Lycan King and the discarded Luna

Under the heavy downpour, a young woman is seen running through the forest, barefoot, a desperate look for survival on her face. She looks haggard and skinny, like she hasn’t eaten for days. Behind her are Packs of hurling wolves, with glowing golden eyes in hot pursuit. Their intent was glaring on their faces. Awh! The young woman cries out when a lower tree branch tears into her skin. She bears the pain with a tightened expression, her face not losing the determination driving her escape. Her heart longs for rest, and her feet weep in pain, but the young woman persists with her escape. She has to leave tonight or she will not survive. The sight of civilization springs a smile to her face. Maybe someone would help her, she hopes, and fuels her speed with sheer strength. She is running on low, but it doesn’t matter. As long as she can get to the road where people are, and there is someone there to save her from them, then it would all be worth it. In her bid for survival, she goes

Eros stands at the tail end of the bed, his hands slipped into his pocket as he watches the doctor and the young woman with the curiosity of a cat, his brow furrowed. The young woman in question sits at the edge of the bed with a wild look in her eyes, eyes that speaks of the horror she has been through. The walls feels as if they are closing down on her, and the only thing Ara craves is her freedom. She has been locked up enough, and the idea of not being free to go makes her heart pound in terror. “Please let me go,” she pleads with the doctor, tears streaming down her face. Of everyone in the room, he alone possesses kind eyes that she could trust. The doctor quietly closes the distance between him and his patient, his expression relaxed, and reassuring. His movement careful so as not to spook the young woman. When he gets close, Ara watches him closely, her green eyes following every miniscule of movement any part of his body makes, while Eros stood behind watching them intent

The redhead goes still at the mention of the man she hates with every fibre of her being. Rex walking away after speaking, stops when he doesn’t feel the redhead beside him. Curious as to what the delay is, he turns, and frowns when he sees a weird expression on her face. “What is it, Nes?” He questions, walking back to the redhead. The redhead looks like she has seen a ghost. She and Nes met a few months ago in a business conference. When their eyes met across the room, he felt an immediate connection to her, and knew right away that she was the woman he has been searching for. Gorgeous, elegant and confident. The key qualities he desires in a mate, which his mate lacks in abundance. He was extremely glad, when he learns they are fated mates, and knew he would never let her go. At the end of the conference when he proposed to her to come home with him, her agreement had shocked the hell out of him. He never imagined that she would abandon everything she knew in her city and go ba

Eros smirks at the blonde, and walks confidently into the room, like it is his personal palace, Ryze waddling behind him, his arms weighed down by the so many bags in his hand. Ara watches the imposing man critically, her green eyes following his every movement. Within a second of his entrance into the room, his cologne overwhelms the atmosphere, and his larger than life presence stifling out the air in the room. He is someone important no doubt, can he save her? A curious glint enters the blonde’s eyes as she evaluates Eros with her eyes. Aware of the blonde’s eyes on him, and pretending not to care, Eros takes the only sit in the room, and relaxes his lithe frame against the seat, his legs crossed at the knee, before he addressed the blonde. “I brought something for you.” Ara looks at him curiously, wondering what he could have brought. In answer to the question in the blonde’s eyes, Eros turns to the young man behind him, and instructs him with only his eyes. Understanding h

Speaking those words, I stared at victor expectantly, my heart beating strongly in my chest. I was waiting to see those beautiful brown eyes reflect his remembrance of our union before he left on his business trip. That night was one of the most magical nights of my life. The only night that beats it is the first time Victor made love to me. The night we acknowledged each other as mates. He didn’t mark me that night. Maybe because he has been planning to find his fated mate. Remembering this dims the hope in my heart, but then Victor’s unexpected reaction crushes my spirit further. He throws his head back and laughs. The sound deep and humorless, leaving me with my brows furrowed with confusion. Why is he laughing? Actually, confusion isn’t the only emotion swirling around inside me. Irritation, foremost. How dare he laugh at the memory that meant so much to me?Is he determined to delusion everything we shared? The idea that Victor doesn’t cherish our time together the way I do