Lycan Prince Matteo

Freya

Matteo dismissed Camila as soon as he entered our bedroom. The omega obeyed, leaving me feeling a bit uneasy. His expression hinted that he might have caught wind of the commotion on the first floor involving the woman and the elderly man. Now I understood why he shared the information about Matteo’s mate from nine years ago.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

As he stared at me, I anticipated him to share whatever was on his mind. Was he displeased with my self-defense against those two? Did he expect me to unquestioningly listen to that woman’s words? “What is it?” I inquired.

“What happened?” he queried in return. “What?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I retorted, and he sighed, seemingly attempting to control his anger.

“Why did you have to clash with Eunice?” he probed. So, my decision to stand up for myself was a significant issue. “I didn’t clash with her.”

“And what do you call what you did? Even with Ronaldo, why did you confront him?”

“Do I seem like someone who rants for no reason?” I asked, causing him to stiffen. “I apologize if I caused a scene earlier. It won’t happen again.” I replied, turning my back on him. I was irritated; he wanted me to do nothing. Why did he bring me here in the first place?

“I am not done talking!” he exclaimed.

“I am done!” I shouted back. He was furious, possibly feeling disrespected. He gripped my neck and said, “Never shout at me; no one dares to shout at me. Remember that,” letting go of me. I didn’t want to be here, but he compelled me to endure this treatment. I was hurt that he treated me this way. Back in the Midnight Pack, he defended me from that woman. What changed? Was he truly considering making her his chosen mate?

We were meant to have lunch, but he chose to argue instead. “I want to go back to the pack,” I stated as he turned away, heading towards the bathroom. He stopped abruptly.

“What did you just say?” he demanded, clearly furious. “I want to return to the Midnight Pack,” I repeated.

“Why!” he yelled. Did he really need to ask? “Do you want to be with that future beta so badly? Or is it the future gamma or alpha? Tell me!” he asked angrily.

“How did Clay end up involved in our fight? Why are you mentioning their names when they’re not even here?” I yelled. He had no right to do that. Our argument was because of that person, and here he was getting angry at someone who wasn’t even present.

He approached me and grasped my neck once again, but Camila prevented him from doing or saying whatever he had planned. “Your Highness, King Marco, has invited you and Her Highness for lunch,” she said from the other side of the door after knocking.

“I hate you!” I declared, and I saw pain on his face, but I no longer cared. It was painful for me as well, but I didn’t appreciate what he did to me. It felt like he could harm me physically at any moment. He released me, but I continued to glare at him.

I didn’t know what had happened to him or where he came from to act like that. I hated him, and that was final. I turned around and went to bed after telling him, “I am not in the mood to eat.”

“The king requested our presence at the dining table,” he said in a low voice.

“Then I will let him kill me for disrespecting him,” I retorted before going to bed. It was lunchtime, and I was contemplating sleeping, ready to face the consequences of not accepting the king’s invitation. I sighed, covered myself with the comforter, and repeatedly told myself how much I despised Matteo.

I felt him leave our bedroom, so I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. I felt sad that this was happening to me. I regretted the fact that he found out that I was his. If only I could turn back time, I would have tried to avoid him with all my might. I would rather endure his infidelity than be treated the way he treated me just now.

Yes, it was physically painful, but what I felt now was also tormenting. I felt like I meant nothing to him, and I didn’t know what to do about it. What if that person ecame his chosen mate? What would happen to me? That old man told me that he had smelled his scent before. Is that why he was acting like this towards me? Then why did he bring me here? There must be someone who confuses him.

‘Don’t think too much about it,’ Pi said. She had been unusually quiet, and her talking to me now surprised me.

‘Why?’

‘I already told you, I am undergoing a transformation. When I become a Lycan, he will surely believe us,’ she replied.

‘Then I am going to make things hard for him.’

‘Yes, for everything he did to us. Especially earlier. You don’t know how furious I was, and the King was trying to soothe me,’ she replied.

‘King?’ I asked. Who the hell is he?

‘His Lycan. He had been talking to me, and it appeared he wasn’t talking to our mate either. Did you know that Matteo didn’t know his Lycan’s name?’ She told me.”

“‘How come?’

‘Maybe because they aren’t close enough. King didn’t like anyone besides us, but Matteo had been with female Lycans for a long time, so he was mad at him,’ she replied.

‘I see.’

‘So don’t overthink, because everything will become clear on the next full moon,’ she assured. ‘Thank you; I didn’t know what I would do, and I was confused about Matteo’s actions.’

‘But don’t let your guard down with the female Lycan. King told me she’s the only constant female Lycan that Matteo has been with ever since.’ She warned me. ‘That’s why she was acting like that. They might have been together for decades, and me coming between them was something she didn’t expect. I’m sure she knew about the mate Matteo smelled nine years ago and feels threatened by me now.

‘Pi, whatever happens, I am not going to let that female Lycan get what she wants. So help me always, alright?’

‘Do you need to ask that? Of course, I am always with you, and so is King,’ she reassured. My problem now is Matteo. How come he was acting like that towards me? I had to find out, so I got up and went to the dining hall.”