MATED TO THE CRUEL LYCAN KING

SONIA POV. I stood in the garden just as the note had instructed, waiting for him to come to see me. The garden was quiet, and there wasn't a single person in sight. All the housekeepers were inside, busy preparing and decorating for my big day, which was set to start in two hours. I waited for a few more minutes, hoping for Michael to show up, but he never did. I cursed myself for falling for his prank. Michael had always been mischievous as a child, and sixteen years later, he still managed to play tricks on me.I turned to leave when a voice stopped me. “Leaving so soon?” he called out. His voice, no longer the playful tone I remembered, now possessed a depth and allure that sent shivers down my spine. It was deep, commanding yet incredibly sexy. I swallowed hard, struggling to compose myself before facing him.But when I did, the sight before me took my breath away. His body, and his face, both exuded a mesmerizing allure, as if he were a God descended from the heavens. If I t

MICHEAL’S POV. I walked into the room where the first part of the wedding would commence. First, there was the traditional ball dance between the bride and groom or with a close relative. The crowd parted for me as I walked in; it was a rare sight to see me at such an event, and I knew everyone was wondering why I would want to attend the wedding of my enemies. But the answer was clear: He was giving away my Sonia to a man who did not deserve her.The ladies quickly gathered around me, a sight that stirred envy among the men who couldn’t match my power and beauty. They competed amongst themselves, vying for my attention, some displaying their charms in hopes of winning my favour and becoming my bride. However, none captivated me like Sonia.My gaze remained fixed on Sonia as she entered the room, her beauty as captivating as ever. Despite my reservations, I sat among the crowd, watching her being wed to the undeserving Kelvin. Knowing Kelvin and her uncle’s intentions were not noble,

SONIA’S POV. Once we were a safe distance from my kingdom, I nudged his wolf, but he ignored me, so I tugged at his fur more forcefully, causing him to growl in irritation.He stopped running, letting me jump down from his large wolf form. I adjusted my wedding gown before bowing down as a sign of respect to the Lycan King and also for helping me out of my kingdom. "Thank you for saving me, but I can find my way," I said firmly, my head still lowered.Michael shifted into his human form and spoke, his voice commanding. "Look at me, Sonia.”I looked up to find him standing there, completely naked. His body was a work of art sculpted and adorned with scars, both large and small. Each scar told stories of battles fought and won. But what drew my attention the most was the intricate tattoo covering his left hand. I tore my gaze away from his body; I noticed his intense stare as if he could see through me.“What did you say, Cherry?” Michael’s voice was low, sending shivers down my spi

SONIA’S POV. It was almost two hours after I drugged him. The bonfire had been extinguished, so I knew most of his guards were sleeping."Michael," I called out, tapping him multiple times, but he remained fast asleep and unaware of his surroundings. I removed his dagger from his side. It was finely crafted and must have cost a fortune. "Thank you. I will return it when I can," I muttered under my breath.A satisfied smile crossed my lips as I prepared to depart. Carefully, I crept away, ensuring not to disturb the sleeping guards or draw any unwanted attention to myself. Finally, out of sight, I broke into a swift but silent sprint, eager to put as much distance between us as possible.Suddenly, the bushes rustled loudly, and I could sense their presence; someone was watching me."Show yourself," I commanded, my hand instinctively reaching for my dagger.A figure emerged from the bush, but instead of preparing for a confrontation, they bowed respectfully before me. I quickly recogni

SONIA'S POV. I heard a knock on my door. "Go away," I yelled, hiding under the covers. But the knock did not cease. After a while, the door opened, and someone went to open the curtains, letting sunlight flood in. I whined, reluctantly opening my eyes to see who had disturbed my beauty sleep.Turning, I saw an older woman standing a few inches away from my bed."I want to be left alone," I hissed."Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I am afraid I can't do that. The Lycan King requests that we be of service to you," she answered politely."Uhn? What do you mean?" I asked, blinking sleepily as I sat upright on my bed.She clapped her hands once, and like clockwork, several maids entered the room, each carrying an array of items. One held a basket filled with bottles of essential oils, while another carried a bundle of soft, fluffy towels. The rest brought trays of carefully folded clothes, fresh linens, and various other amenities fit for royalty.They wasted no time, dragging me out of bed