The Lycan prince and his omega

Chapter 2

Benjamin’s POV

The sun hung low over the rolling hills of Tuscany, painting everything in soft shades of gold. A gentle breeze moved through the trees, carrying the scent of wildflowers across the estate.

It was peaceful.

This was what I enjoyed most about the countryside—the silence, the distance from politics, and the illusion of normal life.

My name is Benjamin.

A Lycan prince.

I had arrived in Tuscany two days ago, officially to establish a branch of my company. Unofficially, it was another one of my father’s strategies.

King or not, he never stopped trying to push me toward the same goal.

Find a mate.

As if it were that simple.

I leaned back slightly, watching the horizon darken as the sun dipped lower.

Lycans like me did not live the way wolves did. We were stronger, longer-lived, and far more difficult to read. Even now, I could pass for a man barely out of his youth if I chose to hide what I was.

I didn’t.

Instead, I kept a carefully controlled appearance—clean, composed, and unmistakably powerful. It made dealing with humans easier and kept unwanted questions away.

Thirty years old.

And still unmated.

For my kind, that wasn’t unusual. Lycans often found their mates later than ordinary wolves. Some never did.

But for royalty, it was a problem that never stopped being discussed.

Especially by my parents.

I exhaled slowly.

Their concern had become predictable. Every visit, every call, every conversation somehow circled back to the same subject.

When will you bring home your mate?

So I left.

Or at least, I gave them a reason to believe I had.

A company expansion.

A diplomatic excuse.

Anything to escape the constant pressure.

But even here, in this quiet place, I could not fully outrun it.

The first wave of official pack visits was already scheduled.

Feasts. Greetings. Performances of loyalty I didn’t believe in.

Unmated she-wolves pretending not to stare too long.

Alphas pretending not to calculate what they could gain from me.

Lunas smiling too sharply, too carefully.

All of it was exhausting before it even began.

I clenched my jaw slightly.

I should have been used to it by now.

But I wasn’t.

I let my gaze drift back to the landscape, forcing myself to focus on something real. Something simple. The wind. The trees. Anything that wasn’t politics or expectation.

Still, one name kept circling in my mind.

Golden Moon Pack.

The first official visit on my list.

I had heard stories about it from my father… and from Aunt Sofia. They spoke of it as a once-respected pack. Strong. Stable. Traditional.

But the rumors I had heard since arriving here told a different story.

Something had changed.

Something was wrong.

And yet—

My wolf stirred.

Not aggressively.

Not warning me.

Excited.

I frowned slightly.

“That’s new,” I muttered under my breath.

He never reacted like that without reason.

But whenever I tried to reach for an explanation, he went quiet.

Almost like he was waiting.

For something.

Or someone.

I exhaled slowly, pushing the thought aside.

Whatever was waiting for me at the Golden Moon Pack… I would see it soon enough.

I turned slightly, ready to leave the balcony.

That was when it hit me.

A sudden pull slammed into my chest.

My steps stopped instantly.

Not pain.

Not fear.

Something far more unsettling.

My wolf stirred violently inside me.

Alert.

Focused.

*Reaching.*

“What… was that?” I muttered under my breath.

And then I felt it.

A scent.

Faint. Distant.

Almost unreal.

It brushed against my senses like a whisper—sweet, warm… and dangerously familiar.

My heart gave a hard, unexpected beat.

My grip tightened slightly on the railing.

For a second… just a second…

My wolf surged forward with certainty.

*Mate.*

The word echoed inside me, sharp and absolute.

My breath caught.

Silence followed.

Then I let out a slow, disbelieving exhale.

“No,” I said firmly.

Impossible.

Mates didn’t work like this.

Not from this distance.

Not before meeting.

Not without confirmation.

I forced my wolf back, locking him down with practiced control.

“You’re imagining things,” I muttered to myself.

But even as I said it, my chest still felt… pulled.

Like something had brushed against a locked door inside me and left it slightly open.

The scent lingered just long enough to unsettle me.

Then it faded.

I stared out at the horizon, jaw tightening.

“Golden Moon Pack,” I said quietly.

Coincidence.

It had to be.

But for the first time since arriving in Tuscany…

I wasn’t completely convinced.