Lycan King's New Mate

The large buttress roots from the groves of large trees were spread over the ground, hindering me to sprint swiftly. The light from the full moon was penetrating from above through the rustling leaves, giving me a view of the paths ahead. I could hear the stridulating sounds of the crickets, blending with the spooky mood of this blood-curdling place. I followed my instinct to scamper since I was incognizant in the woods. My energy was gradually consumed because I have been running for hours after leaving the Vatrimosso mansion. There was no time to come up for air because that lethal-blood-crazed predator was after my life. I had no choice but to continue the pursuit of running in order to survive. I whimpered in so much pain when I've remembered how those monsters slaughtered my parents...my siblings, after hiding me in the manhole. It was a nightmare to hear and see their cries and agony. It couldn't get off inside my head. And I knew that it would be impossible for me to forget t

My name spread like a wildfire in the wolves community when Mira and I won the game. It was not easy. I almost died since I was the most vulnerable among the participants—but my combat skills and tactics helped me survive and…stand out. "Vera," Mira said as she graced the room with her worried eyes. She immediately sat beside me while my legs and arms were wrapped with bandages. "Don't look at me like that, Mira. You have heard the doctor. It's just a minor bruise," I assured her even if I was feeling otherwise. It was my willpower that helped me recover. "If you were only a werewolf, we could help you heal. I feel so sad and worried seeing you lying in this bed, covered with these stupid bandages." I laughed at her remark. "Plus, I am still mad when they try to let you stay in that dirty garage even if you are deeply wounded!" I remembered how they rejoiced and celebrated my victory after putting me inside my room. Wounded. Dripping with blood. Healing myself. I was all by mys

"Consider his request as a test for the authenticity of your skill," Beta Robert said when I was about to open the door of my bedchamber. "He meant nothing bad when he set a duel for you."His attempt to cover up the cruelty of the lycan king made my brows fuse. I turned to him with a hint of confusion on my face. "He doubts me," I spilled the truth. "Even if he watched the death race. He wants to see it over again because of his stumped ego."I saw his eyes widen a fraction then his lips curled into an amused grin. "You know how to read the lines. I guess there's no need to sugarcoat his harsh action a while ago.""I've heard things about him. Believing that my skills impressed him was a joke." My jaw tightened. "I guess, he requested me to punish me here for beating his bet on the death race."He chuckled but it didn't reach his eyes. "I don't think so. He wouldn't threaten those interested alphas only to make you suffer.""What do you mean?" My forehead creased."My point here is