His Rejected Queen

Ariana looks around, searching for the alluring scent which hits her nose. She can’t decipher where it comes from. The sweetest scent she had ever smelled in her life caught her entire attention. “What’s wrong?” Her father asks her, watching his restless daughter abruptly scanning the entire hall. She searches for something, yet he can’t say what it is. “Nothing.” She replies to him, pretending everything is alright. Ariana couldn’t focus as the sweet scent filled her nostrils, but she couldn’t bring the matter to her parents. They would take her back home right away. Ariana understands the meaning of the scent. Her mate should be somewhere in the room. She wasn’t expecting to meet him at the ball, especially since she hoped to meet the Lycan king and become his potential mate, but it didn’t matter anymore. Her mate is there as well. Ariana almost instantly forgets about the Lycan king and focuses on the sweet, woody scent which fills the entire room and restricts her from thinking

Ariana puts on the best clothes she finds in her wardrobe. Her choice differs from what she wore yesterday during the ball. “Where are you going dressed up like that?” Daria asks, seeing her daughter put on the girlish dress which she has in her wardrobe but until today, never wore it. Over her shoulders, she puts a simple silky cloak just to keep the wind away from her skin. Although, as a werewolf, she can’t feel the cold, the wind isn’t always likable. “Back to the castle. I want to talk to Marcus,” Ariana replies with resolution. Her mother blinks several times, unable to process the words her daughter just said. “Who is Marcus?” Daria asked immediately. She knows Ariana spent the night with the Lycan king, the ruler of the country. Not with some Marcus. It takes a minute for Daria to realize Marcus is the Lycan king’s given name. “The King. He told me yesterday to call him by his name. We are mates.” Ariana speaks with such resolution, leaving her mother in utter shock. Aria

Ariana’s parents worry sick of their daughter. Since she has returned from the castle, Ariana refuses to eat. For the past few days, she has stayed in her room, locked, refusing to even meet with her best friend. Her father came to ask her to let him in several times, yet he heard nothing but silence coming from his daughter’s room. When he listened carefully, he could hear silent sobs, assuring him of his daughter’s presence. Her tears and silent sobs break his heart, but there is nothing he can do to help her. Ariana must go through this alone, but once the pain from the rejection passes, she will feel better. Peter was sure about it. “How is she?” Daria asks her husband as he joins her in the kitchen after another unsuccessful attempt to speak to his daughter. Peter shrugs, desperate to help his only child. “As long as she is alive, it will pass,” Daria assures him upon seeing his long face. Peter was always worried about his daughter. It was one of his best qualities as a father

As Ariana and her mother worked in the kitchen, preparing the pastries, meals and sweets, the time flew faster than they would have expected. It took little time before Ariana’s father arrived home with the guests behind him. “Welcome.” Daria greeted them, seeing their long faces. Gregor was the only one keeping a neutral expression on his face, while Jeff apparently didn’t swallow the fact that he lost this house and, with it, his footing in the capital. He would gain an immense advantage in business by having a base right in the capital. The size of the house seemed to greatly disappoint Julie, her husband, and even her two daughters. Daria sees the disapproval of the home in their eyes as they are scanning the place from ceiling to floor. The thought Julia gave to the house told Daria everything she needed to know about her coming. “Those are my cousins?” Ariana asked. She can recognize the girls even after not seeing them for ten years, but she hopes to start a conversation and e

“You are graduating soon. Did you think about what to do next?” The whole family sits around the table to eat breakfast as every Sunday, the only day they can eat together. During the weekdays, Daria works at the castle, leaving home before sunrise. Peter works all day as well. “I think you should try college. Art would be the best.” Peter spoke out loud the thoughts of his wife. She wanted to suggest exactly the same. They were both on the same page whenever they were talking about the future of their daughter or their family. Just as they were talking, Ariana suddenly stands up and runs to the bathroom. Before she left, Daria and her husband saw their daughter gauging. “I am sorry. I feel a little under the weather,” Ariana apologizes upon her return. Her father looks at her, worries all over his face. Sickness wasn’t something werewolves enjoyed, especially since it wasn’t usual for them. Daria looked skeptical, lost in her thoughts for a moment, as she considered various possibil