Forced Marriage to the Rejected Lycan

Chapter oneI SAT IN SILENCE as my ears pricked up. Listening for any sounds of my new husband.My skin gleamed in the dull light of the room, and the soft scent of rose oil my maids had massaged into it tickled my senses.Prayan loved it when I smelled like roses. My mate and the man I was supposed to marry. The dull sting of my broken matebond shuddered through me.I wished I could cry, then maybe this would all feel better. But I had cried every tear I had inside me and now it felt like I was in a bad dream, waiting every second to be awakened by Mami's teasing voice. Like a prized pig pruned and prepared for her owner, I sat on my matrimonial bed waiting for my new husband.And Prayan. My Prayan had rejected me.My nightdress was a sexy red color. Hand-sewn with gold threads by the best royal designers, it was a gift from my stepmother and I supposed it should make me happy.It had.Just this morning, I had screamed in excitement, blushing hard as I imagined the hot look of des

Chapter 3 Selena’s POV My journey to Devania was a silent one. I traveled with my entourage and belongings. Six royal carriages in total. I sat alone in my carriage, unable to draw my feet up. The corset of my wedding dress was right around my ribs. From Calantha to the capital city of Devania took almost a full day. And my mind raced for the entirety of it. What did Nadira mean? Did she do this to me? She wouldn’t, right? I know she might not like me but she’s still my sister. I already knew the answer. Nadira has never thought of me as her sister. Not even once. And if destroying my life meant she wouldn’t have to marry Prince Kael, it was a win-win situation for her that she would do again. The question was, why did Prayan agree to her plan? What could Nadira have said that would make him watch me get married to the dark prince? Hurt filled me over again as my wolf whimpered in pain. The second we drew into the capital, I could tell solely from the difference i

Chapter 6Meeting the Murderer.My heart thundered as I walked with the procession. Step after step, Siha to my side, and several maids of Devania to accompany me.The golden bracelets on my wrists jiggled loudly with every step. Cold air hitting the exposed back of my dress. I was on my way to my wedding reception and I was to be introduced to the King.————————“Are you going to explain to me, what the hell that was?” I hissed at Prince Kael through the bathroom door as I paced up and down.Gold eyes! Gold freaking eyes! What does that even make him?!That’s certainly above Lycan status, goddess knows I’ve never known anyone to fully have gold eyes.The bathroom door pushed open and unconsciously I took a step back.Kael stood at the mouth of the door, with his hands in his pockets.I swallowed hard at the sight of him and slowly raised my head.Black. His eyes were black once more. I didn't imagine everything, the dark prince uses contacts to get dark eyes.“Why?” The question left

Die? Really?Indignation filled me and I made to push Kael away but he tightened his grip on me and gave me a warning glare.“Even if we don’t succeed in killing her off, we have nothing to worry about, the contest will surely do it for us,”I scoffed beneath Kael’s palm as the wives laughed in amusement.“Did you see the layers of gold she wore around her waist?”“Or the golden anklets with bells on her feet,” Ayesha chimed in.“She’s nothing more than a spoiled princess. Do you think she even has the courage to enter the contest?” Ayesha burst out laughing.“I’m certain, she’ll go on her knees wearing her best diamonds to beg the Lycan king to exempt her.She can’t be that stupid, she definitely knows her trinkets will do her no good in this contest,”I could feel Lilith’s irritation with me as she chuckled.“Besides it’s a win-win situation,” Ayesha adjusted her headscarf. “Worst case scenario she begs the king to exempt her. Best case scenario, she enters the contest, dies, and ta

“I still don’t think following this diet is necessary,” I frowned at Siha as I slowly picked at the plate of carrots she placed before me.“If you’re going to follow the training and the exercises then it’s only right you go with the diet my lady. We need you strong. Strong enough to survive,” Siha gave me a determined nod as she added more blush to my cheeks with a brush.“Okay,” I sighed.Today was the preliminary contest day, where the wives would prove their worth and merit. Before the king and the packs of the Kingdom.This contest would determine how the other ones would be planned and I knew the other royal wives were excited about it.At the dinner table, it was all Ayesha could talk about. She kept yapping about her skills and throwing shaded jabs at me to which the court ladies laughed.But through it all, Rylan held my gaze across the table and shook his head for me to remain silent.Prince Rylan. He had become sort of my personal trainer over the last two weeks. Waiting fo