed into a fist. He squeezed it. He knew when I was about to

as my bone deformed and cracked in my body until hair spread in my skin, my face formed a snout, my claws cam

te smelling these humans— their sweats, cologne, aftershave, and the arousal of that woman at

and inwardly talked to my wolf. Cal

can and a witch, I had super senses ten times more than a regular werewolf.

ew they were glowing. My half-witch gene

l over it since that incident almost killed Kent. I learned how to re

e air. I took the elevator to the rooftop since I was in uncharted territory in New Y

erywhere. I couldn’t risk stumbling upon any kind because of my circumsta

ch other, but I could feel those savages who killed my parents were still o

I tried to calm do

at for?” I a

ng interesting.” S

“Stop it, or I w

the image of him flashed back to me. I could never forget the m

lifeless, shredded body. At that moment, I didn’t want to have a mate. I didn’t want to be helpless and weak. I couldn’t endure the

you o

ave to ask me? You feel eve

na be fine

he grass in fall, a hint of sandalwood, and terpenes of fresh pine wafting through the air — that scent definitely belonge

l. One thing was clear to me from the very beginning— the animal in me could still be feral. I didn’t want anyone to get

er than anyone, the Alpha wouldn’t make it easy for me

ready empty. I couldn’t help but sniff and heave the air filtering various scents, from cologne to human sm

is going on?”

ng. Either the meeting was abrupt and didn’

lf, a strong werewolf, had a rank in

to change. I was wearing a pretty white corporate dress, but I

yself, more likely to my wolf.

g on end. A human nose wouldn’t notice the faint scent, but being a Ly

ntrol— he used to bark around orders, and his men followed without questions because they respected and feared him. He had broad shoulders and strong arms through

out of dirty thoughts where wasn’t the right time and plac

ion. I wanted to study him dressed and naked but cut abruptly shor

y s

were silver gray. I took it back—he wasn’t handsome. He was gorgeous,

because I knew that moment. I let my curiosity lead

his eyes became dark, deadly, and freezing cold as

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