
The Royal Blood of the Lycan Princess
- Genre: Werewolf
- Author: Ameiry Savar
- Chapters: 101
- Status: Completed
- Age Rating: 18+
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- ⭐ 7.5
- 💬 4
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Book 1: Her Twin Mates Book 2: *SOON* Amelia grew up in love with her mother and brother. But everything changes when her mother dies in a rogue attack. She was blamed by her packmates because of it. And even her brother started didn’t talk with her. Her burden became harder when her wolf didn’t come out and her fated mate, their next Alpha, rejected her. Amelia ran away from their pack to start her new life in a human city. But then she learned that instead of a wolf, she was a Lycan after all! And the Moon Goddess blessed her more because her second chance mate was the Twin Princes! Would Amelia’s life finally become happy with her two mates? Or will it just become a burden to her as her beast comes out? ~~~ “Mine…” he whispered. One word and it made Amelia’s world upside down. One word and her heart were like a thousand horses racing on a mountain. But there was something different. This man was looking at her like they had just met. But his eyes looked different. ‘Mine! Mine! Mine!’ Lily said happily. He smiled at her and stepped forward. “It’s true. You are true.” Amelia was confused. She doesn’t know what to say. She might not know the name of her mate, but she remembered she had blue eyes. Though, the man in front of her had the same scent and hair color. He still looked like a different person. She stepped backward. The door behind him opened again and a man came out. ‘OMG! What is this?!’ Lily exclaimed. ‘What is going on, Lily? Am I dreaming?’ ‘No! Oh, Moon Goddess! You blessed us more!’ “I see you saw our mate.” Another man stood up in front of Amelia. There she saw two different people but with the same face. Warning! This story consists of violence and scenes not appropriate for young readers!
Chapter 1
I blinked awake to the soft glow of morning sun slipping through the curtains, casting warm, lazy patterns on my bed. For a moment, I lay still, savoring the calm that filled my small, familiar room. Life here in the pack had its ups and downs, sure, but there was a stability, a grounding, in every day starting just like this.
"Amelia!"
My mom’s voice called out from downstairs, breaking the silence.
"Coming!" I threw off my blanket and slipped into a pair of worn slippers by my bed, smiling to myself as I imagined her tapping her foot at the bottom of the stairs. My mom was always one for routines — breakfast at 7, chores done by noon, and dinner on the table by six.
It was a rhythm, a safety net I’d come to depend on. Some people might think life here was a little dull, but to me, it was everything I needed. I bounded down the stairs, following the smell of coffee and pancakes, and found my mom standing at the stove. Her auburn hair was tied back, a few stray curls escaping, and her smile, as always, was warm and steady. She looked up as I entered, grinning.
"Finally. I thought you were going to sleep all day," she teased, pushing a plate of pancakes toward me.
"I would if you let me," I shot back, grabbing the syrup and drenching my stack. Just then, my little brother, Finn, stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He was only seven, still that awkward mix of limbs and untamed energy, with an infectious laugh that filled any space. He looked at me, his face lighting up.
"Morning, Mel!"
"Hey, buddy," I greeted, ruffling his dark hair. Mom placed a small plate in front of him, and he dug in without a second thought. I watched him, this little ball of innocence, completely in his own world. Even as the world changed around us, our small pack enduring challenges and occasional rivalries, there was something comforting in knowing we had each other.
"So, what’s on the agenda for today, Amelia?" Mom asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"I’m meeting Bea and Levi at the river," I said, trying to sound casual. Mom gave me a knowing look.
"Just don’t come back with muddy clothes this time. I swear, last week, you looked like you’d rolled through every patch of mud from here to the border." I grinned sheepishly.
"No promises."
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Later that morning, I wandered down the familiar path toward the river, the sun rising higher and the sounds of birds filling the forest around me. Bea was already there when I arrived, skipping stones across the water, her blonde hair glinting in the light. She spotted me and waved, her face breaking into a wide grin.
"Amelia! Took you long enough," she teased.
"Had to wrestle my pancakes out of Finn’s hands first," I joked, and she laughed.
"You and that little brother of yours. I swear, you’re his favorite person," Bea said, playfully nudging me.
"Yeah, well, he can be a pain, but he’s my pain," I replied with a smile, feeling that familiar warmth.
Finn and I might argue, but he was my little shadow, following me everywhere I went. Moments later, Bea’s brother, Levi, appeared from the trees, carrying a small fishing rod and grinning at us. Levi was a bit of a wild card — tall, strong, and always seeming to know something we didn’t. He leaned against a tree, giving us both an exaggerated nod.
"Good morning, ladies. Ready to catch some fish?"
"Only if you don’t scare them all away like last time," I shot back, rolling my eyes.
"Hey, I didn’t scare them. I was helping them, setting them free," Levi retorted, chuckling.
I watched him with a shake of my head, taking in the easy banter. Levi and Bea felt like family, the way they’d always been there, through thick and thin. In this moment, there wasn’t a single worry on my mind, just the comfort of familiar faces and laughter echoing off the water.
We spent the next couple of hours splashing in the shallows, casting lines, and telling stories, each one more exaggerated than the last. Bea recounted the time she’d supposedly outrun a wolf on a dare, and Levi had us in stitches with a story about the time he tried to cook and nearly set their entire kitchen on fire.
"Amelia, you’re too quiet," Bea said, catching me off guard. "What’s on your mind?"
I paused, realizing I’d been drifting off into my own thoughts.
"Just... this," I said softly. "It’s perfect. You guys, my family... this pack. I don’t think I’d ever want to be anywhere else."
Bea’s face softened. "You know, for all your daydreams, I think you’re the one who loves this place the most."
I smiled, feeling a swell of contentment. She was right. To me, this pack wasn’t just home — it was my world.
Chapter 2
“Mom, are you sure we need to go all the way to the Human City?” I asked, glancing over at her.
The trees around us thinned as the road stretched into unfamiliar territory, the familiar scents of the forest replaced with the dusty, metallic tang of the city nearby. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with the change.
“Yes, Amelia,” my mother replied, her voice steady, though I could see the tension in her shoulders as she drove. “There are certain herbs and supplies I can only get in the city. And besides, it’s about time you saw a bit of the world outside the pack.”
I twisted my fingers together, staring out the window. I’d heard a lot about the Human City from others, usually stories of bustling markets, strange food, and noisy streets. It was a place full of mystery and energy, completely different from our quiet, tucked-away life in the pack.
I should have been excited — and part of me was — but there was something about today that felt... off.