Submitting To My Lycan Prince Mate

Joe, consu

concerns were not unfounded. I had indeed paid a

such a state before, as I had always been the gentle and composed perfect girlfriend in his

once loved now

ived by my own family, and discarded like a disposable child by my own biological fat

I must look disheveled at this moment.

ent, my only tho

dess that I would make

thin reach, I splashed it at

, "Shameless fraudsters

ruggled in agony, while the other half coldly observed my boyfrie

bino! You c

udged into a mess. Fair enough, I smirked. She destroyed my relat

e fiercely called out my name, ignoring Joe's a

nding werewolves stared in shock, their eyes wide open. Many of them hadn't e

ng, many exquisite tableware items shattered on the floor. Shouts echoed t

, ruined by he

done it intentionally. She still held a grudge

ld only survive by comp

eep it from slipping. Even so, my clothes had been torn, my entire back was exposed, and my bra was partially visibl

h bloody wounds all over her arms, a bruise forming ar

, one foot on the floor, next to the dining tabl

ld only cling to Joe, seeking s

, looking at them with a contemptuo

ly disap

nger. He clenched his fists, his face turning pale as he walked

qu

eta came from the upper floor, insta

ere were members of the royal fa

ered their heads in the direction of the second floor, including my arroga

it suited

my way of getting back to my father. Since he valued his image in front of the royal

olves, I calmly raised m

for the punishment f

ly, I met the pair

tood above on the staircase, dressed in a black custom-made suit. His large palm casually rested on the hand

n to him. But his gaze was ice-cold. In his eyes, the

lips curled up into a faint smile. He tilted his head,

old a strong i

uncomfortable. But I kn

and mustered the cou

g out in the silent banquet hall. My father abruptly turned

I mean my ex-boyfriend, conspired to deceive me. As is our pack tradition, I have the first line of succession. Even if I don't have a mate, my rights and opinions should be respected. But now my father, step

lently roaring at me, "How dare you! How dare you

mi

fu

smile curv

a curtsy, keeping my head low, st

embarrass those who betrayed me, even

, Your Highness, to declare th

heard the sound of leathe

eemed like Prince Louis

ing judgment. I had prepared for the worst, perhaps Prince Louis would pub

towards me, graspin

the back of my neck. I trembled uncontrollably. I abruptly opened my eyes,

e wrist and fell i

ng a deep breath against the side of my neck. The heat sp

ush him away but my wrist was grabbed firmly. His hand was almost twice the size of mi

ve," he s

but it carried a subtle, al

aint cologne enveloped me. My heart raced faster

let out a

f my neck, accompanied by a sharp pain—a man,

h panic and confusion, but

eek affectionately with the tip of his nose and chuckled softly, "You know it's dangerous to plead your case in front o

hy

outcome I could hope for, I

the man's embrace,

ause

imself. Under my gaze, he leisurely unbuttoned hi

He glanced down at my

d it still carried a faint scent of cologne. Instinctively, I

, Prince Louis forcefully pu

ispered a word that surpr