Third POVAfter regrouping her mindless minions, Erin directs them to follow the scent of the weak damsel that threatens her position. Erin would see to the collapse of Harper’s existence, if that is what she has to do to gain the glory and prestige promised to her by family right.Harper deserves none of it.Erin leads the way, walking with devilish intent. You’d think she is dressed for a fashion show and not a cooking event. But her mother made sure she was always prepared to be viewed by possible suitors.And today is no exception. Erin’s glistening long blonde hair is meticulously styled into a complicated braid. All intertwining into one thick strand that falls down to her waist. She wears a stunning, luxurious winter sweater, and sharp, brown leather thigh high boots settle over her pants and tie the look together.Flicking her hair over her shoulder, the blonde eyes the surrounding field with a grin, speaking to herself, “Even if I don’t do anything to her. There’s no way she’
Third POVDean stares wide-eyed at his surroundings. Just a moment ago he was just getting out of his lovely hot shower, having only thrown on a bathrobe. And now, he stands speechless in the middle of town. He runs a hand through his hair trying to quell his astonishment. However, all makes sense when his gaze lands on Harper. He sighs.She summoned him…Harper on the other hand is overjoyed by Dylan’s presence, and curiously inquires as to why he is here. When he fails to respond immediately, she jumps with excitement, answering her own question. “Oh, I know! You must have come because you were worried about me!” her chubby cheeks only accentuate her smile as she continues to ponder on his entrance.“But wait, isn’t the competition site restricted to contestants only? How did you even manage to get in?” Faced with Harper’s innocence, Dean can only snort in response. Instead, he turns to look at the kitchen door, and then back at his virgin mate, asking nonchalantly. “So, what proble
Harper’s POVLike a cornered lamb, I shrink back into the shadow of the demonic man that stands before me. He cages me in with his muscular frame, his dragon-like breath etches fire across my skin as he brands me with his mark.“Mate,” whispers the demon.________________________________One day ago:“I, Samuel, reject you!”Samuel is stunning. My eyes gloss over with admiration, seeing stars twinkling round his pretty face.“Harper? I’m sorry, but I reject you,” I stare at him blankly, like a wide-eyed owl, blinking away glorious illusions of us skipping merrily down lovers lane. And I’m left with the reality that I have just been rejected.‘Wow. Who knew someone could still look so gorgeous whilst breaking your heart!’ Says Sara, my wolf, as she mentally gushes alongside me.I force a laugh to sputter out my mouth. “Ah… that’s perfectly understandable!” I swear I can feel my face redden like a fat tomato. “That's totally okay! I, Harper, accept your rejection.” Course not really… U
Harper’s POVI can’t breathe…I can’t breathe!I’ve never been kissed before… Is it meant to be this terrifying? Surely not.My eyes grow wide in disbelief, and when he finally pulls away, I have a moment to look at our surroundings, noticing how the crowd around us are mirroring my alarmed expression.As if our kiss is a catalyst, enacting bad voodoo on the surrounding crowd, one catastrophe after another occurs before us.One of the virgins swoons, gasping like a damsel in distress as she collapses, she collides into a servant carrying a tray of wine glasses that surges forward and into the face of a butler. Soaked in the liquid he stumbles backwards bumping into one of the guards who can’t help but drop his weapon, the sword clattering loudly against the marble flooring.If this isn’t a sign. I don’t know what is…The bunch of them flail about in embarrassment, but everyone else is too shocked to care. All eyes remain on me. Some of the girls even glare at me with beady eyes, like
Dean’s POV"You were born with a curse, you were born without the ability to understand human feelings. You are not my child, you are an emotionless devil!" The woman pushes the little child to the ground and storms off."Mummy, mummy..." the child whimpers, desperately trying to catch up with his departing mother at his still unsteady pace, but how can a child catch up with an adult? The child runs faster and faster before eventually tripping over toddler legs and tumbling to the ground. But his mother never turns back, she doesn't even pause for a moment."Ugh…!" my eyes blink open in slight discomfort, as I’m left to stare at the ceiling.Another nightmare.I stroke my black hair habitually and wipe away the sweat droplets from my forehead nonchalantly.With a little straightening of my clothes, I head for the main hall, where all the guards bow their heads in respect, while my black robe sweeps over them in a tumble, following me to the throne.Beside the throne, Tyler, my Beta, a
Dean’s POVI’m somewhat dumbfounded by the coincidence. More so when the old wizard’s prophetic orb flashes and swirls with smoke tinged in black and gold. I watch the old man rest his hands against the ball, and as I’ve seen many times before, his eyes go completely white, as he starts to speak with a voice weighed down by gloom.“The curse has not left you Dean Tullus, it has only been subdued,” my brows narrow in displeasure, but I don’t speak just yet as Leonard continues, “It is only when you declare your love to her with full honesty, that your curse shall be cured. This is salvation, as well as punishment.”Leonardo shakes himself awake and out of his trance, wide eyes blinking at me. I only glare at the ball with growing distaste, as victory once again slips out of my grasp.It seems absurd that someone as strong and powerful as me is expected to fall in love with someone so weak. It makes little sense, and there is nothing logical about it. Power breeds with power.Moreover,
Harper’s POVI’ve never seen someone so undeniably handsome. Sure, there are pretty people in the world. But this man is utterly gorgeous!His dark raven hair flows down to his shoulders. Every muscle in his back is prominent through his shirt as he defensively stands in the way. Toned legs, strong arms… and when he turns to look at me, sharp bone structure matches his piercing gray eyes.Am I drooling? I hurry to wipe away my presumed saliva from my lips in utter embarrassment, but the man has little time to focus on me. Although the rogues were startled at first by my savior’s surprise entrance, they’ve now adjusted themselves, and continue to press forward towards us.“How come it’s you again?” the man finally turns to me and sneers, acknowledging my presence.I look at him in confusion, I’ve never met this stranger, I would have remembered meeting someone so handsome. But he does not question my puzzled look, instead he turns back to the rogues that taunt him and me.I do wonder
Harper’s POV‘Although he looks very handsome and is our savior, he doesn't seem quite right in the head…’ I internally say to Sara.When faced with the stranger’s unexpected and strange declaration of which is a “marriage proposal”, I stare at him with immense confusion and disbelief. I must shake myself out of my daze before finally responding to him.“I’m very grateful to you for saving my life, but…but I don’t believe it’s very appropriate to make such a request when we’ve just met.” I state.I try to simply and politely decline his request, however with the look that sprouts upon his face, you’d think I have chastised him to the highest degree. He scoffs, appearing astounded through a smug half grin, and raised brow.“Darling… do you know who I am?” he states pridefully. “I’m the Lycan King!”I stare at him blankly as he reiterates, thinking I don’t understand. “You know, the most powerful Lycan that ever lived? Come on girl, how can you refuse Lycan King Dean.”‘Oh, he definitel