Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 141: He’s a Prince?!...

Chapter 141: He’s a Prince?!...

Evelina inhaled deeply, steadying herself.

And then—

She stepped inside.

The moment Evelina stepped inside the throne room, everything stopped.

The hum of quiet conversation, the soft shuffle of movement—it all ceased.

The tension in the air was suffocating.

Her deep blue eyes flickered over the room, quickly assessing the situation.

At the end of the hall, sitting on the raised platform, was King Lucian, Damian’s father. His sharp silver eyes scanned the room with a calm intensity.

Next to him, Damian sat rigidly. His facial expression was hard to read, but Evelina noticed his fingers tapping on the armrest, showing that he was slightly annoyed.

To the side, Lord Luther stood silently, watching everything with his usual calculating gaze.

But it wasn’t the Arcadian royals that had the room holding its breath.

No.

It was the guests.

Across the hall, standing in deep navy and silver attire, were the visitors from OakenShaw.

And standing right at the front—

Blaze.

Or rather...

The blue-eyed stranger who kidnapped her the other day.

Evelina’s breath hitched, her muscles tensing instinctively.

Relia practically howled in her head. "It’s him! It’s the cute blue-eyed bastard! I KNEW we should’ve bitten him!"

Evelina felt a strange mixture of shock, anger, and betrayal bubbling beneath her skin.

Relia wasn’t done. "Wait... why is he standing there like he’s important? And—" There was a long pause before realization dawned. "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me."

Evelina clenched her jaw, forcing herself to remain composed.

Relia growled. "HE’S A PRINCE?"

The truth settled in Evelina’s chest like a lead stone.

She inhaled sharply, pushing down the wave of irritation clawing its way to the surface. Of course. Of course, the man who had saved her by tricking her, kidnapping her, and putting her through a lot turned out to be a damn prince.

Her hands curled slightly at her sides, but she masked her shock in an instant. She had been caught off guard once by him—it wasn’t going to happen again.

A loud voice suddenly rang through the throne room.

"King Darius and Prince Kyle of OakenShaw. As requested—Lady Evelina Drewstone."

The name echoed like a curse in her mind.

Prince Kyle.

Wait—Kyle?

His name isn’t Blaze?

Her lips parted slightly before she schooled her expression into one of pure indifference.

So, he lied.

Not just about his name—but about everything.

The fact that he was a prince.

The fact that he had an entire kingdom at his back.

And now, he was standing here—looking straight at her with that damn unreadable gaze.

Kyle stood confidently, his intense blue eyes fixed on her without wavering. He wore a perfectly tailored black uniform, with the OakenShaw crest proudly embroidered on his chest. He looked every bit the royal he had pretended not to be.

The slight smirk playing on his lips sent a slow, familiar dread curling in Evelina’s stomach.

Her grip on her skirts tightened slightly.

The OakenShaw royals had come to Arcadia.

And judging by the way Kyle was looking directly at her, she had no doubt—

This wasn’t a coincidence.

This was planned.

Relia exhaled slowly. "Oh, this just got a whole lot interesting."

Evelina forced herself to walk slowly and carefully as she entered the throne room, trying to ignore the feeling of many eyes watching her. The atmosphere was tense and heavy.

She had no idea what had been discussed in her absence, but one thing was clear—OakenShaw hadn’t come here just for diplomacy.

She glanced back and forth between the two men at the front of the delegation.

King Darius of OakenShaw stood tall and calm, radiating authority with every gesture. His dark, greying hair was neatly tied back, and his blue eyes, much like Kyle’s, showed the burden of a leader who was accustomed to having his way.

And then there was Kyle.

Or rather, Prince Kyle.

She still hadn’t fully processed that part.

Her stomach twisted with irritation, but she refused to let it show.

The smirk on his face, barely noticeable yet entirely deliberate, made her want to wipe it off his face with a well-aimed slap.

Relia growled in her mind. "Let me bite him. Just once. He tricked us."

Evelina resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Now’s not the time."

King Lucian was the first to speak. "Lady Evelina, thank you for joining us."

She dipped into a slight curtsy. "Your Majesty."

Lucian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before shifting back to their guests.

"As we discussed, OakenShaw has extended an alliance offer. And though Arcadia has been known to be independent, our doors are not closed to arrangements that could prove mutually beneficial."

Evelina’s expression remained carefully blank.

She wasn’t naïve.

An alliance with OakenShaw was a huge deal. Werewolf kingdoms operated on different rules than human territories, and alliances weren’t formed lightly.

And yet, despite how serious this was, Kyle hadn’t stopped staring at her.

Why was she part of this?

King Darius finally spoke in a deep and measured voice. "Yes. Arcadia and OakenShaw have remained neutral toward one another for years. But in these times, neutrality can only last for so long."

Lucian nodded slightly. "That is true. What, then, does OakenShaw propose in return for this alliance?"

Kyle finally moved.

He took one step forward, his presence demanding attention. And for the first time, he spoke—his voice was smooth, firm, and entirely too self-assured.

"Our first reason for coming here," Kyle began, "was to solidify a political alliance between OakenShaw and Arcadia. An agreement that would benefit both our kingdoms in trade, security, and strength."

A pause.

"And the second reason—"

His piercing blue gaze locked onto Evelina.

"I came to claim Evelina as my mate and Luna."

The air froze.

A sharp, collective inhale swept through the court.

Evelina’s body went completely still.

Her mind stopped.

And then—

Damian moved.

"That’s not possible."

His voice cut through the silence immediately.

Evelina turned her head, catching the storm brewing in Damian’s silver eyes. He wasn’t just tense. He was livid.

Kyle’s smirk barely faltered. "I assure you, Your Highness, it is entirely possible. A union between our houses—"

"Not this one," Damian interrupted, standing from his seat.

The room crackled with the weight of his words.

King Darius arched a brow, keeping an unreadable expression. "Everything can be possible with the right arrangement."

But Damian’s next words shattered whatever calm remained.

"Not this one," he said coldly. "Because Evelina—" His silver eyes burned as they met Kyle’s. "—is my mate."