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Destined for the Lycan Prince HUNTER

Chapter 2 The Teenage Wolflord

Word Count: 1096    |    Released on: 16/05/2024

boys, lis

ough the cavernous great room of their ancestral pack mansion. Just another

brook continued, puffing out his barreled chest as he

yes gleaming with reverence for their imposing leader. From muscled beta

our sacred pack traditions. He will undergo the rituals, embrace the wol

s. They stomped and howled their approval like s

ornate stone mantle. As the voices quieted down,

e out among the humans these past few months? We can't risk any

g with the random townies at his temporary high school. Not

've stayed perfectly

eights High caught his primal instincts a bit...off guard. But he'd never admit

nter turned back as Drake r

't return for another three hundred years. This awakening will irreversibly tr

ugh his veins. After countless years of grooming and discipline to lea

ll, magnificent beast finally run free under the glow of the supernatural zodiac

seem sharper and more vibrant. Smells and sounds were amplified tenfold from how humans experienced

You were born for greatness, my son. Our pack's ruling bloodline flows t

ngated canines prickling at his lower lip. Finally,

of the other young blood pack alphas were already anticipating the bacchanalian revelries to come. T

rd one of the secluded hallways, a proud smile st

tightened his grip on Hunter's shoulder. "Son, something's bee

xploits his father could've caught wind of. It wa

ined since our ancient pack founder days. There are certain...ex

eaded. Drake lowered his voice

ential mates who can eventually birth a new heir for our line. A suitable fe

iscussion had taken. Elite werewolves like them didn't do feeble human c

es," Hunter assured him with total confidence. "I was b

are show of masculine affection. "That's my bo

in, all teeth. "Just don't go picking some scrawny human mutt for our line's next su

ds "scrawny human mutt." Not in his life would he ever seriously entertain the idea. Leila and her int

an skirts before taking his destined mate. When the time was right, Hunter would

lfish smirk in response to his dad's wa

y by rutting with some lowborn mongrel

e as he followed Drake out, dismissing the unexpected flare of his bes

to indulge his most primal alpha desires - with only the finest,

the nagging ghost of little Leila La

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