Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess...
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?
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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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7.6
Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom.
To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation.
They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her.
"Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces."
Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm.
She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night.
Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass.
She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage.
She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her.
Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
"Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!"
To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.
8.6
For three years, I played the role of the quiet, obedient trophy wife to Cristian George, the most ruthless man in New York. Everyone, including me, thought ours was just a cold transaction for his family trust.
Then, his legendary first love, Hayden, returned from Europe after finalizing her divorce. She didn't just come back; she came straight for my husband.
The entire Upper East Side exploded with gossip. My phone buzzed constantly with videos of her sobbing his name in VIP clubs and friends warning me to watch my back. Hayden even showed up at my workplace, sliding a multi-million dollar tourmaline necklace across the table as a condescending welcome gift. The elite circle opened dark web betting pools, mocking me as a pathetic charity case and taking bets on how fast I would be thrown out on the freezing streets.
I was terrified. I had secretly loved him for ten years, but I was just ordinary. I hid the necklace in the darkest corner of my drawer, waiting for the executioner's blade to fall, fully expecting him to run back to his golden girl.
But when Cristian accidentally found that velvet box, his eyes didn't fill with nostalgia. They darkened with absolute, territorial rage. He didn't ask for a divorce. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, threw the multi-million dollar gem aside like actual garbage, and picked up his phone.
"Clear my schedule for Saturday evening. And book a fitting for Mrs. George."
He was going to give the city a show they would never forget.
9.0
I am the undisputed ice queen of the ER, a doctor whose life is built on absolute control. A month ago, I impulsively married a stranger to create a legal shield against my ex-mentor's betrayal.
Our prenup had one strict rule: a fake marriage with zero interference in each other's lives. But tonight, my "husband on paper" was wheeled into my ER, unconscious, reeking of cheap whiskey, and suffering from a bleeding ulcer.
To authorize his emergency surgery, I had to sign the consent form as his wife, detonating a gossip bomb among my colleagues. Worse, his overbearing family found out he was hospitalized. To stop his terrifying mother from flying in and exposing our sham marriage, I had to lean over his hospital bed and take a fake, loving couple's selfie.
I didn't understand why this disciplined math professor was suddenly drinking himself to death, nor why my chest tightened when he looked at me with exhausted eyes and begged for homemade soup. My perfectly ordered, untouchable life was crumbling into a chaotic mess, and I was losing my grip on the narrative.
"We should probably spend some time together beforehand. We could be roommates."
To prepare for an unavoidable family dinner and a wedding, my stranger husband just asked me to move into his apartment. The ultimate uncontrolled variable has just crossed the line, and our fake marriage is about to become dangerously real.
7.4
I was the wife of Damien Valenti, the most ruthless mafia Don in Chicago.
But to cement his power and marry a rival family's daughter, he exiled me to the slums without a single dime.
"Stay not as my wife, Izzy, but as my whore."
That was his final ultimatum before dumping me out of his black SUV like trash.
Terrified of losing me, my five-year-old son, Angelo, secretly hid in the car to follow me.
Two days later, in a squalid Indiana motel, Angelo caught severe pneumonia.
I had no money and no doctor. In sheer desperation, I sliced my own wrist with broken glass, pressing my bleeding arm to his pale lips, begging him to drink and live.
But my little boy died in my arms.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Damien was sipping vintage champagne with his new bride, casually dismissing the life of his own flesh and blood.
The grief turned me into a monster. I spent twenty years clawing my way through the underworld to destroy his empire, only to die with a bullet in my chest.
I gave him my absolute devotion, yet he traded our family for political power without a single ounce of hesitation.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in that hellish neon-lit motel room.
Angelo was burning with fever and fighting for air, but he was still breathing.
This time, I wasn't the naive girl who loved Damien Valenti. I was a woman holding two decades of their darkest secrets, and my vendetta had just begun.
7.9
Erin woke up in her luxurious Fifth Avenue penthouse, three days after returning from the cold, sterile psychiatric hospital where her husband had locked her away.
On the night of their third anniversary, Crockett Winters came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, expecting his docile wife to serve him.
Instead of playing the obedient fool, Erin calmly exposed the million-dollar diamonds he had just bought for his lover.
Furious at her sudden defiance, Crockett tried to physically intimidate her, pinning her against a wall to reassert his dominance.
When his aggression failed, he threw a brutal divorce agreement on the table.
"Sign it, and you walk away with nothing. You can't survive without me, and you know it."
He sneered, convinced the ironclad prenup would terrify her. He thought her rebellion was just a pathetic, jealous tantrum, a desperate play for his attention while he continued to pamper his mistress.
He truly believed she was just a beautiful canary who would eventually crawl back to her gilded cage in tears.
But Erin didn't cry, and she didn't sign the papers.
Instead, she locked him out of the master suite and pulled out his unlimited Centurion card.
In a single night, she calmly spent ninety million dollars of his money to buy up prime real estate and hidden assets, taking the first step to build an empire that would completely destroy him.