The Lycan King's Possession

“Did your father not tell you?” Declan’s expression changed a bit, when his brows moved in accordance with his a little perplexed eyes. “You’re going to bear my child, Eve.” “I beg your pardon.” I tilted my head. “I’m sorry. I must have been hallucinating—” “You’re going to bear my child, Eve.” “What?” Confusion filled my eyes as I stared back at the King. What bear his child is he talking about? He chose me to be his concubine, and that was it. The only agreement was that I’d live with him, be his woman and serve him. No additionals, nor less. Though he might ask me to sleep with him, and as his mistress, I will be compelled to do so, that was the extent of it. ‘Goddamn, Eve.’ Lexi cursed. “You look uninformed,” he commented, scrutinizing me. “But it is in the contract. Did you not read it?” I refused to! I was forced to make that decision, so it hurted me everytime I think about it. The past days, after both parties announced the treaty, I wanted to release even a bit of unea

She had brunette hair. Tan skin. Small nose. Almond eyes, and heart shaped lips. I didn’t have to stare long to recognize her beauty. She was ethereal. Her face feautures looked soft and mesmerizing that painters probably loved re-creating her beauty on canvas. I could see from the way she stood and present herself that she was a noble. One that was used on extravagant things. She was probably a woman with grace, and sophistication. So, this is Declan’s wife. ‘Still, I don’t like her tone, Even,’ said Lexi. I properly placed my hands below my abdomen, and lightly lowered my head to show respect. Though I was also a noble myself, as an Alpha’s daughter, I was standing in their territory. “Greetings, Your Highness.” “Have you and Declan already talk about your set up?” She asked straight away. I stood straight and nodded. “We agreed on doing it twice a week, Your Highness.” “Twice a week?” Her eyes became dark. “Isn’t that a lot? He also needs to share a bed with me.” If I could

My heart contorted. I didn’t know if he was playing games with me, or he was flirting even though he didn’t look like it, but I was taken aback. I felt… conscious. I backed down immediately. Fell silent, and dealt with the lump on my throat.I didn’t know what to respond. I mean, what did he mean when he said I was what he wanted? Why? How? I didn’t even know his face until last week. I didn’t meet him until then. Certainly, he was the same, so how?I wasn’t able to answer him.“About our schedule, let’s make it Saturday and Sunday,” he said when I failed to respond for the next seconds.It was probably what he wanted to talk about. Our schedule set-up.“Monday and Saturday, Declan.” I suggested, remembering what Devra said. “Let’s do it on Mondays and Saturdays.”I disliked the Queen’s behavior a while ago. I was sure she knew this wasn’t my decision, but my father and Declan. I understood where she was coming from, but it was unfair on my part. Regardless, she had the right to feel

Lilienne delivered me my meal. She also gave me medicine for my body pain, despite not verbally asking it. The meal was not enough for the kind of work I did today, but it was better than nothing. I thought of it as the brighter side, and stuff myself. Lilienne watched me eat. She attempted to talk to me, perhaps to lift up the mood, and entertain me but I did not allow it. I would always just respond in a word or two. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I clearly expressed that. I was gathering myself, thinking how it would be tomorrow. How I would save myself, at least for the days the King wasn’t here. I cannot sit still after what I heard. And I certainly cannot die here. “Is there anything you want, Miss Eve?” Lilienne asked as she keep the utensils and plate that I used. “Do you want to take a bath? I’ll make sure the water is warm for you to be relaxed.” Taking a bath with a lukewarm water would surely help. But I was still exhausted. I didn’t think I could still walk towards the b

My heart raced. I looked at the King’s eyes, trying to search for even a single, and small validation that he was only testing me to spill everything. I swallowed hard. I was afraid to the core that I could no longer hid it. My legs weakened. My arms started shaking. My heart was beating so loud I’d feel like it’d break my ribcage. “I’ll die either way…” My voice almost broke. “Your Queen has gone mad, Declan. I heard from the servants that there was someone else before me. She died, and it was why you looked for a replacement. It was why you asked for me in ex-change for the treaty.” His jaw tauted. “Is she doing the same thing to you?” “Yes…” I deeply inhaled, before I looked down. “I’d probably die sooner than I expected.” “You won’t.” Declan released me. His face turned dark. “Once was enough.” Declan turned his back on me, once again. My heart jumped from extreme fear. I wanted to know what he meant by that. Once was enough? Did that mean he was going to do something? I ment