Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

5 I Came For My Son

In fact, compared to the schoolgirls who prefer the captain of the football team, I am more drawn to men with artistic qualities and a sexy intellect. That makes me somewhat out of place among the strong and physically robust werewolf community. However, I must admit that Prince Louis perfectly fulfills all the requirements of my ideal type—look at those broad shoulders and perfect waist-to-hip ratio! He even surpasses my expectations. I couldn't take my eyes off him for a few seconds, and my heartbeat gradually quickened. Thankfully, I've always been good at controlling my expressions. So, despite feeling all flustered inside, I quickly adjusted my facial expression. "Why didn't you call me by my name today?" I suddenly noticed something and couldn't help but ask curiously. "Do you dislike that address?" Instead of directly answering my question, Prince Louis chose to counter-question me. "...Not really." I shook my head and bit my lip, saying, "But my wolf hasn't given me any information about a mate yet, so..." Prince Louis smiled as he looked at me. I must say, his current attire made me feel even more at ease around him. He walked over and took my hand, saying, "It's alright. I've said it before, you can't go anywhere except by my side." He said it with absolute certainty. I couldn't help but retort, "You're too domineering." "If I were really domineering, you wouldn't be awake right now." Prince Louis said ambiguously. Before I could figure out what he meant, he leaned close to my neck, took a deep breath, and then asked in a low voice, "How many days?" I was stunned. "What?" "I'm asking you, how many days until your period's over?" His tone was filled with heavy resentment and dissatisfaction. "I can't wait any longer." After a few seconds, I suddenly reacted, and my cheeks turned red. "Are you getting shy now?" Prince Louis curled his lips, wearing an expression reminiscent of those bad boys on the streets. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Mate, you better tell the truth and I'll have enough time to prepare. You wouldn't want to get hurt in the middle of our first time, right?" Werewolves never fear blood and wounds, but not under these circumstances! Prince Louis pressed on, and I couldn't do anything about it, so I could only lower my head, pretending to look pitiful. "There are five days left." Prince Louis's face instantly turned dark. "Five days? Seriously? Can you bleed continuously for half a month?" "It's not that exaggerated," I retorted, "It's just one week, which is normal." However, Prince Louis's expression was as serious as that of a criminal about to receive a life sentence in court. He gritted his teeth and glared at me. "So, every month we are together, I'll have a week when I can't do anything?" "Every month we are together..." I liked this description. So, I unconsciously smiled and nodded at him silly. Prince Louis took a deep breath and squeezed out a curse from his tightly pursed lips. My laughter amused him, and even though he was sulking before, he couldn't help but relax when he saw me like that. He sighed and smiled lightly, "Forget it," he said, "as long as you're happy, mate. I'll endure the week." However, when he said the last sentence, his smile noticeably became forced. My smile became even more obvious. But just then, there was a knock on the bedroom door. At the same time, a gentle voice echoed, "Louis, are you in there? I want to talk to you about something." The voice sounded very young, like someone in their twenties. I was surprised. In this mansion, is there someone who dared to call Prince Louis by his name directly? So, I turned my head, looking at the person with a questioning gaze. However, Prince Louis's expression puzzled me even more. His previously slightly amused expression turned cold. His bright eyes, akin to a clear sky, were suddenly obscured by thick dark clouds. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke, "Come in." The door was pushed open. A woman dressed in a black lace dress stood there. When she saw me, a look of surprise flashed across her face. I curiously sized her up. She seemed to be around the same age as me, perhaps three or four years older, with smooth, light golden ear-length hair, wearing bright red lipstick. Her neck was slender, and she had an elegant demeanor, giving off an air of nobility. What stood out the most were her fox-like, beautifully agile green eyes, just like those clever foxes that could communicate with humans in fairy tales. Unlike some other female aristocrats I had seen before, she didn't wear too many expensive pieces of jewelry. She only had a classic diamond bracelet on her wrist and held a dark green handbag without any logos. However, the wolf head on her bracelet made me feel familiar. It was the same style as the ring in Prince Louis's hand. "Apologies for disturbing you, Your Highness." She first bowed her head and curtsied to Prince Louis, then turned her gaze towards me and smiled, "This should be Claire. Nice to meet you. I'm Maria." Maria. I had heard her name before. She was Liam Buchan's bride... Wait a minute, isn't Liam His Highness Prince Louis's brother? In other words, Maria is the woman who abandoned Prince Louis? My eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, I forgot to speak. This made Maria's smile stiffen a bit. But Prince Louis clearly had no intention of helping her out. He just asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?" He was still holding my hand, and his grip even tightened. Maria stared at our intertwined hands, her emerald-like eyes dimmed. But she quickly raised another smile and softly said, "Let's go downstairs to talk, Your Highness." Prince Louis frowned. "Alfred, where are you?" He suddenly asked an unrelated question. "I'm sorry, Your Highness." Alfred's voice came from the hallway. It turned out he had followed Maria upstairs. "I'm here." "What were you doing just now?" Prince Louis questioned, "Why wasn't I informed when she arrived?" "My apologies, Your Highness. That was my fault. Her Highness came for an impromptu visit today. I was planning to inform you about her arrival as a guest, but she seemed eager. Please forgive me. As an old man, who's not as agile, I couldn't stop her in time." Alfred spoke politely, and his reason seemed flawless. However, Maria's expression turned a bit unpleasant. She realized that her sudden visit was rash and impolite, especially when she paid no mind to the fact that the master of this mansion was still resting, and she knocked on the door upstairs. "I'm sorry, Your Highness," she looked genuinely remorseful, "I didn't mean to disturb you. I just... I'm sorry, I came for my son." Maria adopted a humble demeanor. I saw her looking at Prince Louis with a near-pleading gaze, her eyes shimmering with a faint sheen of water. As a woman who had just lost her husband, even though I knew she had betrayed Prince Louis before, I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. Prince Louis, however, maintained his expressionless face. Just when I thought he wouldn't relent, he sighed and compromised. "Let's talk in the living room," he said. I had planned to find an excuse to avoid this—perhaps they were going to discuss matters related to the royal family. After all, hadn't Maria just mentioned that she was coming for her son? But Prince Louis didn't seem to want me to leave. He firmly held my hand, turned his head towards me, and said, "You come too, mate."