“Marcus. Call me Marcus.” He is telling her. Ariana giggles. She forgets his name. Among the girls, they were always calling him a Lycan king or his highness. No commoner would ever call the king by his given name, yet he gave her the privilege.
“Marcus.” She repeats his name. The sound of his name tingles her on the tip of her tongue, which makes her giggle even more. He likes the sound of the bells when she smiles, but he said nothing to praise it. Instead, he picks her up bridal style and carries her through the garden into the castle. No one stops them. No one is looking for them in the hallway or in the garden. They just vanished from the evening with no one noticing.
Marcus brings Ariana to one of the many bedrooms in the castle. Away from the dance hall, away from everyone. It is just the two of them.
“Can you turn off the light?” Ariana asked him shyly. She hadn’t been with a man before, and although she partly knew what to expect, she wasn’t entirely prepared for what was going to happen. Marcus doesn’t care about the light. He dims the light, since he doesn’t need them to see, anyway. He sees in the night the same as during the day. His Lycan’s eyes offered him the perfect eyesight.
He crosses the distance between them, unzipping the dress on her back. The strapless vintage dress falls on the ground with a silent thud, unraveling her pure beauty. She wears no bra since her dress can’t cover it. Once the dress falls on the ground, she stands in front of him, only in her silky panties.
“Don’t hide!” He orders when Ariana’s hands automatically shoot up to her chest, trying to cover her breasts. His tone left no room for argument and his Lycan voice literally forced her to reveal herself to him. He stands there, watching her soft pale skin shining in the night lights. She looked beautiful, but not as beautiful as the dozen other girls he had had during the last week. He cares little about her feelings. A young silly girl who came into the castle with her childish dream of being a queen. What does it matter if she is his mate?
He places her on a soft and boneless bed, gripping the delicate wrist of a girl. With a simple snap of his hand, he could break those two hands. With his head buried in her smooth and tender neck, he lay on top of her. The girl beneath him clenches her hands into fists, almost crying from the pain of her first time. Her meticulously trimmed and maintained nails sink deeply into his back, leaving behind fresh red blood stains which almost instantly healed, just for her to leave marks on his back once again.
Marcus doesn’t care about her pain. A night of back and forth giving and taking, the bright red mark on the bedding, signifies her transformation from a girl to a woman.
Ariana woke up in the morning alone in the room. The maid knocks on the door before she enters. As ordered, she brings fresh water, food and a set of new clothes for Ariana. Ariana briefly refreshes herself, hoping she can join Marcus for breakfast, but once Ariana puts on her clothes and eats a few bites from the tray with the food, the maid leads her out of the castle and into the prepared carriage, leaving Ariana utterly confused. She thought she would stay in the castle by her mate’s side, but he sent her back home.
“Where have you been?” Ariana’s mother asks the moment she opens the door and enters the house with tears in her eyes. Daria stops herself from scolding her daughter. She knows exactly where she was the entire night. There is only one place where she could stay the whole night and come back in entirely different attire.
“He sent me home.” Ariana whispered in between her sobs. She can’t understand why she is back home. He belongs to her. She should stay by his side and not at home, away from her mate. He doesn’t want her or what happened? Her mind can’t process the pain of her broken heart. This isn’t the story she hoped for. This isn’t the mate she waited for.
“Did he hurt you?” Daria wanted to know. The illusion of her daughter being intact while spending the night in the castle went through the roof the moment he came to pick her up for the dance. At least, she comes home in the morning, and it seems except for her broken heart, nothing else suffered any injuries.
“No,” Ariana answers her, with the tears rolling down her cheeks. Almost instantly, she dries her tears and concludes her following steps. She plans to return to the castle and have a talk with her mate. He felt it. Ariana knows he felt the same pull towards her. She read it in his eyes when they locked their gazes yesterday. At least, he owes her an explanation, or maybe all this is just a misunderstanding, and the maid shouldn’t have sent her back home.
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
“Let her come in.” The steward suddenly appeared by the gate, ordering the two guards to let Ariana enter. She had tears in her eyes from fighting the guards. First, she had to argue with her mother and then these two stopped her from visiting her mate. “Thank you,” she slightly bowed her head to the steward, expressing her gratitude. He replies to her in a similar gesture before he leads her into the castle. His steps slowly lead Ariana to the throne room, which Marcus uses to accept visitors, if there are any. Upon entering the room, Ariana sees the Lycan king sitting high on his throne, staring coldly at the daring girl in front of his eyes. “What brings you back? The ball finished yesterday, and the gates of the castle are closed to the commoners during the year.” The tone in his voice explains almost everything. In particular, the word “commoners” rings in Ariana’s ears like bells on the highest tower in the capital, which always announced the danger when there were attackers o
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
The change in her image allowed Ariana to start anew after she learned the lesson of her life. She not only cut her hair short, changed her wardrobe, but she also worked on her personality. The way the Lycan king treated her opened her eyes to the vast world of rudeness and trickery which she hadn’t seen before. Several weeks had passed and Ariana forgot about her broken heart, immersing herself in the activities of her daily life. “How was your day?” Daria asks the moment her daughter joins her in the kitchen. Daria came from the castle earlier today. The family from her husband’s side should arrive later in the evening. Daria wants to make sure they feel welcome and warm after a long journey. Peter’s family lived far away on the northern border of their country. “Good. There wasn’t much work, so my boss let me go home earlier. Do you need my help with anything?” Ariana offers to assist her mother, although her mother handles everything perfectly. Years of experience of working in a
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
“Is everything as you wanted?” Daria faces Julia, asking her before she leaves the apartment. During the past few days, they had made arrangements together to furnish the apartment to Julia’s satisfaction. Of course, Daria let Julia pay extra for everything she wanted. Peter’s brothers keep bothering them regarding the house, but as long as the house is under Ariana’s name, neither of them can do anything about it. “It’s good enough.” Julia replies to her. She would expect a better home for her and her family, but this is all they could get in the capital. They lack the footing in a city they have never visited before. Julia is painfully aware of it. That was also the reason she came nearly a year before the ball. She has a lot of things to prepare before she can present her daughters to the king. Daria grabs the last of her belongings which were still in the adjacent apartment and leaves Julia alone in her new home. Having her around is not something Daria would wish for, but it’s n
“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
“Long time no see Daria. Someone is sick?” Therin greeted her with a bright smile on his lips. Several decades ago, these two were classmates at high school. At that time, Therin loved Daria and wished to marry her, but luck wasn’t on his side. He celebrated his eighteenth birthday a few weeks earlier than Daria, which let him understand they didn’t share a bond. It’s not like he couldn’t marry her just because they weren’t mates, but almost no one would marry right away without at least waiting a few years for their destined one. “Good morning, Therin. Can you please check up on my daughter? Her stomach is acting up.” Therin scans Ariana from head to toe. The shade of green on her face couldn’t be missed. Within a second, Therin's eyes return to Daria. Her face is like an open book. Therin recognizes what worried her immediately. “When was your period last time?” He asks directly, without hesitation. Although this wasn’t directly his specialization, most of the werewolf doctors coul