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Immediately after the mating ceremony, the Lycan king ordered for them to start the journey back to his kingdom.Esme had barely had time to say goodbye to her mother and Isabella before he was swinging her up on his horse and they were riding into the darkness.The journey back to the Lycan kingdom was long and tedious. And seating so close to the king and being in his arms every day was beginning to wear on Esme’s strained nerves.It was on the night of the second day that the king called for their party to halt and camp near a small stream. Esme was glad because she hadn’t had a bath in two days.While the lycans set about making camp for the night, Esme slipped out into the cover of the night and went to use the stream. For a moment, she considered using this opportunity to run away from the Lycan king but she knew she would not get far. And even if she did, she knew the king would keep his word and kill mother and Isabella.Sighing heavily, she stripped off her clothes and wade

Sizzling hot sparks erupted wherever their flesh came into contact and Esme gazed at the king in sinking horror.No… no… this couldn’t be happening to her. How could this man be her mate? The man that had killed her father in cold blood, destroyed her entire pack in one night….Esme’s hand slid on the king’s chest and for a moment her head was swam with pleasure, her body humming. Her eyes strayed to his lips.Startled at the direction of her thoughts, Esme shifted, while the king pushed her away from him like he had been burned.“What the fuck? This better be a joke!” The king growled. “You are my mate?”Hearing the truth spoken out loud made Esme want to scream. This couldn’t be happening to her.“Of all people, I’m mated to a fucking banshee.” The Lycan cursed.His words made Esme open her eyes in anger. He was so arrogant. “I don’t want to be mated to you either! You might think you’re the best thing to ever happen to any woman, but to me you’re nothing but a wretch. A lousy, crue

No one knew the true name of the Lycan King. He was known as the barbarian king to the werewolves. While, the witches called him, the devil incarnate. To his people he was likened unto Apollo, the Sun God. Partly because he was so handsome, all the ladies swooned when he entered into a room. He was the lycan king, the most powerful creature in the realm and the one responsible for putting an end to the Great Supernatural War. It was rumored that no outsider had ever seen his Lycan beast and lived to tell the tale.Cruel, merciless, wicked….Those were some of the adjectives used to describe him. And now kneeling at his feet, Esme could agree with all that and more.The man standing before her was the very epitome of dark power. A red scar slashed across his eye gave him a tough, fearsome look. But it was his eyes that grabbed Esme’s attention the most.Arctic cold, blue eyes. Just like the general’s eyes had been just before he had let go of her. The king cocked his head, his eyes

The crowd hushed with dread at the warrior’s words.“What did you just say?” Alpha Greg demanded.“The pack is under attack, Alpha!” The warrior stammered, “The lycans have come for war!”The words rang out in Esme’s ears but she couldn’t understand it. Lycans? What were they doing here? After the Great Supernatural War that had occurred, a thousand years ago, there’d been a tentative peace between all the supernatural species.So why were they attacking them now? What did they want?“Esme!” Alpha Greg barked, dragging her from her thoughts. “Don’t just stand there like a dummy. Follow Rory and get to the underground tunnels now!”Esme frowned, confused. “But father isn't mother and Isabella coming too?”“Your sister and I are staying back.” Luna Catherine answered impatiently. “But you must go. The tunnels will lead you out of the pack where you’ll be safe.”Esme raised her chin stubbornly. “If you guys are staying here, then I’m staying too. I won’t run away like a coward. I won’t!”

“What do you think of my dress, Esme? Isn’t it just perfect?”Isabella twirled slightly, letting the light catch the stones in her dress.Esme looked up from where she knelt arranging the dress and smiled stiffly. “It looks amazing…”“Oh it is, isn’t it?” Isabella laughed prettily. “And I have you to thank for giving me this dress too. Esme, you’re so sweet.”Esme’s throat clogged up with emotion, seeing her sister in the bridal dress she’d chosen for her own wedding. Everything in her protested at the sight.It should’ve been me, her heart cried out. It should have been me wearing this beautiful dress, me looking pretty on my wedding day, me marrying the love of my life…“Esme?” Isabella frowned slightly. “Is anything wrong?”Esme’s mouth twisted bitterly. Was anything wrong? Nothing was right! That was the problem.“It’s almost time, Bella.” Esme rose up, ignoring her question. “I should go get a mother.”“Okay…”Just then, Luna Catherine breezed in, her eyes immediately going to he