Submitting To My Lycan Prince Mate

the way to the o

d with the silver-gray royal emblem. A Bet

s embrace. My head was forced to rest on his shoulder, and my

rums, merging with the sound of my own heartbeat. Remembering the gazes of the werewolves watchin

ppened to

and the narrow and dim space inside

bout to speak, but the man bent down and held m

to say instantly go

was ser

lier resurfaced in my mind. Prince Louis said I was hi

Maybe Prince Louis had made a mistake, or perhaps my wolf hadn't yet rec

en killed his own brother in order to snatch his mate. Regardless of whether he is a member o

ted," Prince Lo

as he hoarsely asked, "Do you regret it? The momen

ity, "No, it's not lik

warm and rough fingertips caressed my smooth

prevented me from doing so. The man suddenly changed his gentlemanly demeanor and grabbed my ankle,

nstantly

e are more than j

iver's seat. Although he maintained the silence and showed no int

the man glanced at the driver's seat follo

our Hig

But my heart raced because the man trapped me between the car door and his arm. My back was presse

er of his mouth, pressing his thumb forcefully against my soft lips. "But

r me to demand som

t me breathless. I gasped, trying to push him away with my hand, but he grabbed my wrist and held it high. My resista

neading my waist. I cried out in shock because

ness, plea

nce Louis looked even more excited, staring at me with a beast-like gaze

st to face him. The suit jacket he had draped over me had already slipped off during the intense kissing ju

't c

re terrifying would happen next, the man's expression gradually softened. He looked at me, sighed, gently

e was calm, but I felt like he was sligh

ook my head, the

leased my hands, but he didn't let me get off him. He just mai

ed my collarbone, cheeks, and neck, nibbled on the back of my ne

s shirt, feeling the places he touched gradually heating up. Although his actions this time

ar it and squirmed my body, only to hear the man, who had

't m

and my eyes widened. This jer

eact, I pushed him away. I huddled in the corner li

rds me, as if he still wanted to do something. But at that moment, there

bought the shoes f

breath. By the time he opened his eyes a few seconds

red, as if nothing

lips, and remained silent, not even looking at me. Although he didn't say anything, I strongly suspected that he

of his earlier dominance. My mother was right,

my gaze from the window and hesitated for a mome

my name," he

rived at a villa perched on a cliff by the seaside. The villa had a European-style design, with a clas

was dressed in a tailcoat, looking lively and spirited, like the kind of

bowing as he looked at us from outside the car.

started to say, bu

nd said, "Claire Mille

my mother's

s Miller," the

car, I intended to open the door my

do it yours

rsonally helped me put on the newly bought silver high heels. I was shocked to find out that these shoes

me and asked him in confusion, "Your Hi

you are my ma

f hasn't se

gainst the villa. His deep eyes sparkled like sapphires in the su

d for a fe

s is your future home. Come on in. Maybe you c

d on my waist. He pulled hard an

n't stand such intimac

is hot air blo

reathe. My face must hav