OFFERED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING

CHAPTER TWO.WILLOW’S POV.“No! This isn’t right. You cannot betroth my mate to Harriet. It’s wrong!” The words come tearing out of my throat the moment the door closes behind my father. Both Harriet and our mother roll their eyes like I just said the most unreasonable thing ever.The coronation party is over and the guests have departed. Right now, all five of us are in my father’s office for a meeting he called.“Don’t be ridiculous, Willow.” Harriet barks at me. “Miles is the son of the Chief Commander of the army and one day, he’s going to assume that position. He cannot possibly stay mated to a low-life like you. He deserves to be with someone who matches his status. Someone like myself. Tell her that, daddy.” She slums on a nearby couch, sighing as though I completely exasperate her.“Your sister is right, Willow.”The words, ‘your sister” jar in my ears like an annoying cacophony of church bells. Harriet and I might be related by blood and share the same parents but she is not

CHAPTER FOURWILLOW’S POVI am shaking like a leaf as Beta Kane leads me into the most massive and sophisticated living-room I have ever set my foot into since I was born. After that hilarious stunt I pulled trying to escape – which was miserably futile as he caught up with me and flung me over his shoulder before I could reach the door – I am finding it very difficult to simply exist in his presence. Fear is seizing my limbs, cramping my joins and breaking every single bone in my body.The living-room is a wonder to behold and I would be taking inventory of every detail of its exquisite furniture and the massive, beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling far far above, if my mind wasn’t already tortured with the possibilities of how I’m going to meet my end in this castle.“Sit” The Beta’s gruff voice orders and I know I should obey him immediately, but one more look at the sofas makes me hesitate. They all look so clean and luxurious; I feel like I would soil them if I got anot

CHAPTER SIX.WILLOW’S POVMy jaw is on the floor and my mind is completely bamboozled as I stare blankly at Alpha Killian, mouth slightly ajar from shock.“Your supper?” My voice is almost inaudible but he gets me.“Yes, Willow. My supper. Where is it?” He asks very seriously and that throws me into a state of panic. I open my mouth to say something, but I cannot find my words. I turn to the door I just came in through as though hoping another me will walk in this moment with the Alpha’s supper. “Willow Alyssa Campbell!” He calls my full names in a stern voice and I whip my head back in his direction, trembling from the terror raking its claws down my spine.What am I going to do now?“When you said I was going to serve you, I thought…” I gulp and point to the door behind me. “We thought you meant I was going to sleep with you. That’s why Eleanor dressed me up like this and asked me to strip the moment I got in here.” I explain in a fast apologetic tone and the room falls into complet

CHAPTER EIGHTWILLOW’S POVHis question meets silence. My lips pry open, but no words fall out of my mouth.I’m staring blankly at him and I find that now is a good time to properly admire his lips. There’s nothing peculiar about the anatomy of the human lip, but there’s just something about his that draws me to it. I can’t stop looking. They are so…“Willow.” His stern call brings me back to earth. Rude! “I asked you a question. Did someone hit you?”I should say yes.I should burst into tears this instant and report everything Eleanor has been doing to me. Maybe exaggerate a few facts a little, but I cannot bring myself to do that. I am terrified of the consequences I might face if I do.It’s obvious that Eleanor is not his relative, however, she lives in his castle and all of his servants are terrified of her. She has control over them as they obey her every command. She has a lot of influence around here and I don’t know if that influence extends to him. I don’t know the dynamic o

CHAPTER TENI swear if I’m asked that question one more time tonight, I’ll crash out.“Eleanor said…”“Aren’t you cold?” He quickly cuts me off.“I’m freezing, actually.”“The closet is over there.’ He says pointing to a door on my left. “Go in, take that off and put on whatever will keep you warm and comfortable.”I scamper into the closet which is another wonder to behold. It’s as big as my bedroom, divided into sections for his clothes, shoes and accessories. As I change into the same kind of pajamas Eleanor made take off a while ago, I cannot help but smile as I try to imagine the stunned look on her face when I tell her Alpha Killian asked me to change the outfit she insisted I wear.Even though I can’t explain why she keeps wanting him to sleep with me. She likes him and she hates the fact that I’m here to become his bride if I survive the marking ritual. Isn’t that supposed to make her feel threatened and make her try to prevent him from sleeping with me and not the other way r