Lycan Prince Matteo

The two elimination rounds were successful, and we all saw everyone’s potential. They are all good fighters and worth training for. Those who lost in the first round stay and watch their team members continue their journey.

Freya never failed to train and take her Luna lessons. She needed that, so she would be prepared when she became queen, and I can’t wait for that to happen. My father was right about his decision, and the kingdom will strengthen once Freya and I reign.

Before I assume the throne, Dad will weaken. I had to be stronger than I already was, so whatever happened, I could ensure nothing would turn out wrong. The throne will be mine, and no one can take it away from me.

My father’s being weak was not a secret. Everyone knew that transferring the crown meant the same for the powers they held. And as that day approached, I felt it and knew Dad.

“You think too much, son,” Dad said. I was in his office waiting for Freya, who was still at her lesson.

“I was just worried. You know my coronation is approaching,” I replied. “What about it?” He asked curiously.

“My beast told me that something big was going to happen. Freya is a strong she-wolf with an ancient wolf. She’s already powerful and was mated to me with an ancient beast.”

“How did you know that she was ancient?”

“My beast told me. He found out about it when we saw eye to eye, and in her soul, he found Pi.” I answered and told him about the war King had been through with Pi before.

“If your beast tells you that, we have to prepare more than what we are doing now. The Lycan war is far too extensive for the wolves, and I didn’t want them to become collateral damage.” Dad said, “If it was Lycan, I think I already have an idea about who would be our enemy. It will break my heart, but I will never let him succeed.” Dad said, and I looked at him, confused.

I wanted him to tell me more, but he didn’t say anything after that. What did he mean if he knew it was a Lycan? Is there something I didn’t know about? “I am going to tell you when I am sure of it. For now, get even stronger. You will need that because, as you already know, I will get weaker each time.”

‘Let me talk to him,’ King said, and so I did.

“It’s me, King,” he said. Dad’s eyes widened as he realized who he was talking to now. “I am not addressing you; it’s my name that I said. It’s idiotic to think about getting weak because of Matteo because I’m way superior to you. There’s no such thing as that. You become the king because you are worth it, and no amount of power can defeat you but mine. As for war, don’t get too emotional. You must remember who you are, what you are here for, and why the moon goddess created the Lycans.”

“But it happened to the previous kings,” Dad replied.

“It didn’t; it just so happened that the one who came next was more powerful than the others, like us. The Royals were stronger with each generation. You don’t expect our powers to stagnate through these years,” King said, and Dad nodded his head.

Now, I have a better understanding of us, the royals. Dad seemed satisfied with what he found out, as King retreated and let me take control. The idea of him talking to my father was new to me. He never associated himself with anyone, but I’m sure he would with our mate.

“We will have a meeting with the others. It was a good thing that we were almost over with the tournament,” Dad said. I agree; we need that meeting. We can’t just let something happen to everyone.

We heard a knock and looked at Freya, who got in and walked closer to me, smiling. I couldn’t help but smile back. For the past few weeks, her dreams have lessened, but she often sees the child. Her scent started to get stronger. I am sure now that she was the one I smelled from nine years ago, and the child she was seeing was her. I wonder why she couldn’t remember her face as a child. Doesn’t she have photos of her adoptive parents?

“Baby, don’t you have your photos from childhood in the Midnight Pack?” I asked.

“No. We avoided that, thinking those who killed my parents would return to me.” She replied after sitting down.

“What do you think is the reason why they did that to your pack?” Dad asked.

“I still have no idea. What I saw here was the same child. And I don’t remember what my dreams were about either.” She replied.

“I see, but did you notice you started to regain your scent?” Dad asked worriedly.

“I just know Matteo was aware of my scent since we marked each other.” She replied, and Dad looked at me. I never told him about that because I was waiting for the right time. I didn’t want this to escalate around the palace and risk Freya’s life. Anyway, all they will know is the fact that I could smell her and not whether she had the same scent as my mate nine years ago or not.

“I understand you, son. I smelled her, but it was still very faint. It’s because I am a king. But for a normal Lycan or wolf, they would be able to get a hint of your scent, maybe when you have been crowned queen.” That’s what I thought too; that’s why I was feeling less worried if ever her scent from when she was a child was still in the enemy’s memory.

As soon as he knew that she was the same mate I claimed before, Freya would be at her strongest. I couldn’t wait for that to happen.

“How are your lessons progressing, dear?” Dad asked again.

“I already knew a lot. Rapha and the others were exemplary teachers. We didn’t leave any lessons I didn’t get or understand. Every time I had questions, they always had an answer. I think I’m on the right track,” she replied.

“That’s good to hear,” Dad replied happily. “Anyway, the final round of the tournament will be on Monday. Please leave your schedule early because I want you and Matteo to be there. They should meet their future king and queen and let them know you are watching them.” He added, so I looked at her and smiled.

We left Dad in his office because I had a feeling that he needed time to think. If he knew who the enemy would be, with that look on his face, I could tell that he was close to him. I don’t remember anyone who was in any deep arguments with him before or anything that might make them hate him. But he lived for hundreds of years, and before I was born, I didn’t know anything about him.

It sounds weird, yes. But he is not the type to reveal anything about him. It was always Mom who told me about them. But that’s all. Besides them being mates, Mom never told me anything about him or his family either. In addition, I see portraits of my grandparents, who were the previous king and queen, but that’s all. For now, I will give him time to think before asking him. I was eager and needed to know everything since I was about to become king.

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