Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess...
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In a world where humans are considered inferior and slaves to werewolves, Emilia, a human orphan, falls in love with Alpha Alexander, after finding out that she is his fated mate, and has been married to him for four years via contract. But her marriage to him has been kept a secret and no one knows or acknowledges her as his wife.
When Emilia finds out she's pregnant, she also discovers that Alpha Alexander has reunited with his first love and even announced their union on the news. As she asks for divorce, she finds out that she is actually the lost Lycan Princess and her father and two brothers have been looking for her for years.
What would happen when Alexander finds out she isn't just werewolf but royalty? Will he really let her go or realise just how much he truly loves her?
Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess... Chapter 1
For the past four years, she has been married to Alexander Reed, the werewolf Alpha of the Redstone pack, but no one knows that she exists because she's just a lowborn human, and their union-forbidden.
"Alexander," Emilia moaned deeply with her eyes glazed over as her husband came inside her. She opened her eyes to see him staring into her eyes, so lovingly, that she literally felt the butterflies dance in her belly.
And just like that, Alexander rolled over her and stood to his feet, the stern look on his face and the cold aura she was used to, settled back on him like a cloth. As she watched him redress, a deep, but silent sigh reverberated through her.
"I've sent your monthly allowance," Alexander said with his back to her, his voice calm, but cold and at that moment, Emilia's phone chimed with a notification.
But before she could say anything, a deep, sharp pain hit her lower abdomen making her wince and squeeze her midsection.
"Alexander, please he...help. My stomach," She groaned out, "take me to the hospital, the staff are all out," she managed as the pain intensified.
"I don't have any more time to waste. I'll call you an uber. Pack business can't wait," he said, without turning back to look at her.
"Hmmh!" Emilia groaned silently, the pain blinding her momentarily as crimson red fluid ran down her leg and pooled in small droplets on the floor. Before she could utter another word, she heard Alexander's footsteps move further away from her.
** An hour later **
"Congratulations," the doctor said as soon as she walked into Emilia's hospital room. She had been so worried about the intense pain she had felt and even the blood she had seen that she couldn't even lay down properly. "You are carrying a hundred percent pure Alpha pup and no human had ever done that before," she said, reading from the chart in her hand.
A smile spread across Emilia's face and at that moment, the hurt she had been nursing in her heart towards Alexander, who had coldly left her bleeding in their bedroom, melted away.
'Wait, I'm pregnant? A hundred percent Alpha pup? That's a miracle," Emilia said, her smile brightening across her face as she moved her hand protectively towards her belly.
"Aooo!" The sound echoed slightly around Emilia and the doctor, startling them.
"Was that a howl? Can pups howl?" Emilia asked, her brows furrowing in confused surprise as even the absurdity of the question wasn't lost on her.
"Most pups don't howl till they are ten years old, but your pup? His bloodline is stronger than any Alpha's," the doctor replied as she handed Emilia the sonogram. "He may even awaken your inner wolf,' she added.
"Inner wolf? But I'm human, how can I even have an inner wolf?" Emilia asked, her eyebrow rising in surprise as she collected the ultrasound image the doctor handed to her.
"You can have an inner wolf if you are an Omega who's yet to wolf out. Your pup can help awaken your wolf. Plus, Omegas are more or less like humans without their wolves," the doctor explained patiently.
"No, I'm not an Omega. I'm just a human orphan. This baby is my only family," Emilia replied as she hugged the sonogram close to her chest with a smile on her face.
Though a frown appeared on the doctor's face, since this was the first time Emilia came to the hospital, from what her file said, she assumed her new mother-to-be had no idea what she was insinuating. Humans weren't banned from associating with werewolves, but they weren't even considered worthy enough to even mate with a werewolf, not to mention an Alpha.
With a small smile on her lips, Doctor Elena excused herself to give Emilia the space she seemed to Nedd and to also attend to her other patients.
'I have to tell Alexander now,' the thought echoed in Emilia's head and it sounded like a good idea, particularly because of the fact that she wasn't sure when he'd come by the house again.
As soon as she got discharged, Emilia quickly went to their home and freshened up, putting on her best sundress and with the ultrasound photograph of the foetus, she went to Alexander's company.
'I can't wait to tell Alexander we're having a baby. This changes everything,' Emilia. said to herself as she walked into her husband's company.
"Excuse me," she said tentatively to the receptionist at the lobby who was busily clicking the keys of the laptop in front of her. "I'm here to see Alexander Reed. Uh...it's urgent," Emilia added, stuttering a little as the receptionist gave her a pointed look.
"Alpha Alexander isn't seeing visitors today," the receptionist replied, her tone cold and rude.
"I am not a visitor. I'm Emilia Reed, his wife," Emilia replied, with a smile on her face despite the impolite way the lady in front of her treated her.
"A human? Claiming to be Alpha Alexander's wife?" She asked, "What's next? You're going to tell me you're carrying his pup? Please try a new fairytale," she replied, her tone slicing through Emilia's confidence dismissively.
For a few seconds Emilia looked confused, then she decided to dial Alexander's mobile number.
"Get out of here, you human swine. Alpha Alexander is not available to your kind without proper clearance," the receptionist barked at her, making Emilia turn slightly away from her to avoid causing a scene which she knew would anger Alexander.
As Alexander's number rang, Emilia held the phone to her ear, waiting for when he would pick up. Clicking sounds echoing simultaneously on the open lobby drawing Emilia's attention and making her raise her head.
With the phone still against her ear, Emilia's eyes widened in shock as Alexander walked from somewhere inside the building to the lobby where several people with cameras had already gathered. And on his arm was a woman, holding tightly onto him as several of the paparazzi took photos of them together.
Alexander smiled, fished his phone out of his pocket. Emilia watched in horror as he rejected her call with slight annoyance on his face.
"You see that beautiful goddess," the receptionist said, pointing towards the woman holding on to Alexander, "that is our future Luna, the Alpha daughter of the MoonRay pack. Not some human," she added, emphasising on 'human' like Emilia was some trash to be thrown out.
At that moment, Emilia watched as Alexander held on to the woman's hand and gently walked out of his company building. 'Mia Kim, Alexander's first love. He didn't have time to take me to the hospital, not because of work like he had said, but because he was with her,' the thoughts crossed Emilia's head as tears slid down her face.
All this time, she thought Alexander was just too busy with work, which was why he couldn't spend time with her. Emilia stared at the box in her hand as sorrow filled her heart. She took a deep breath and turned to leave.
As she got outside, the place was filled with several journalists and more paparazzi, which made Emilia pause in her stride at a corner.
"Can you confirm that you and Miss Kim have officially reunited?" one of them asked, and even Emilia was eager to hear what Alexander's answer would be.
"If your fated mate showed up today, would you reject her and pick Miss Kim?" Another journalist asked.
***
Meanwhile a few kilometres away, Mason Gray, the first lycan Prince sat in his study going through some documents that needed his attention. Before him, in the middle of the room stood 'the globe', which is an ancient relic often called 'the eye', and a bright brilliant light burst forth, filling the room with an intense blue-white glow.
"Father, Julian," Mason shouted, his eyes widening at first in surprise, then in happiness, "the globe is shining," she shouted again. Within seconds, footsteps resounded within the four walls of the mansion as the Lycan King, Logan and a younger version of Mason, stormed into the study.
"Father, it's Emilia," Mason said, "we've found Emilia, her wolf has awakened," he added as the first teardrop slid down his face in relief.
"She's in the Redstone pack right now," Julian said, pointing to the red-glowing dot on the globe and at the same time gently patting his big brother on his back.
"My princess, we're coming for you," Logan said, his voice shaky with relief.
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Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess... of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
9.1
Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
9.0
Allegra woke up in a sterile alien hospital with no memory, no ID chip, and a terrifying snow leopard General claiming responsibility for her crash.
But a routine ID scan at a local boutique shattered her fragile cover.
The machine shrieked, flashing a fatal red warning: NO NEURAL LINK DETECTED.
She was a "Ghost"—an illegal, unregistered biological entity in a ruthless Hybrid Empire.
The boutique locked down instantly. Heavily armed police swarmed the plaza, laser sights painting her chest red.
She was dragged into a subterranean military black site, where a manic geneticist tested her blood and discovered the impossible truth.
She wasn't a Hybrid. She was a pure Homo Sapiens—an extinct race whose mere presence could cure the Hybrids' fatal Psyche collapse.
To keep her all to himself, the scientist lied to the General, branding her a toxic, mutating bio-weapon.
Forced by Imperial law, the General abandoned her to the scientist's cruel custody.
Allegra was locked inside a reinforced glass cage in the deepest isolation ward, waiting to be dissected.
She huddled on the floor, trembling in absolute despair.
She didn't belong in this nightmare world. Why was she being treated like a monster? Why did this madman look at her like a prize to be torn apart?
Watching the scientist's fox ears twitch in manic stress outside the glass, her human empathy momentarily overrode her terror.
She stood up and pressed her palm against the glass, perfectly aligning it with his.
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Fox."
Instantly, an invisible wave of human resonance flooded his core, shattering his genetic madness.
The terrifying predator was reduced to a whimpering, devoted puppy, pressing himself against the window in absolute submission.
Allegra slowly pulled her hand back, her heart skipping a beat.
Well, she thought, that changes things.
8.3
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news.
He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city.
The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.”
For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets.
My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me.
So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts.
He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked.
He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree.
He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
9.0
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.
