Fated for the Lycan

Chapter TwoALESSIA'S POVAll my teenage life, I'd prayed the goddess matched me with Thompson, when that didn't happen, our fathers took the initiative to wed us. Making my dreams of spending the rest of my life with Thompson come true. But it all turned into a nightmare. "Congratulations, Alpha Crestwood!" Thompson shook hands with the white haired Alpha before us while I hugged his Luna with a radiant smile on my face. Thompson led me into the vast and exquisitely decorated hall. His face suggests I must've done something wrong. What now?"Could you fuckin' stop smiling?" He growled beside me. "You look like a freak."The smiles dissolved. Upsetting him was the least we wanted, not before the gazes of all the important people in the room. He took out two champagne flutes from the tray a steward carried around, handed me one with a brittle smile. I knew the rules. I was never to drink at any of these functions, not to mingle, neither was it lawful for me to wander off his side.

Chapter fourALESSIA'S POV"The High King wants us in his territory." Thompson sounded as though he just won the lottery. My heart leapt out of my mouth. "Mom!" Adrian jumped from his seat with his shirt damped with the orange juice I subconsciously spilled on him from the glass I was pouring his juice into. I was too ashen, too shaken to understand what exactly Thompson meant by 'us'. "I'll clean up and get you another shirt." I stammered, practically scurrying off the kitchen and didn't stop until I was safe behind my bedroom closed door. This couldn't be. It had been three days now since the party. I thought the Lycan King had finally received some senses and chose to let me be. But it seems I was wrong, he had sworn to make me his. It was terrifying, the lust in his gaze terrified and haunted my sleeps. The words he'd spoken that night were on constant replay in my head, they had the worst effect on me. Oh Goddess save me!I had heard of and judged adulterous women. Now, I w

Chapter 6Lycan Cyril’s povSilence befall the haze as the weight of my command sank in. Her beautiful eyes bulged with something like fear as she regarded Thompson who equally couldn't seem to place my demand. It wasn't proper. I shouldn't have passed such order. How couldn't I control myself when it came to her? Staring at her all through breakfast was enough to stir up suspicions from anyone already. “Uh.. You mean we can….’’ “Forget it. I didn't mean it that way.’’ I dismissed immediately. Thankfully, Thomson didn't take it that I was referring to Alessia alone.Alessia looked away disappointedly, and I made a conviction to control my stare from now on. Clearly, she didn't want Thompson to find out about our connection. At least not yet. And as much as it stings badly, I have to keep up with it. “I feel really honoured to have been recognised by you. Tell me whatever it is you need me to do, and I promise to carry it out with immediate effect and to the best of your satisfacti

Chapter 8Lycan Cyril povShe was the least person I expected to see here. Her red hair was one I could recognise even in my sleep, and as she turned around, it was confirmed. She turned white instantly. The feeling was mutual. She equally didn't expect me here. I watched her frozen gaze trace my hair with the water droplets streaming down my exposed chest. I had just showered after a swim. I was in an army designed shorts that barely covered my thighs in fact. I couldn't take my eyes off her either, she looked totally hot in the deep blue swimsuit that effortlessly boasted her V. It took me the whole year of my training to hold back Finn's nonstop growls that ogled her. She was helpless. Her helplessness kept leaving me doubts about her disabled wolf. If she couldn't feel the mate pull as much as I did, then why was she always this helpless at my mercy?She staggered a few steps backwards, her throat throbbing as her eyes wandered over me.I raked my fingers into my hair in an a

Chapter 10Alessia's povHad he been eavesdropping? As much as I'd have loved to bash and debase him for eavesdropping, shame didn't permit a move from me. I raced as fast as my legs could take me into the bedroom for refuge. I didn't do it often. But when I did, it took hours of nonstop tears before I felt relieved.I took a long bath, passed on lunch and retired into a deep slumber. I woke up to a shadow figure sitting at the edge of the bed, and I almost jumped out of my body. “You're up.’’ His familiar voice made me recognise him immediately. Thompson? I was confused. What was he doing here, addressing me in such a soft tone? Groggily, I pulled the duvet over my frame whilst anticipating whatever he had to say. “You're going back to sleep?’’ Thompson mistook my action. ‘‘Do you have something to say to me?’’ My voice was barely above whispers, an effect of my rebounding system. “Pack up. We're leaving tomorrow.” My ears definitely mistook him. He didn't just say that. “L