Chapter 122
Prince Deacon did nothing but watch them drag her away. ‘Will take care of it later,’ thought to himself. Prince Deacon was lycan and he casted mates aside as if it was nothing. He despised his parents but kept it to himself.
The royals waited for King Torvald to choose a human princess first.
“Princess Claire Edward,” he said and held his hand out to the group of girls, standing together in fear, she won't be his first wife this decade.
“Stop being scared, everything you know of vampires, werewolves, hybrids, shifters, and everything in between is true, but you do not fear it,” he compelled them.
Princess Claire stepped away from the group and took King Torvald’s hand.
“Shall we get married?” he asked with a smile.
Not all the royals got a princess, but they knew their turn will come after the higher ranks got their wives.
The night of the wedding ceremonies, the royals that did take a wife consummated their marriages.
Two maids came in and helped a princess take her dress off. As they were about to leave, she stopped them. "Where is my nightgown?"
"You don't need a nightgown," one said, giggling.
"Yes, I do!" she demanded.
"Give her a nightgown," her King said, making her jump in fright, grabbing the nearest sheets off the bed and covering her body, making the King laugh.
The girl that was giggling quickly stopped and ran to get a nightgown.
She helped the princess put it on while the King watched, making the princess blush and trying to cover herself the whole time.
"Tonight will be the last time you will ever wear a nightgown," the King said.
"W-Why?" she stuttered.
"As your husband and your King, I demand it," the King said, walking over to her.
The princess lay down on the bed, nervous.
"Stand up," the King demanded her, and she stood up, not understanding what was happening.
The King ripped the nightgown off her, tearing it off.
The princess gasped and tried to cover herself again.
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The ruthless lycan Prince Deacon decided to wait for the day walkers to be asleep before sneaking around the vampires’ quarters to find the beautiful Emily to un-mate with her. Not only was she the most beautiful woman he has ever been fated to, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
‘Why do I always end up mating with the rejects?’ he wondered as he picked up her irresistible scent.
Prince Deacon was overtaken by her scent and found her soon enough in the arms of a vampire. Emily did not look conscious with the vampire in her neck and his hands on her body, the beautiful, previously white wedding dress, half torn, exposing her full breast.
Prince Deacon felt his bones shifting, but he fought it, preventing his wolf from trying to control him. The vampire looked up and met Prince Deacon’s blue eyes and strawberry blond hair, neatly styled.
“Your highness, I was told we can have her,” the vampire stood up, explaining, his voice filled with fear.
“Leave us,” Prince Deacon demanded.
The vampire sped off without hesitation.
Prince Deacon walked over to Emily and tapped her delegate fair-skinned face. “Wake up.”
Emily lost too much blood and was too intoxicated to wake up.
Prince Deacon covered her with a bedsheet and picked her up to take her to his room to wait for her to wake up so that he can reject her as his fated mate.
In his room, he laid Emily down on the black velvet day bed. Prince Deacon went to his on-suit bathroom to run himself a hot bath while he waits for Emily to wake up.
After his hot bath, he wrapped only his towel around his waist, as he liked to sleep naked. He walked over to where Emily was still lying on the daybed and reached out to feel for a pulse. Touching her soft, delegate skin made his manhood stir.
Prince Deacon looked at her beautiful angelic soft face with rosy lips, her dark hair making her skin appear fairer than it was.
‘Must be the mate bond that makes her smell so good to me,’ Prince Deacon thought as he reached out and stroked her cheek, her scent reminding him of his favorite time of the year, early spring.
Prince Deacon felt his bones shifting against his will and before he could do anything about it, his inner wolf took over. Once completely shifted into his wolf form, out of control, he bit Emily on her collarbone; the curve of where her neck and shoulder meet. Armenia snapped out of her intoxicated state and tried to fight the wolf off, screaming in pain.
‘No! What have I done!’ Prince Deacon yelled at himself within, because his wolf just claimed Emily as his forever mate, and once marked only death can separate them, and even then, it was not always certain that the one staying behind will get over the lost love.
Prince Deacon got hold of himself and shifted back into his human form, making Emily think she was having a nightmare, seeing the transformation.
Emily touched the part where she had just gotten bitten and flinched at the pain as tears ran down her face. “This is not a dream.”
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Prince Deacon pleaded, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist.
“You are a monster!” Emily tried to get up from the daybed but stumbled as she was still too weak from the blood loss.
‘Send me a Vampire,’ Prince Deacon mind linked one of his brothers.
It didn’t take long for a vampire to hesitantly show up, knocking on the redwood door.
“Come in,” Prince Deacon demanded.
Prince Deacon was one of the most ruthless lycans around and the oldest of the lycan brothers. Right now, the Lords are searching the world to find royal lycan princesses for the lycan brothers. Prince Deacon hated being fated as it weakened him, making him a love-sick puppy.
“Offer yourself to her so that she can regain the blood lost and seal lick her wound so that it can heal,” Prince Deacon demanded.
The vampire bit open his wrist and offer it to Emily, but she refused, shaking her head and trying to crawl away.
“Compel her!” Prince Deacon demanded.
“Drink,” the vampire compelled her.
While Emily was drinking against her will, the vampire licked her wound so that his saliva could heal her wound.
Prince Deacon felt the jealousy rising in him, watching the vampire in her neck. “That is enough! Now compel her to always do as I say.”
After obeying Prince Deacon’s orders, the vampire got out of there as fast as he could.
Emily stood up and ran to the door but before she could reach it Prince Deacon stopped her. “Come to the bed.”
Emily does as she was told and walked up to the bed wondering why she was doing it.
Prince Deacon sat on the bed and looked at her, almost in a trance, unable to take his eyes away from her beauty. He reached out and touched the tip of her fingertips, but she retracted her hand away from his.
"I am still a virgin, please don't do this. Please let me go," Emily pleaded.
"You don't want to be with a prince?" he asked, full of himself.
"You are not a prince, you are a monster," Emily cried, tears running down her face.
"I assure you, I am a prince. Perhaps not one of the human world but nonetheless, I am a prince," he chuckled.
"Then in that case I do not wish to be with a prince, no matter what world he is from," Emily said through tears, holding her arms over her exposed breast.
"Put your arms to your side," Prince Deacon ordered. Emily did as she was told.
“Don’t move,” Prince Deacon said, looking at her torn dress, her breast fully exposed. He wanted to do nothing more than to make love to her right there and then, but he cannot imagine doing harm to his precious mate and resending the stupid mate bond.
Prince Deacon stood up and ripped the dress off her body making her gasp in fear.
