Lycan Princess Vampire Mate

Liz Powers The moment the car rolled to a stop in front of Silver Moon academy, my mind did a 360, my wolf was restless, I felt a strange pull at the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t nervousness, but it wasn’t relief either. It was somewhere in-between pressure and nostalgia. The building towered above me like a glass monolith, screaming luxury and at the same time looking effortlessly simple. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the morning light in sharp silver-like fragments, the school’s insignia shimmered like a crown at the top, next to the name : Silver Moon Academy. It was one of the top five schools in all the Lycan territory, owned by the most powerful Lycan families. The others— Moonfang Academy, Cresent Moon Academy, Silverpine Academy, and the worst of the worst, the warriors school: Bloodhowl Institute. As the name implied, it was created for only warriors. Common folks would never survive. There were no gentle teachers or quiet halls filled with chatter. Every lesson ended in blood, sometimes your own. Students didn’t earn grades; they earned scars. Combat was part of the curriculum, and brutality was the only language anyone respected. To survive at Bloodhowl, you don’t need intelligence or charm. You needed claws, instincts, and the will to break bones before yours were broken. So, that was totally out of it for me. To be a student of these schools, you needed to be of Lycan royal blood, or your parents are just filthy rich. In my case, I was both. And that did come with consequences. My family was the strongest among the top five and my father was the Lycan king. You might think that meant getting preferential treatment and being welcomed with a bouquet of roses and daisies, but in my case, I was hunted. By the same people who greeted my father with smiling faces each time he opened their doors to them. I had attended all three schools, and in each, my life was in danger. I always had to move before the end of the semester, because someone wanted to murder me so badly they didn’t care if they did it in front of people. The Silver Moon Academy was my last hope. It belonged to my father’s longtime best friend, and the only man with integrity besides my father, in the Lycan world. I know what you’re thinking — shouldn’t I be safe in my own pack’s school? Well, that’s the thing. Everyone in my pack seemed to have a thing for my father’s ass. I could show up in class once and still end the semester with straight A’s… or a single B, if they wanted to pretend it was subtle. It didn’t take long to realize I was never going to actually learn anything there. So my father and I agreed it was best for me to study in another pack, and, judging by how fast his enemies supported the idea, I’d say they couldn’t wait to see me go. “Well, we’re here,” Harry announced, pressing a button. My window rolled down smoothly, and I leaned slightly forward to glance outside. I drew in a deep breath , the air outside carried the scent of petrichor and ambition, a perfect blend of what the world of the Lycan stood for. The security guard seated beside Harry quickly stepped out and opened my door with a polished “Welcome, Miss Powers.” I rolled my eyes at the overblown display of formality. I’d insisted on coming with only Harry, but my father wouldn’t hear of it. He’d gone on and on about potential threats, despite the Silver Moon being the most trustworthy. He intended to send a bunch of guards but I spent hours pleading with him to make me leave with just Harry and Reed. It was bad enough that I was the Lycan princess. Parading the school with guards will ruin my chance of having any social life. Yet, knowing my father and catching sight of the not-so-subtle black car that had been trailing us from a discreet distance, I was certain he’d stationed an entire security team anyway. I stepped out slowly, heels clicking against the polished stone driveway. The building’s mirrored surface threw my reflection back at me, composed, immaculate, and utterly afraid for her life, yet…itching to attend a party as soon as the opportunity comes. “Are you sure you’re all right, Miss Powers?” Harry asked, his expression lined with concern. I smiled faintly, smoothing an invisible crease from my dress. “I’m fine, thank you.” He hesitated before nodding. “Good luck, Miss Powers. And know that we would be there every step of the way.” I laughed softly under my breath. “This family doesn’t run on luck,” I said, turning toward the glass doors. “It does on power.” The lobby was vast and almost intimidating in its precision, white floors, suspended gold chandeliers and black walls that toned down everything. Every surface sparkled, every corner oozed of wealth and grandeur. The moment I walked in, heads turned. Conversations stilled, and all at once, I could feel eyes tracking my every step. “Good morning, Princess,” one of the security guards greeted, straightening immediately. Another joined, “Welcome to the Silver Moon Academy, Princess Liz.” Their smiles were polite, practiced, and very hollow. I returned the greeting with a nod, pretending not to notice the way they looked at me, part admiration, part reproach, like they couldn’t decide whether to be proud or annoyed. They weren’t impressed by me. They were impressed by the name and title stitched into my bloodline. If I weren’t the Lycan King’s daughter, half of them wouldn’t have spared me a second glance. But power changes perception. My reflection followed me in the glass walls as I strode across the lobby, dark gray suit, tailored to perfection, the kind of cut that whispered authority. Beneath it, a white silk blouse fastened with gold cufflinks, paired with black stilettos that announced every step like punctuation marks. My hair was coiled nearly as the nape of my neck, and my lipstick was the exact shade of quiet danger. By the time I reached the Dean’s office, the hum of whispers had already spread. The last attempt on my life was not news to the public. Everyone spoke about it and had a version of the story that didn’t even happen. The doors swung open at my approach. The Dean looked up from her papers, old gray brows lifting. “You’re late, Miss Powers!.” Yeah, how could I have forgotten? The Dean was none other than Morgan Evermore. She was Alpha’s sister. Despite being older than him, she never cared about power. All she cared about was the school, making sure every member of the Silver Moon pack had a good education. She was a good woman, really, but her obsession with discipline would pose a threat to my rebellious nature. Still…. It doesn’t kill to have a little fun. I paused at the threshold, meeting her gaze evenly. “Is that so?” A faint, deliberate smile touched my lips. “My apologies.” Then I took my seat without waiting for permission. “I was too busy running away from the people who have been trying to kill me.” Harry, who had magically appeared, quickly swooped in: “Forgive the princess, Lady Morgan, she’s just tired from the journey.” Her brows furrowed as she locked gaze with him, the only thing thicker than her frown was my red lipstick. She looked at me disapprovingly, shook her head, and returned her gaze to the people present in the room. Many frowned at my bluntness. Some even argued that my father had spoiled me with too much freedom, that I lacked the elegance and etiquette expected of a Lycan princess. I’d say they were just too hard on their asses. Of course, they blamed my wild streak on my mother. My mother was a rogue, and my father had fallen for her, head over heels. Honestly, if my mother had been a breathing statue like most of the people in this room, I doubt my father would have given her a second glance. The tension was palpable, it felt as though the room itself was holding its breath. Lady Morgan’s mouth thinned, but she said nothing. Instead, I caught her glancing toward the door, looking restless and distracted. “Expecting someone?” I asked lightly, uncrossing my legs and tapping my nails on the table. “Your father,” she said. “He was meant to join us.” “He won’t be coming.” My tone was calm, almost more pleasant than he deserved. “Whatever we have to discuss, Harry is here—“ “But he’s just your driver,” one of the men, who had been shifting uncomfortably in his chair, since the moment I arrived—finally spoke up. “And I don’t know who you are, yet you’re here and seem crucial to this meeting.” I replied nonchalantly, mentally giving him an eye roll. I could feel the anger radiating off him in waves, but he tried his best to keep his composure. Lady Morgan, who seemed like she wanted to tear me into pieces, quickly cut in. “Chairman Cain, Harry might be the princess’ Driver, but the King trusts him more than anyone else.” She explained. He didn’t hide his disapproval. “Of course.” The door suddenly burst open before she could continue. A startled guard tried to block the entrance, but my arch nemesis pushed past him with that familiar mix of arrogance and desperation. He looked impeccable as always.. I gave my head a small shake, a silent reprimand. His outfit or look was none of my concern. “Gentlemen,” he said smoothly, as if he hadn’t just forced his way in. His gaze found mine, lingering too long. “Elizabeth.” Damn! It! I clenched my fist, I could feel my fingers digging into my nails. He knew how much I hated being called Elizabeth, and that was exactly why he called me that. Apollo. Evermore. My arch nemesis. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say he looked like he had been carved by the moon goddess herself, high cheekbones that caught the light just right, hair that shimmered like silver threads under the sun, and eyes so impossibly blue they could make anyone forget how to breathe. But for all that perfection, his arrogance was cosmic, off-the-charts, blinding, impossible to ignore. And the only person who never bought into his bullshit? Me. That was the thorn in his flawless exterior, the puzzle he couldn’t solve. And because I refused to kneel before his charm, he made it his mission to haunt me, to push me, to be… my tormentor forever. “Princess Powers,” I corrected, without missing a beat. He hesitated, before holding out a bouquet of white lilies. “I thought you’d like these, Liz. They’re your favorite.” I glanced at the flowers, then back at him. “How thoughtful,” I said coolly. “But I don’t think it’s right to bring flowers to someone who was changing schools in the middle of the semester due to continuous attempts on her life.” My tone sharpened slightly. “And we’re busy here if you don’t mind.” There were mumbled gasps flying across the room. The only reason I could hear was due to my special Lycan abilities as a royal. A wave of shock rippled through the room. I had just put their Alpha’s son, the heir to the Evermore throne— in his place, and judging by the glares and whispers, it clearly hadn’t sat well with anyone. A faint flush crept up his neck. “Liz, I—” “Please, have a seat,” I said before he could finish. He obeyed, choosing the chair beside me. I focused my attention on the rest of the people in the room again.“Now, Lady Morgan, gentlemen, let’s discuss how I don’t get f*****g killed.”