Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

8 Don't move!

He carried me all the way to the outside of the hall.

A black Bentley was parked outside, adorned with the silver-gray royal emblem. A Beta respectfully opened the car door for us.

Prince Louis carried me into the car. He held me tightly in his embrace. My head was forced to rest on his shoulder, and my cheek was pressed against the smooth and exquisite white shirt.

I could hear his heartbeat clearly, like a steady and powerful drumbeat, knocking against my eardrums, merging with the sound of my own heartbeat. Remembering the gazes of the werewolves watching us as we left earlier, I could only bite my lip and bury my flushed cheeks in the man's embrace.

It all happened too quickly.

It was only when the car door closed, and the narrow and dim space inside the car made my nerves tense up again.

I cleared my throat, straightened up, and was about to speak, but the man bent down and held my ankle, removing the remaining high-heeled shoe.

The words I wanted to say instantly got stuck in my throat.

A prince was serving me?

My brain was in chaos. Memories that I had ignored earlier resurfaced in my mind. Prince Louis said I was his mate... But to be honest, I didn't quite believe it.

Because I had just asked my wolf, and she didn't feel anything for him. Maybe Prince Louis had made a mistake, or perhaps my wolf hadn't yet recovered from the blow of betrayal. I knew she needed time to heal herself.

And I haven't forgotten what Mrs. Smith said to me before. Prince Louis had a mate, and he even killed his own brother in order to snatch his mate. Regardless of whether he is a member of the royal family or not, I can only keep my distance from such a ferocious and ruthless man.

"You're distracted," Prince Louis stared at me.

Dangerous desire surged in the depths of his eyes as he hoarsely asked, "Do you regret it? The moment you get in the car, you have no chance of regret."

I snapped back to reality, "No, it's not like that! I was just..."

But the man didn't listen to my defense. His warm and rough fingertips caressed my smooth calves, as if touching a soft and silky fabric.

This action made me tremble involuntarily. Instinctively, I tried to withdraw my legs, but a force prevented me from doing so. The man suddenly changed his gentlemanly demeanor and grabbed my ankle, pulling me into his embrace. He rudely held my chin, forcing me to lift my head and meet his gaze.

My body instantly tensed up.

In this car, there are more than just the two of us!

The Beta, who opened the door for us, was still sitting in the driver's seat. Although he maintained the silence and showed no intention of turning around, he was in the car and he could hear us.

"Go outside and buy her a pair of shoes," the man glanced at the driver's seat following my gaze, his tone cold and commanding.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The driver seemed relieved as well. After receiving the order, he quickly left the driver's seat. But my heart raced because the man trapped me between the car door and his arm. My back was pressed against the locked door, and there was no one on the empty street outside. I had no way to escape.

"I've said it before, I'm not going to punish you," he smirked at the corner of his mouth, pressing his thumb forcefully against my soft lips. "But you may have heard some rumors. I'm not the kind of person who is generous."