Nerve wracking revelation

NYMERA POV

"It's... It's you?" I asked in a low voice. I blinked.

He remained silent as he continued to stare at me. His gaze, calculated and piercing, as if he wanted to unveil my deepest secrets.

I should slap him, yell at him for taking advantage of me, but his aura was too intimidating.

His height made me feel smaller than I already am. He suddenly smirked as if aware of my struggle.

I balled my hands into fists and closed my eyes before breathing out.

"Why did you sleep with me and mark me?" I asked, my voice slightly raised.

"Why shouldn't I have marked you?" He asked,

I raised my brow and looked at him like he had gone crazy. "Because it's wrong, geez! For Pete's sake, I have a mate!" I whisper yelled.

"A mate, you say. Do you perhaps mean Dorian? Because he doesn't count," he growled.

I stepped back and palmed my face. How did I get involved with this madman again?

Dorian cares too much about his pride and reputation. If anyone overhears him, he will be in trouble and might even implicate me.

"As a member of this pack, you should know that I am your Luna and you should behave." I rolled my eyes, folding my arms against my chest.

He let out a low, guttural groan that sent shivers down my spine. I watched him as he brushed back the wet hair off his face.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. He is indeed a fine work of art. His well sculpted face.

He spoke up, startling me. "Just because he married you, doesn't make you his. I marked you, and therefore you belong to me."

"Enough!" I barked. I've had enough of his nonsense. "What abomination do you speak of?”

His muscular and large hand wrapped around my tiny waist and closed the distance between us, my breasts pressed against his bare chest.

A strange emotion filled his eyes. It felt familiar. The same emotion I saw in Dorian's eyes a moment ago.

It wasn't anger but... possessiveness.

His movement jerked me back to reality. I hit his arm repeatedly, but he didn't budge.

I came here to clear my head, not to add to it.

With all the strength I could muster, I shoved him aside. "Are you crazy? You know what, whatever happened between us was a mistake..."

I sighed heavily and continued, "a terrible mistake and you must promise me you wouldn't breathe a word about it to anyone," I pleaded, my head hung low.

This man screams danger. I bit my lower lip. "Also, let's make sure to keep our distance from each other in the future"

I turned around to walk away, but he spun me, so I was facing him. Before my mind could process it, he smashed his lips on mine and pinned my hands to my back.

I pulsed my lips tightly so he wouldn't have access, but he spanked my ass. Unfortunately, I gasped.

He used that opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth and dominated the kiss, not giving me a chance to resist.

Slowly, I melted into the kiss. He tasted like, alcohol mixed with chocolate. He broke the kiss and whispered,

"You, my dear Seliora, belong to me alone. I don't share," he declared in a dangerously low tone.

Seliora? How did he know that name? Very few people know that name, and none call me by it.

I opened my mouth to protest but he shut me up with a breath taking kiss. I moaned as I dug my fingers into his hair, while his hands massaged my butt.

"Jump!" he ordered, and I obeyed like a good little daddy's girl. 

My mind screamed at me to stop, but my body was unwilling.

My heartbeat quickened. Although it feels wrong in a way, it also felt a lot more right and... good.

Lost in the depths of feeding our desires, rain started drizzling. Reminding me to proceed with caution.

I pulled away from the kiss, panting. We both stared at each other, my weight still resting on his arms.

My eyes lingered on his lips, but his roamed my chest. The material of my dress glued to my body.

No, no. Whatever he was thinking couldn't possibly happen again.

"I have to go now," I informed, my eyes squinted.

I expected him to disagree, but, surprisingly,he nodded. The corners of his lips stretched into a smug smirk.

He dropped me to my feet and tucked his hands in his pockets.

"Remember what I said earlier. We can't see again. We must respect the boundary," I mumbled, wiping the water off my face.

"Why? Is it out of respect to Dorian?" he asked.

I squinted my eyes. Knots tied in my stomach. I... I don't think so.

He walked closer, rolled his eyes and folded his arms. "Cat caught your tongue? Anyway, I'll do whatever pleases me. I don't take orders from any man." He growled, and I gulped.

Again, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. "See you soon."

I did the only thing my brain screamed for me to do. I ran.

The rain increased as if wanting to wash away my sin, and maybe the desire that continued to stir in the depths of my stomach.

Luckily, it was still dark, and the compound was quiet. Except for the night guards, no one was outside.

I got past them without their knowledge, and I sighed in relief. Just as I was about to walk towards my quarters, I heard whispering.

The voice sounded familiar. Ophelia? What was she scheming this time?

I stood behind the wall and peeked through the crack of the door, since it wasn't fully closed.

"What are you saying, Jaxon? I specifically ordered you to rape that bitch, Nymera!" She hissed.

My eyes widened at the revelation. I thought I ended up in that situation because I was drunk.

"Getting her to see me and Darion in bed was my plan all along. I knew she would be heartbroken. All you had to do was defile her."

Wait, if this was the guy arranged to ruin me, how did I end up with... Fuck, I didn't ask him his name. 

Anyway, what went wrong?

I thought of barging in there to call her out, but a lot was still at stake.

Even if I tell Darion, he will never believe me. My mother is still missing. The scent of the stranger still clung to me.

Silently, I walked back to my room. The angry tears poured down my face. My teeth gritted. I'm not a pawn.

The next day, the pack house bustled as workers went about their different tasks. The grand feast will be hosted tonight to welcome the king.

Fiona sighed for the millionth time.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Haven't you heard? The king is hard to please. A little mistake may cost a person his life.”

I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure it's a rumour. Besides, why would he?"

Fiona looked at both sides and whispered into my ear. "The Lycan king has been mad since small."

"Although handsome, the king is a tyrant"

Later, I was summoned by the family and informed that I must be present, well decorated, for the feast. After all, I'm still a LUNA.

Night came by so quickly. Members of the council, the king's convoy were all present. I sat beside Darion.

The hall was dropped dead in silence. The feast wouldn't start until he arrived. But the king was nowhere in sight. Even Darion fidgeted .

After two long hours of waiting, the attendant shouted from the entrance, "All hail King Zephyros Kaelen of Valeblood!"

The Lycan king strode in majestically. His aura weighed on everyone. We all knelt in reverence.

He got closer and then his voice rang out, "Seliora of Creek, come forward!" He ordered. 

Goosebumps crept onto my skin. Did I do something wrong? Am I about to die?

With shaky legs, I stood up, and my heart almost left my chest.

HIM again? How is he the king? The Alpha's uncle marked me!