Submitting to My Lycan Prince Mate

41 How To Be A Luna

After Chris's school activity day ended, Maria didn't come to visit us.

It seemed that she understood her presence would only make Prince Louis and I feel awkward, so she chose to retreat and didn't show up before us.

I must admit, this did give me a sigh of relief.

Because of the unpleasant incident that day, I actually felt somewhat sorry for Chris. But ultimately, it was Garfield Evans's inexplicable probing and provocation that caused it.

I really couldn't believe that such a person was also a member of the Elder Council.

In the werewolf community, the Elder Council's status was equivalent to that of the Congress in the United States. Even more so, because the nature of werewolves was to submit to the strong, almost every member who entered the Elder Council was extremely powerful and held high prestige as an Alpha in various packs.

However, no matter how you looked at him, Garfield Evans completely failed to meet any of these criteria.

He was indeed an Alpha, but he was frail and sickly. As the Alpha of the Black Mountain pack, his reputation wasn't that great either.

The only thing worth mentioning about him was his past position as the captain of the Royal Knights, serving under Prince Liam.

Quietly in my heart, I prayed that I wouldn't encounter him again in the future. But that afternoon, I learned from Prince Louis that Garfield Evans was coming over.

To make matters worse, I didn't have classes in the afternoon.

"Can I not go meet him?" I asked reluctantly, "If he's coming on behalf of the Elder Council, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to just sit in and listen."

"You are my mate and the future queen of all werewolves, so, of course, you have the right to be there."

In the study, Prince Louis sat in his office chair, holding a cup of coffee, calmly flipping through a stack of documents. I deliberately sighed and moaned beside him.

My actions were too deliberate and indeed caught Prince Louis's attention.

A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes as he put down his coffee cup and asked me, "What's wrong? Can't you come up with a topic for your paper?"

"That's just part of it," I replied listlessly. Recently, I've been thinking about something."

"What?"

"You always say I'm your mate, but I have no idea what I should do for you." I expressed my distress, "My mother passed away too early, and she never had the chance to teach me how to become an exceptional Luna. If I were to be an ordinary Alpha's Luna, I have confidence in that. But I really don't know how to be the future king's Luna and what I'm supposed to do."

I was well aware that an admired Luna was far more than just a husband's companion.

She would assist the Alpha with managing the pack's finances, diplomatic activities, and planning for the upcoming year. A Luna should be an indispensable administrator within the pack.

My major in college was accounting, and I also took some courses in management. However, compared to the properties and businesses that the royal family needed to manage, the Gambino family's assets were pitifully small.

I slouched on the desk and turned my head to him with some concern, "You say Garfield Evans is coming over this afternoon because of me? I've heard before that the Elder Council can also participate in the selection of mates for royal family members. Garfield Evans didn't seem to like me the last time he saw me."

Well, he didn't seem to like Prince Louis either.

Prince Louis remained silent for a few seconds.

My heart gradually tightened due to his silence. Just as I was about to hold my breath, he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Claire," he laughed while lifting me onto his lap and wrapping his big arms around my waist amidst my surprised cries, "Do you know, sometimes I really feel so lucky."

I looked at him in confusion, "Why do you say that?"

"Because I think you're a treasure, and I'm the lucky hunter who discovered this treasure. If what's in your head was written into a book," he said slowly, his tone still full of laughter, "it would definitely be the most exciting novel of this century—I mean, a fantasy novel."

It took me a good three seconds to realize he was joking.

"I'm getting mad," I glared at him, although the posture of being on his lap made me look less intimidating, "I'm seriously thinking about this!"

"I know, I know." Prince Louis affectionately kissed my lips, even though I evaded it with resentment, and the kiss ultimately landed on my cheek, "I apologize about that, my dear. Don't be mad."

Although this apology lacked any sincerity, after locking eyes with him for a few seconds, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Alright," I deliberately raised my chin, poised, and said to him, "I'll forgive you this time."

"Well then, as a reward," he squinted his eyes slightly, leaned in close to me, his voice sexy and deep, almost enough to melt away my rationality, "shouldn't I get a kiss?"

"Don't take advantage." I rolled my eyes at him. This would have been unimaginable in the past. I wouldn't have dreamt that one day I would be held by a prince, flirt with him unabashedly, and even roll my eyes at him.

Clearly, Prince Louis had noticed this as well.

"Wow," he exclaimed, but there was hardly any remorse in his expression, "it looks like I've really spoiled you, Claire."

He suddenly stood up, holding me with one arm, and with the other, roughly swept aside everything obstructing the desk. Within a moment, various pens and documents were scattered all over.

I was caught, my hands pressed against the cold desk, looking up at the man above me. My pupils contracted, and my heart raced rapidly.

"Since a good kid doesn't get a reward," he looked down at me with a sense of superiority, his words full of implications, "then I guess I'll have to do something naughty."

"Knock, knock, trick or treat?"

Under his gaze, my cheeks slowly turned red, and my breathing uncontrollably became quick. I bit my lower lip and whispered, "It's not Halloween now... Mmm!"

At the moment his lips touched mine, my neck was forced to tilt back, bearing the weight of a Lycan prince. It felt as though a heavy mountain was pressing down on me. I felt like I was caught in an endless storm, dizziness and lack of oxygen causing tears to well up in the corners of my eyes, only to be kissed away fervently by him.

Due to my wrists being forcibly pinned on either side of my body, my shoulders could only be raised up. This movement caused the edges of my shoulder blades to ache against the hard tabletop. Like a butterfly with dampened wings from heavy dew, unable to fly.

"Claire," Prince Louis let out a slow sigh from deep in his throat, using his hips to nudge against the inside of my thigh, "Can you feel me?"

Of course, I could feel him. The passionate kiss and the scorching heat emanating from the base of his thigh sent me into a sensation that was both familiar and strange. It spread from my lower abdomen to my limbs, until it clouded my mind.

"Louis..." I affectionately called his name, freeing my hands from their restraints and running one hand through his golden hair in slow caresses. And because of my action, Prince Louis' sexy Adam's apple bobbed.

He was breathing heavily, gazing down at me, his eyes gradually turning intense.