1. Lycan King Angus Lincoln

As she left her silver moon pack house behind, she hiked up her skirt and traversed the woods in search of the darkest place.

She has spent her entire life here, so she is familiar with every nook and cranny of all this forest. Her feet barely made any sound as she ran into the woods. The only thing on her mind right now was saving the life of her beloved, that's why she didn't care about her veil, bangles, appearance, or anything else. She paused briefly to take off the anklet that was making noises and raising suspicions among the residents of the other pack's house. She can no longer afford for the world to know about her.

The Lycan King was taking a nap in a packed house that he had just taken over. He was thinking about his CURSE which has ruined his life.

He tried to think of something else. Earlier he was preparing to defeat the silver moon pack, who was next in line when he caught a whiff of the sweetest scent he had ever smelled in his entire life. The Lycan King could feel his mouth watering from the delectable aroma. He immediately lost all sense of time and place as his feet leaped to the ground and moved independently as he made his way outside in search of the enticing scent. He took a deep breath while closing his eyes, but the next instant it was gone as if it had never been there, which intrigued him even more. He hopped over the tree to see if anyone was there.

Then he caught a glimpse of a girl's back racing through the forest while wearing a veil over her head and her anklets making quiet noises which seems quite suspicious. He tightened his hold on the tree's bark, which caused it to split in two and fall into the King's hands as the fragrance grew overpowering.

The only word that emerged from his inner being when he hopped to another branch and drew nearer to her was "Mate"

She was sprinting blindly when she ran into a man, who knocked her off balance. She was about to fall to the ground when he caught her, preventing her from breaking her bones.

She wasn't trying to hide who she is. She has become so skilled at this that not even her mother, who gave birth to her, could identify her in this outfit.

The man drops the piece of wood he was holding while trying to save the girl, whose eyes he finds so captivating that for those brief moments, he forgets about the rest of the world. Only she became the center of his everything.

When they made contact, they both experienced the same Spark and energy.

The girl muttered, "Mate."

This was not what she wanted. As reality hit her hard, her eyes began to prick with a fresh set of tears. This is not what she had asked the Moon Goddess for, day and night. She wiggled in his grip to get free from it.

"Mine"

Lycan King snarled and pulled her more into his chest.

She fit comfortably in his broad arms because she was little compared to his monstrous and well built body. Her delicious smell was making him wild, and she was as soft as cotton and adjusted in his arms as if she was meant for it. The girl had a dark complexion, and her features were very attractive. She has large, blue eyes that are a blessing, and the few curls that hang over her forehead contribute to her allure and purity. The Lycan King was drawn to her even more by the pink tint of her cheeks, which matched the color of her lips.

However, despite how handsome and charming he is, the girl isn't drawn to him because someone else has already won her heart. And because he occupies so much of her mind, she is unable to think of anyone else. Instead, her heart shattered into thousands of pieces as soon as she realized that he was her mate. She just wanted to cry, but she restrained herself because it doesn't seem like the right time or right person to show her emotions.

The girl was focused on finding the man who had ended up being her mate while the man took his time admiring the beauty resting in his arms. Even though she is familiar with every man in this room, she failed to recognize this one. But it was obvious that he belonged to royalty by glancing at his well-built frame and the shine on his face. She could sense from his aura that he is a King.

The smell was driving the king insane, so he shifted his face to the crook of her neck to increase his exposure to it. But when the girl blinked her eyes and straightened up, the man was brought out of his world.

He had some doubts because she appeared to be rather anxious. She learned that he was trying to say something, and before he could, she sat down to pick up his wood, handed it to him, and then apologized.

As she gave him the wood, her eyes were down, looking at the floor. The man grabbed the wood that he had broken from a tree's bark, taking his time to see whether the girl would respond in any other way, but she appeared to be getting impatient. She only wished to grab his wood as soon as possible so that she could depart and could go her way.

Unintentionally touching her palms as he removed the wood from them sent chills down his spine once more. The touch also forced the girl to look into his eyes directly, which she had been dodging up until that point.

In that touch, both of them felt an equal spark.

She dismissed the idea, assuming it was the consequence of his frightening demeanor and turned around to walk away from the man who didn't seem like good news to her.

"Wait..."

She stopped in her tracks as a man spoke to her from behind before she could advance more than two paces. He approached her and turned to face her.

She saw that her veil was no longer concealing her face at that point. She grabbed it right away and covered half of her face.

He questioned, "Do you know me? How could you leave your mate whom you have just met?"

She gave a quick shake of the head. Though she tried, she was unable to identify him.

He hissed, "I am Lycan King Angus Lincoln," and she gasped.

There is no one who hasn't heard the name of Lycan King Angus Lincoln. Everyone in the group is familiar with him. He is brutal and really strong. He merely regards assaulting, murdering, and destroying as virtues. To take as many packs as he can under his control is his sole motivation in life.

He already has some werewolf packs under his control, but he hopes to grow stronger by taking control of more and especially those that are already very strong. He craves dominance and practices it all around the world.

The only thing that is known about him is his desire to rule the world.

"What's your name?" He inquired, stooping a little. I tried to listen for the gentle sound of her deep breaths and to get a better look at her face.

He found it challenging to get a clear view of her due to the darkness and veil. More of her perfume, which was driving him insane and drawing him to her like nothing else, entered his lungs. Even though she shared his thoughts, she was able to avoid him since her inner feelings won out over what her fate called for.

She made up her mind to respond to him since she knew he wouldn't allow her to leave without knowing the answer to his question and she couldn't even make a sound without waking up the entire castle.

"Ori..." She bites her lips to prevent herself from saying her name out loud. When she couldn't think of any names, she responded with the first thing that came to mind: "Ori...." She clenched her throat and said, "My name is Ori."

The man repeated after her "Ori". The name came out of his mouth smoothly.

"What's your duty here?" He was curious about her because she struck him as being somewhat strange, and he also wanted to spend some more time with her because he was interested in her and, after all, she was his mate.

In a hushed voice, she proclaimed, "I am an omega."

She is fairly bold even if it goes against her nature, but she must make every effort to preserve her life.

But, your aura, the radiance in your eyes, and the rapid heartbeat that I could hear all indicate otherwise.

As she took a closer look at the anklets she was still holding in her hands, her eyes grew wider.

"Lycan King, I am not lying. I just got scared. You came faster than the speed of light" she said in a low tone, trying to hide her lie.

"I smelled you from my room. What about this jewelry?" He asked another question.

"That... My princess is a really kind person," she mumbled before clearing her throat once again. She said, "She often gives me her jewelry and clothes"

He merely hummed, not entirely buying what she was saying.

She couldn't afford to be late any longer, so she quickly cast her attention to the sky where she noticed that sunrise was drawing near.

"I am sorry, Lycan King. I have to leave soon. Soon, the Princess would awaken. I have to take care of her"

He nodded his head before moving aside to allow her to pass. Without hesitation, the girl fled from him while concealing her face with the veil.

The moment his mate walked away from him, the only thing that his inner human said was,

"RUN"

And as per his human brain's command, he ran but not in the direction of his mate as his Lycan wanted but in opposite direction.

Her intoxicating scent was pulling him towards her but it was taking in him everything to just run away as fast as possible. in his way, his clothes tore away and he shifted into his true self, which was of black Lycan.

He sniffed again; this time he couldn't smell his mate, which relieved and stressed him simultaneously.

When he was far away from his mate, the only question that he asked his human self was,

“WHY?”

Why he made him run away from his mate when he got her after waiting for hundred years and the only answer that he got in return was,

“Curse”

The moment he remembered the night he was cursed, he dropped to his knees and growled at the top of his lungs, asking the same question to the Moon Goddess that he does every time,

“Why? It is me?”