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SANDY:

My parents sold me off? But how could I have heard different versions in the story earlier? Which between my parents and the Lycan King was telling the truth now?

Probably the Lycan King. My parents may not be the doting parents that I wanted them to be, but they were not that evil to sell me off even when I was a baby, right? 

I wanted to know the truth right away! I refuse to believe His Highness. He might be lying!

If your parents did not sell you, how could you live in luxury despite having slave status? A couple of years ago, right after they got to see this man, Mom said they brought their freedom. 

"Of course you do not believe it," the Lycan King said, disappointment flashing on his face.  "Like what the rumors had reached your eyes, I am one ruthless man."

Was he aware of the rumors? And what did he do about it? Did he ask his warriors to kill those bastards who spread lies using his name?

Lies? How could you tell that he was lying? How could you tell that?

"You are. Taking me away from your parents is one ruthless thing to do. We haven't even married yet. There was no talk of the marriage or any arrangements."

The only thing that I knew was that I was going to marry this man. He might be the Lycan King, but his status did not faze me at all. 

Because there is only one person you want right now. Alpha Oswald. Despite claiming you hated that man, the love you felt for him did not vanish. At all. 

And I will marry this man without any feelings? Was that okay for him? I was certain he did not have any feelings for me too even if we were mates. 

The corner of His Highness' lips lifted.

"You don't believe what I said that your parents had sold you, unlike what they claimed to tell you."

I clenched my palm into a fist. "You might be lying," I spat. "I trusted my parents more."

"You trusted your parents who hurt you? Don't think I did not ask someone to monitor them. They have my gold." He smirked. "They accepted the gold I had given them. Tell me I am lying, but they even urge you not to take a man until you marry me."

I bit my lower lip.

Maybe I could not accept the fact that my parents did not have any inkling of love for me. Anyone on their right hand would never hand their daughter to someone whom they did not even know, even if it was the Lycan King himself. They would fight their daughter until their last breath. 

Tears simmered in my eyes. 

How could they?

I hated how he was right, but there was no way I would claim that he was.

"I don't know what you're talking about. My parents would never sell me to you."

Which they were already capable of doing. There was no denying to that. However, I wanted to maintain my dignity and stood proudly in front of this arrogant Lycan King.

He threw back his head and laughed darkly that the hair on my arms stood right away. Not only was he weird, but he was also...scary.

Imagine marrying someone like him while fearing your life that you might be dead next time. And the chances of the union between a Lycan and a werewolf was slim. 

It was unheard off. What about the pups they will have? Was it more Lycan or more werewolf?

I mentally shook my head at the flow of my thoughts. 

"Every gift I had given them were all received and they affixed their signatures all the time claiming that they had taken great care of their daughter who was promised to marry the Lycan King. Bullshit," he said and his eyes glinted. "You want proof that your parents lied to you?"

Now, it was finally clear to me that he wanted me to hate them. Because of what? For accepting his gold?

I held my breath and the defense that I built around myself was slowly crumbling away. 

And the Lycan King could see that.

He scoffed, pulled away and continued walking, leaving me alone while I tried to forcibly digest what he just said.

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It was one of the grandest rooms that I ever saw.  The room that the Lycan King had brought me felt like it was already in paradise. The king-sized bed was decorated with petals all over it as if someone was having a honeymoon.

The room uses earthy warm colors while the floor to ceiling glass window showed the high rise buildings of the neighboring cities. 

"This will be our room,” he informed me. 

Scanning the surroundings, I asked, "You claim that my parents sold me to you." 

"It is true," he said. "Why? You still don't believe me?"

"How can I be sure?"

I bit the inside of my cheeks. 

He clicked his tongue together. "If you were not my mate and my future wife, I would be completely annoyed at the way you keep on asking questions."

"Ah. I forgot. Men loved their women to be submissive. The kind of woman who will do whatever the man likes, where they can always press whatever they like, without the woman  saying anything in return. Yes, woman."

He scowled. "Funny how that child whom I saw turned out to be feisty."

I was about to give him a  smart comeback, but he held his hand in the air. "Enough. You've been talking too much. I don't like nosy and noisy women. I do hope we are clear about that."

Putting both my hands in front of my chest, I said, "I do hope, too, that you understand that I want to return to my parents and demand an explanation right away, Your Highness."

He scoffed. "Who said you're allowed to go back? Escape and your family will face the consequences." It was a threat coming from him, something which he was capable of doing. 

I narrowed my eyes. "What kind of consequences is that?"

"It's death."