Chapter 117 Playing Along With The Prince

• I made a little noise, and when I glanced up, I caught my parents giving me that look—the kind that says, "Seriously? Right now?" Being respectful and serious around the royal Lycans was kind of a big deal for most werewolves. And Michael wasn’t just any Lycan; he was a prince. So, what I just did probably looked a bit rude.
• With a deep sigh, I settled back down in my seat and looked away, doing my best to ignore Michael's possessive hand on my shoulder. He was still smirking like he found this whole thing entertaining, which only made me more uncomfortable.
• Michael’s hand slid down to my shoulder, pulling me closer into his side. I had no choice but to lean into him, even though every muscle in my body wanted to pull away. His grip wasn't forceful, but it had that silent command that screamed he expected obedience. And I was getting really tired of being treated like some trophy he’d just won.