Saving Her Lycan

*LILAC* "Mother! You cannot expect me to marry a beast! How the hell will I cope? I have a whole lot of life out there to live!" Milo's screeching voice echoes down to the basement where I stay. I strain my ears, trying to catch the whole conversation, but all I hear next is muffled whispers, bed rustling, and then silence. I huff in defeat. There is not really much I can know when I am down here in this dingy basement, well technically it's not a basement, just a tiny ass room that was supposed to be for supplies but my stepmother deemed it fit for me, the outcast child as she calls me to live in. At least I get a room, Cinderella didn't get one. The screeching sound of tires announces my Father's arrival and a grin splits on my face as I put down my book, hurriedly running out of my room to meet him. Dad's arrival means less of Nina's and Milo's bullying and I always looked forward to it.. No don't get me wrong, I love my Father just as much as I know he loves me a

------- *LILAC* The drive is silent and I try my best to scoot away from my husband's side as far as possible. Even if he is certainly delicious to look at, he is still a Lycan which also means he has an animalistic side to him and I definitely do not want to see that. I sigh as I look out through the tinted windows, watching Lyria fade out before my eyes. I have known the rout walls of this city all my life and leaving now? Tears are rushing back to my eyes again and I instantly blink them away. My husband probably would not pleased at my tears. Only if I could run. Run away from this life I am being dragged into, maybe if I can flee from entering this world I know nothing about. But can I? Trapped in this million dollar car with a man I barely know as my husband, can my life ever be perfect? I guess not, my life has been cursed ever since my mother died. She was my greatest joy. The only person who could bring me peace. But as time went by and more people started talking about

*LILAC* "Lilac Hirav." My heart jumps at the deep voice that calls my name — The Lycan King. He continues, "May I officially welcome you to the Royal family of Lycania, and congratulate you on your Marriage to my second Prince." The words feel strange coming out of his mouth. I know that the word "Marriage" is meant as an act, but the tone of his voice still feels weird. It seems like there is an underlying meaning behind it though and my cheeks flush red. What do I say? Thank you, your Highness? Your Majesty? Or should I bow? Thankfully the moment doesn't last long because Kael speaks before I can decide what to say. "Thank you," Kael replies and I seem to be the only one that hears the underlying strain in his voice. "My wife is deeply grateful for your beautiful speech of welcome, Your Majesty" His smile seems genuine for some reason but his eyes have lost their warmth. "She is indeed a beut, just like we heard." I almost gag at the remark that comes from the man beside the

*LILAC* It's today. School day. The day I will be attending a school with hundreds of Lycans as colleagues. How interesting... Ironically. "Hey, cheer up sis.. It's gonna be fun!" Issy coos from beside me as the Audi hit the road, heading towards our destination. "You'll meet so many new people, you might even make some friends!" She adds, smiling brightly. I only wish her excitement is contagious. No, it is not. If anything, I'm nervous. After all, it's been a long time since I last attended my own school. Even longer since I've had friends at all. I sigh, trying not to think again of the fact that I left the palace this morning without even seeing Kael. I raise my fingers to my face, looking at the ring there. How would the students even take it that I'm married to their Prince? I look out through the window. My jaw falls to the ground as we pass a low stone wall with the name Lupin College in white letters painted on it, with an ornate bronze wolf statue e

*Kael* Lilac. Lilac Hirav Aspen. My wife and my fucking Fated. Mates are a figment of our imagination, they do not exist or so I thought. My mother thought she had found her Fated with my father, well that was until he accused of her of treason and killed her, bringing in his mistress and his fucked up children. But still, I can't deny it.. The beastly part of me keeps crawling to set free. She is my Fated, I can feel it like the thrumming of blood in my veins. I had known since the first day I had met her.. Dressed in that goddamned wedding dress and a veil over her face, and then when I pulled it off, I could feel my breath constrict and my heart fucking raced. The banging in my head persisted, undeterred, with only one utterance, "Mate." This is wrong. She is but a mere human. Weak and innocent.. I am no good for her, but yet she is mine. I wrap up all my unfinished work, blowing out an harsh breath as anticipation ripples through me. She is my wife. She is my st