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 4
"Please forgive me, your majesty," Harper tried out and fell to her feet with a thud. Her plan had failed and she knew she had to savage whatever was left so they didn't get caught.
"How dare you try to deceive the lycan royal family?" Mason thundered with barely controlled fury.
"Please, your majesty forgive a lowly human for daring to deceive you. It wasn't my intention. I had only wanted to steal the necklace but then I heard a vehicle approaching and I couldn't get away," she said. She had considered using her powers to try to get out of there but she knew she wasn't strong enough, so she had to use whatever lie came to mind. "I'm so sorry my princess, the life of a lowly human is not an easy one to live," Harper added, turning towards where Emilia stood, while mentally keeping her fingers crossed.
"So because your life is not an easy one, you think it is okay to lie and steal? Guards, arrest her," Logan ordered.
Emilia thought about all the times she had been insulted and treated like trash because she thought she was human, "Please, let her go," She said, turning to the man who said he was her father.
All three men turned to her briefly, then Logan took a deep breath and said, "consider today your lucky day, young lady. Get her away from here," he said to the guards.
As the guards dragged Harper away, a sly hidden smile played on her lips as she promised herself that she would help Liam Black achieve his aim.
"All this can't be real," Emilia said, her voice low and soft as soon as Harper had left them. "I am a human and an orphan, I have been told that my whole life."
"It is real. We lost you when you were five years old and have been looking for you ever since," Logan said, his eyes shining with tears–happy tears.
"Yes. You even inherited our mother's healing abilities, that is why your baby is safe, even after bleeding so much," Mason said.
Emilia touched her forehead, "I had fallen, and now I don't even feel any pain," she said, moving to a standing mirror close to where she stood to check her forehead, "Not even a scratch. I really do have healing powers," she whispered. "And a dad," she smiled more freely as she held Logan's hand, "and not one but two brothers," she added with a smile.
Mason and Julian smiled cheerful as they walked closer to her and all hugged her.
"I have to go home now," Emilia whispered after a few seconds, her words bringing a frown upon each of the men's faces.
"Home to that jerk who left you bleeding and unconscious in the rain?" Logan asked, his voice laced with barely controlled fury.
"He nearly killed your baby," Mason said in the same tone as their father.
"I'm not going back to him, I'm going back to divorce him," Emilia said.
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Later that day, Emilia sighed deeply as the royal vehicle stopped in front of her soon-to-be ex-husband's house.
"This is your last chance. Do you want me to come in and terrify him properly?" Mason asked, his tone so serious that it made Emilia chuckle.
"I think I can handle one arrogant Alpha," Emilia said with a smile as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
"If you need backup or a body to be disposed of, just mindlink us," Julian, who sat in the front of them said reassuringly.
"Okay. Thank you big bros," Emilia replied with another chuckle. For the first time in her life, she had a family to back her up–the feeling was surreal and it helped to boost her confidence.
With another deep breath Emilia stepped into the mansion. "Alpha, Mrs. Reed has returned," one of the staff shouted as soon as she saw Emilia.
In a matter of seconds, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway and Emilia's brow shut up as Alexander rushed to where she was. "Where were you last night?" he asked, raising his voice a bit.
"Do you know how many nights I stayed up waiting for you?" Emilia asked, ignoring Alexander's question, "well, none of that matters now. I'm here to end this."
"End what? What are you talking about?" Alexander asked, his forehead furrowing in confusion.
"Us. This mistake of a marriage. I want a divorce," Emilia said and handed him the divorce document. "I've already signed my part, it's your turn."
Without even reading the document, Alexander scrunched it and threw it to the floor. "So that's your game plan, uh? Let me guess, you want some more money? Is that it?" he asked.
Emilia's eyes widened in surprise, "If you would have bothered reading the terms in the document, you would have seen that I want nothing from you," she replied.
"Oh please, how could you even afford an attorney, uh? Alexander asked, with barely controlled anger, "Unless of course, you have a new sugar daddy."
"Is that what you think of me? A gold digger?" She asked.
"That's what you are," he retorted, then he opened a drawer and brought out another document, "That's your deal. You brought that to me."
Emilia looked down at the contract marriage document she had signed with Alexander four years ago.
"You asked me to pay you one million dollars per year to be my secret wife, remember?" Alexander asked.
'I needed that money to save Oscar, my friend from the orphanage. Being gay in a werewolf society is worse than being human, I was all he had, a deep silent sigh passed Emilia's as she remembered.
"For the past four years, I have loved you completely, unconditionally, and that's what you think of me? Let's end this," Emilia said and turned to leave.
"You think you can just walk away whenever it suits you? Clause 2.2. states that only I could break the contract. Not you," Alexander's words stopped Emilia in her tracks. "Clause 3.2. states that I own you, physically, emotionally, spiritually, you belong to me." Alexander added.
Emilia turned around and in a swift move connected her palm to Alexander's face.
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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
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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.