Marco’s POV
I woke up to a scene that was unfamiliar to me. The room that I was in was strange, and my head was throbbing with pain. As I began to take in my surroundings, I noticed a girl, Scarlett, who was staring at me with a gaze that was intense and focused. She was studying my wrist and shoulder, and her eyes kept darting back and forth between the two.
Initially, I thought that she might be admiring the tattoos that were on my wrist and shoulder, but as my memory began to return, I realized who I was, and the significance of the girl's actions. It became clear to me that she too must have recognized who I was.
"You're scared," I said, finally breaking the silence. "That you've slept with a Lycan prince."
Scarlett didn't say anything for a moment, still looking at me with a mix of fear and fascination.
"I just... I didn't know," she stammered finally. "I didn't know who you were."
I sat up, ignoring the pain in my head. "It doesn't matter. We had a good time, right?"
Scarlett hesitated before nodding slowly. "Yes, it was fun. But I don't think I can just forget about this, about you being a Lycan prince."
I sighed. It was always the same with Omegas. They were so scared of us, even when we were trying to show them kindness. But I couldn't blame her, not really. The Lycans had a reputation, after all.
"I understand," I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "But you don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you."
Scarlett looked up at me, and I could see the fear still in her eyes. But there was something else there too, something that made me think maybe she wasn't completely afraid of me.
"I should go," she said, standing up and grabbing her clothes. "Thank you for... last night."
I watched her leave, feeling a sense of disappointment. I didn't even know her name, and now she was gone. But I knew I couldn't dwell on it. There were more important things to worry about, like the upcoming war between the Lycans and the Rival Pack.
As I got dressed, I couldn't help but think about Scarlett. She had been different than the other girls I had been with, more... genuine. But it didn't matter. She was just an Omega, and I was a Lycan prince. We could never be together, not really.
I left the room, my thoughts still on Scarlett. But I knew I had to push them aside, to focus on my duties. The war was coming, and I had to be ready.
Scarlett’s POV
I rushed out of the room and ran down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had slept with the Lycan prince! And now, I was scared and confused, not knowing what to do next.
As I made my way out of the club, I couldn't help but feel like everyone was staring at me, like they all knew what I had just done. I felt ashamed and embarrassed, but most of all, I was terrified of what would happen if anyone found out.
I hailed a cab and told the driver to take me to my uncle's house. I needed to clear my head and figure out what to do next. But when I arrived, I realized that my uncle wasn't home. He was probably off on one of his late outings, like he always was.
I stumbled into my house, still in shock from what just happened. As soon as I entered my room, I locked the door and headed straight to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and let the steam fill the room, hoping that it would help me clear my head.
As I stood there under the shower, my mind kept going back to Marco. I could still feel his touch on my skin, his lips on my neck, and his breath on my ear. He was so handsome, with his chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, and strong arms. I couldn't help but picture him in my head, over and over again.
As the water cascaded over my body, I closed my eyes and pictured Marco in my head. His sharp jawline, chiseled chest, and piercing blue eyes. I saw the fangs, the claws, and the power that he possessed. He was a Lycan prince, a creature that I had only heard of in stories. I knew nothing about him or his world, and that scared me more than anything else.
I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in over my head, that I had no business getting involved with him. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the way he made me feel. He had awakened something inside of me, a passion and desire that I had never known before.
I couldn't deny the attraction that I felt towards him, but it only made me feel worse. I was just an Omega wolf, coming from a lineage of weaklings. My parents, who had passed away years ago, would be disappointed in me if they knew who I had slept with.
I tried to shake off my thoughts and focus on the present. Marco was a Lycan prince, and that meant he was dangerous. I didn't know anything about his pack or their traditions, and I didn't want to get involved in anything that could harm me. But the way he had looked at me, the way he had touched me, made it hard to forget about him.
I knew that I was nothing in the pack, just a lowly Omega wolf with no power or status. And Marco was a prince, someone who could have anyone he wanted. It was foolish of me to think that anything could come out of what had happened between us. But the memory of his touch lingered on my skin, making me feel alive in a way that I had never felt before.
As I finished my shower, I knew that I had to forget about Marco and move on. I couldn't let my attraction to him cloud my judgement, and I had to focus on my duties to my own pack. But a part of me couldn't help but wonder what could have happened if I was someone different, someone who had more to offer than just being an Omega wolf. As I got out of the shower and dried myself off, I made a decision.
I couldn't let this one-night stand define me or my future. I needed to move on and put it behind me. But first, I needed to find out more about the Lycans and what they were capable of. Maybe then, I could finally put my fears to rest and move on with my life.
Macro’s POV I stormed out of my room and made my way to my father's chamber, my anger boiling up inside of me. I knew that I was in for a heated conversation. As I entered the room, I could see that my father was already angry. "Why can't you settle down, Marco?" Alpha Damian growled. "You're going to be taking the throne soon, and you can't keep flirting around with all the maidens of the land. I want to see my grandson before I die." I bristled at my father's words. I had no intention of settling down and producing an heir just because my father wanted me to. "I'll settle down when I find the right woman," I replied through gritted teeth. "I won't be forced into anything." "You're being selfish, Marco," my father spat. "You have a duty to your people and your pack. You need to start thinking about the future." "I am thinking about the future," I countered. "But I won't be pressured into a loveless marriage just for the sake of producing an heir. I want to find someone I truly lo
Scarlett’s POV My anxiety only intensified as my uncle drove me to the hospital. The thought of what could be wrong with me made me feel queasy, and the car ride felt like it would never end. When we finally arrived at the hospital, I clutched my stomach and felt like I might faint. My uncle put his hand on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze as we entered the building. The process was quick and efficient, but it felt like it took hours. I was shuffled from room to room, taking tests and answering questions. All the while, I was silently praying that it was just a normal illness and that everything would be okay. When we finally met with the doctor, I was so anxious that I could barely speak. The doctor handed a piece of paper to my uncle, and my heart felt like it was about to beat out of my chest. Why didn't the doctor tell me directly? Was it bad news? My uncle didn't say anything as we left the hospital, and I felt like I was going to explode with worry. The drive back
Scarlett’s POV I found myself immersed in solitude within the embrace of the garden's enchanting presence. The air, caressed by a tender breeze, danced harmoniously among the foliage, orchestrating a melody that resonated with the tempestuous whirlwind of thoughts whirling within me. Enveloped in my introspection, abruptly, a familiar voice materialized, shattering the tranquil stillness that had settled around me. As I settled into the solitary haven of the garden, its allure encompassed my senses, captivating me in a profound embrace. The symphony of nature played out before me, as the delicate zephyr whispered its secrets through the rustling leaves. It was a gentle lullaby, intertwining with the tumultuous tempest swirling within the depths of my mind. Immersed in contemplation, I was caught off guard by an unexpected intrusion—a voice, once known, breaking the silence with a resounding crack. The garden, a sanctuary for reflection, had become my refuge from the chaotic outside
Marco’s POV "Excuse me, Mr. Marcos," the guard said, his voice respectful but hurried. "I have a message for you. Your father is calling you. He requested your immediate presence." My heart sank at the mention of my father. Our relationship had always been strained, and his sudden request filled me with a sense of unease. I exchanged a worried glance with Scarlett before turning back to the guard. "Thank you for letting me know," I replied, trying to maintain composure. "I'll go see him right away." Scarlett looked at me with concern, her eyes searching mine for answers. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "I don't know," I admitted, a touch of anxiety seeping into my voice. "But I need to find out." With a heavy heart, I excused myself from Scarlett's side, promising that I would return as soon as I could. She nodded, her expression a mix of understanding and concern. As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me in my father's presenc
Marco’s POV My father's frustration reached its boiling point, his face contorted with anger and disappointment. In a fit of rage, he raised his hand and delivered a stinging slap across my face. The room fell silent, the echo of the impact lingering in the air. Shock and pain washed over me as I clutched my cheek, my eyes welling up with tears. The emotional turmoil I had been wrestling with suddenly transformed into a seething anger. The weight of his expectations, the years of feeling controlled, had finally reached its breaking point. "You dare strike me?" I hissed through gritted teeth, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "I won't be treated like a puppet any longer. I deserve respect, Father, as your son and as a human being." My father's expression wavered between remorse and defiance, but I was no longer willing to bear witness to his volatile emotions. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. As
Marco’s POV As Scarlett's words echoed in my mind, guilt and remorse washed over me like a relentless tide. I watched as she walked away, her figure slowly fading into the distance, and the weight of my deception settled upon my shoulders. I felt a mixture of sadness, regret, and an overwhelming desire to make things right. I had lied to Scarlett, kept her in the dark about the true nature of our marriage. I had failed to reveal the underlying motive behind our union – my father's political ambitions. The realization of my actions pierced through me like a thousand needles, each one reminding me of the pain I had caused her. As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, the grand estate surrounding me felt cold and empty. The opulence that once held allure now seemed hollow and meaningless. The love I had for Scarlett had been tainted by my own selfishness, and I was left grappling with the consequences of my choices. Regret consumed me, and I couldn't help but replay the moments that led
Scarlett’s POV I pulled away from Marco, my body still humming with desire, as the knock on the door interrupted our intimate moment. My heart raced, and a mix of annoyance and curiosity flickered in my eyes as I called out, "Who's there?" The muffled voice on the other side responded, "Your Highness, it's a messenger with urgent news. The King requests your presence immediately." A surge of frustration coursed through me. How could this be happening now? Just when Marco and I had found solace in each other's embrace, the outside world intruded upon our private sanctuary. But duty called, and I couldn't ignore the King's summons. Reluctantly, I disentangled myself from Marco's embrace, a sense of longing lingering in the air between us. With a quick, apologetic glance, I hastily adjusted my appearance, ensuring that no trace of our passionate encounter remained visible. "Please inform the King that I will be there shortly," I called out to the messenger, my voice laced with a hint
Marco's POV Macro emerged from the grand palace gates, feeling the gentle touch of a cool breeze on his face. It provided a fleeting moment of relief amidst the turmoil that consumed him. His mind was heavy with thoughts about the perplexing exchange between Scarlett and his father, the King. Questions swirled in his head, leaving him bewildered. Why had his father summoned Scarlett instead of him? What could be the motives behind this unexpected decision? Lost in contemplation, Macro noticed a group of guards stationed near the entrance. Their alert and watchful expressions caught his attention. Curiosity sparked within him, and he approached them, hoping to find some insight or solace in their company. One of the guards recognized Macro and greeted him with a respectful nod. "Good evening, Prince Macro. Is there anything we can assist you with?" the guard asked. Macro looked at the guards, recognizing them as loyal members of the royal retinue. Seeking a momentary escape from his