Lycan Prince Matteo

“I am the happiest now. Everything has come to an end. King Marco is no more. After the demise of his fated mate, he descended into madness, unable to think clearly and went on a destructive rampage. Many might question why he behaved in such a manner, especially since he had already marked someone else. However, the reality is that he never truly marked another. What everyone perceived was merely a spell cast by his mate, and his actual mark belonged to his true mate. She displayed strength in maintaining the illusion for an extended period, deceiving not only him but everyone in the palace.

Throughout, they both utilized Ronaldo as a distraction for their scheme, ensuring someone to shoulder the blame or act as a scapegoat when they decided to unveil the spell. Unfortunately for them, my mother was also a witch skilled in dispelling spells-an ability she passed on to me during my childhood. While I am unsure if she possesses foresight, she made my adoptive parents retrieve me from where they found me even before the events unfolded. This includes the portal she employed to transport me. However, she never imparted that knowledge to me, indicating she may have acquired it from someone else.

All the warriors fell under her spell, and I would have too if I hadn’t recollected my entire childhood. Unbeknownst to everyone, even my mate, my memories slowly returned after dreaming about the deaths of my biological parents and the entire pack. “Princess,” Camila called me, smiling as I turned to her. We were on the training ground, preparing for the coronation-not mine or Matteo’s, but his father, Marcus. My mate chose to postpone his rule, allowing his father to take charge. He expressed a desire to spend time with me before assuming the responsibilities.

Marcus hesitated initially, but the council approved, recognizing the lost years he endured without his rightful position. “Are you certain you won’t take me with you when you leave?” Camila inquired.

“Yes, you stay here or enjoy a vacation with your mate,” I replied. “But-”

“You don’t need to worry. Nothing will happen,” I reassured her, preventing her from expressing whatever was on her mind. “If you have time to tease me, why not help me ensure everything is ready for the coronation later?”

“If that’s what you want, princess,” she replied, smiling, and we both scrutinized all the details. It had been two weeks since that battle, and though it was disheartening, at least we managed to put things back in their place.

“Thank you, princess,” she said as we walked back to the palace. “For what?”

“For advising us to withdraw from the war. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to my friend. I know it might seem like we are cowards, but-”

“I already explained my reasoning when I mind-linked the three of you back then. The enemies are too formidable for you; they are Lycans. Alec and Clay won’t be able to handle them yet. But in time, they will,” I interjected.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly and concluded well. Matteo was happy, though I sensed a part of him still harbored sympathy for Marco. I understood him; he had treated Marco like his own son, even if it was just for show.

After a week, Matteo and I were ready to leave the palace for a vacation. We had obtained approval from his father, now King Marcus.

“Are you sure you don’t want to bring Calvin or James with you?” the king asked.

“Yes, Dad,” Matteo replied, and I smiled. He wasn’t accustomed to calling him that yet, but I could see that he was making an effort. ‘We can manage. And you need them here more. You need all the help you can get,” he added.

“I don’t understand why you had to turn down this position. I am too old for this and haven’t been in the palace for almost a hundred years, while you are more capable,” King Marcus said.

“Have confidence; you are the king, for goddess’ sake!” Rapha exclaimed. He had no choice but to stay with the king as he had a lot of responsibilities.

“When we return, we need to celebrate. Your coronation was rushed, and we have to do it properly. I will arrange a proper ceremony for you,” I told him, and he smiled. We left the palace and headed for a vacation in Hawaii after bidding our farewells.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

In our hotel room… ”

“I love how we are now,” Matteo said as we lay cuddling on our beds. “If only we could stay here for more days, but Dad needs us in the palace. He was too worried and anxious, thinking he wouldn’t be able to fulfill his duties,” he added.

“Hmm… Maybe he’s not used to the palace thing anymore since he was away for a very long time,” I replied. “But he has done so many good things for our kind, even when he was a rogue,” I added.

According to Rapha, even when he was at odds with the palace, he made sure to extend his help to those in need. Despite being a rogue, his kingly demeanor set him apart. Helping and serving his people was ingrained in his heart. It was unfortunate that he had been ousted just when he was about to assume the position.

Calvin and James already believed in him. It was a short time, but that’s how it was now. “Baby, thank you for being with me. Thank goddess, I found you. Thank you to Pi, who howled in pain the last time I got intimate with Eunice,” he said.

“And why is that? Why do you have to remind me of your little charade with that woman?” I asked, trying to control my anger.

“Don’t get mad. After she howled and heard it, I decided to find you. I know and can feel that my mate is just there, and I know that she knows who I am to her. I smelled everyone in the pack other than you, so I thought that it must be you. I focused solely on you, especially during the pack tournament. And then that kiss incident,” he added, and I suddenly felt guilty. “You don’t know how scared I was when I found out that you were mine after I saw you kissing another man. But I understand you now. You are right; if I had no other way to know you were mine, I might think that you are crazy for claiming me to be yours.”

“Let’s look forward to our future. What we have been through will be the guide we can use to have a better life ahead. We are no ordinary couple. We are soon to be king and queen, so we need to show them how to live fairly. I want us to be their role models so we will be able to live in peace and harmony with other species.”

“I’m sure that you’re going to be a great queen.”

“And you’re going to be a great king,” I replied.

Our vacation was the happiest day of my life. It was just us, and we didn’t need to think about anything or any problems. But that has come to an end since it’s already been a week, and we need to go back to the palace and help King Marcus.

As we crossed the palace border, Matteo and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity. The surroundings and atmosphere exuded a lively energy, almost as if a celebration were underway.

“Did they organize a party for our arrival?” Matteo inquired.

“I have no idea,” I replied, genuinely clueless.

“Is there something going on?” Matteo directed his question at James, who had fetched us at the airport. Despite our inquiries, all he offered was, “Everything’s OK there.”

Instead of heading to the main palace, James guided us to the villa where all the events were taking place. “Let’s go,” he urged, leading us down the road. Arriving at the main entrance, we found the closed door soon opening after he knocked.

Why were there so many people? I even spotted my adoptive parents, wearing smiles that radiated genuine happiness. Some faces were unfamiliar. Camila and Alec approached us, draping capes over our shoulders. Confused, I wondered, “What the hell is going on?” They then led us in front of King Marcus, who was smiling.

“Dad, don’t tell me,” Matteo began, and the king nodded before addressing all our guests from various packs and regions.

“Everyone, your king and queen,” he announced, and applause filled the air. I was taken aback. I had anticipated giving him a proper ceremony upon our return from vacation, not the other way around. We could only accept the unexpected turn of events.

After placing crowns on our heads, King Marcus positioned Matteo and me to face the crowd, our hands clasped. From this moment onward, we would be more than just individuals; we were the king and queen. Glancing at Matteo, I saw the happiness in his expression. He deserved this role, destined to become the strongest king our kingdom had ever seen. My role was clear-to support him every step of the way.

I vowed to be the queen he needed, committed to staying by his side forever. Matteo, my Lycan Prince-no, let me rephrase that, My King Matteo!

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