Novels by fatimaonadipe23

“That’s the Lycan King?” Dahlia’s face was pressed against my window pane as she looked out towards the procession being held for the Lycan King. He'd been in our pack for two days now, and it was easy to say that I had been avoiding him.I kept waiting for him to make a big scene and accuse my parents for their deceit or reject me and order for Dahlia to be made his, but he didn't.My head hung between my legs as my fears threatened to kill me. “Are you alright?” Dahlia asked as she rubbed slow circles around my back.“Why are you being so nice? It's unnerving”, I knew better than to believe she was suddenly willing to change her attitude towards me for genuine reasons.She ignored my question and continued, “Mother told me that you and the Lycan King were locked in Father’s study for hours.”“It wasn’t hours, Dahlia…and we weren’t ‘locked in’ or anything of the sorts…Goddess!” She drew back, her guilty eyes watching me warily.“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see rig

Her shoulders shook in anger, little puffs of air escaping her nostrils and lifting wayward strands from her hair into the air.I stood mesmerized, held captive by this fragile but defiant beauty right in front of me.“You have to forgive my family, my King”, she said.I admit, I was annoyed when Alexander told me about the maids’ whisperings. I was going to get the Voss Family’s spare, the rumored unwanted daughter of the pack. Granted, hearing about Dahlia Voss didn’t incite any feelings even before I accepted Kieran’s marriage deal. It was the prospect of finally being done with my cabinet’s scheme to get me hitched that pushed me into welcoming Kieran’s forward plans for his family, and also for my own personal reasons.And now this, throwing away his lesser daughter because I’m too what? Cruel to handle their “beloved” child? I didn't even know what to be more angry at. The fact that Kieran tried playing me or the fact that Ophelia kept calling me her king.“It’s Rafael, Ophelia.

There is no way that man is the Lycan King, and my soon to be husband!” I screamed in my head.Father had moved us to the formal dining room now, taking his place at the end with Lucretia and leaving me to sit beside the Lycan King. Everyone seemed joyous and their chatters continued till I spaced out, thinking about what was going to be of my life.I did more of picking food pieces than actually eating, as my mind drifted to Dahlia and just how lucky she was to escape this fate I was being forced into.“The food is not to your liking?” I looked up sharply, my gaze locking with that of the Lycan King. The whole table had gone quiet and I quickly turned to look at my Father, glancing over Lucretia who already wore a pinched look.I turned back to the Lycan King. “Uh, No, My King. It’s just-–“ I looked back at my father and then again, to the Lycan King. “---I don’t like peas”, I finished.Immediately I said it, a server rushed to my side and lifted my plate, murmuring an apology as he

Lucretia walked into my room.“Let me see what dresses you've picked out”, she demanded.“Why am I not surprised?! You don't even have anything worth wearing”, she said, disgust boldly etched on her face.“Why are you torturing yourself? You clearly don't want to help me pick out clothes”, I said.“I can't afford to have Alpha Rafael reject you. That will put Dahlia on the line. Don't mistake my actions for kindness”I smiled. It was a miracle Lucretia hadn't beheaded me yet. She must’ve really considered marriage to the Lycan king as a fate worse than death.Dahlia walked in with some dresses and dropped them on my bed.“I want you locked in your room when Alpha Rafael arrives “, Lucretia told Dahlia.“But–”“No buts, Dahlia. You do as I say. Don't you see I'm trying to protect you from getting married to that brute?”“It doesn’t make any sense that I’m to be locked away, just because the Lycan king is coming around.”Dahlia protested, her face squeezed into stubbornness. Times like

I stood in the middle of the field, reminiscing over the miserable existence I called a life.“Ah”, I groaned as I felt pain surging through my body. I stretched my hand behind me, grimacing at the feel of the fresh cut Lucretia inflicted on my poor back.“What are you standing there for?!!” she yelled.I turned, startled and frightened to my bones, as I watched her rushing towards me, a long whip in her hand.“You bastard child!” she yelled, the reverberation of her voice harmonizing with the lashing sound her whip made against my skin.“The next time I come out, you'd better be done trimming the lawn, or you'll be in a state much worse than this”, Lucretia threatened as I clutched tightly to my torn dress, visibly shaken, with tears streaming from my eyes.I spotted Dahlia, my step sister, staring from afar. Lucretia had warned her to stay away from me because she didn't want her associating with a “filthy creature”---in her own words.I continued trimming the lawn, totally ignoring