The Lycan King’s Bride

"Mom! Dad!... No no no. This can’t be happening to me. This can’t be happening to me!” Amelia cried out. “What happened?”No one answered her. They only stared at her. She had no choice but to follow them onto the bus and ask the nurses there.“What happened to them?” Amelia asked them desperately, seeking an answer.“We received a report that a group of rogues came by and attacked them. There are no signs of transformation. That only means they didn’t get the chance to transform. The story is still unclear. So, I’ll advise you to listen only to what the investigator says. Theirs will be more accurate.” One of the nurses told her.While they were in the bus, Amelia watched her parents struggle to breathe properly. Though the nurses tried to help out, none of what they did helped. Instead, her parents slowly died before her eyes.She watched their lives slowly slip away from them. Speechless and frozen at the spot, her thoughts were blank, and she felt strangely numb. The feeling of gr

Alex, the Lycan king, sat on his throne, looking at the scrying orb. He needed to find out the whereabouts of a certain man he had been chasing for years. This man had somehow harvested the power to control mindless rogues.This was an urgent issue he needed to resolve as soon as possible. If this man was given the slightest opportunity, he might destroy the peace Alex had worked hard for. He was a very thorough king. If he wanted something gone, he dealt with it from the source. This time, the cause of the trouble was a man hiding somewhere from him, plotting his next attack.He did not have much information on him, so it frustrated him to no end. He was busy trying to track him down when his trusted advisor, Parton, came into the throne room to inform him about something very important.“You didn’t knock, Parton,” Alex remarked, filled with anger. He stood in his full height and faced his advisor. "Now, give me a reason why I shouldn’t send you to the moon goddess right now." He w

Amelia closed the door behind her with one hand. It was also one of her special talents as a waitress. Many times, customers would order in the very important person room and she would be required to take them to the customers. Ok getting there, she needed to use one hand to open the door."Maxwell, I am back with your hangover soup" she said in a soft soothing voice. "I hope you like it" Silence struck the room without delay."Maxwell?" She called out but still, there was no response."Maxwell??!!" Her once gentle voice was gradually developing into a scream. "Maxwell, where are you?"Her anxiety began to increase when she dropped the food tray with it's soup inside, to search for Maxwell.Had he been so drunk he fell inside the bathroom and died?Her heart panicked. Her eyes widened in shock, what would the pack say?Was this the way Maxwell's family had said they would take him out of the mess of a mateship they were in?Amelia's head felt like it was about to spin when she saw

The club seemed crowded enough. It had every kind of person Amelia could have thought she would see.The loud and funky ones were in the middle, directly under the shiny globe that rotated nicely. The ones that looked calm and chill sat proudly at the back. They were in the VIP section, seated with their ladies on their laps. They had expensive bottles in front of them, sipping slowly from their cups. They looked rugged. Too rugged for her. One of them even looked like he was related to Maxwell, all buffed and angry. Surely, he was a bully and she didn't want that. They were others that she noticed as she walked to the bar and took a seat. The bartender poured her a drink and she pulled the glass towards herself."This is on the house" he said with a smile. He looked mischievous, which should have sent a sign to Amelia but she ignored it."Hmmmm, it tastes good," she said after a sip. She lied. Amelia had only ever tasted alcohol once and it was when she first started walking as

Amelia's heart stood still. Was it a prank he had just pulled on her or was he really gone? She got up to check.Amelia walked out of the room, her phone in her hand and the keys of the room in her pocket. She thought it was his house and that maybe he went to prepare her a meal but that wasn't it.It was infact a guest house. It looked like someone's house because that was the way the designer had meant for it to be."Good morning ma'am, how can I help you?"Amelia stood there speechless. She drew in her breath three times before she was finally able to talk."I'm looking for a man. He's this tall. He's slim and light skinned. He had a weird but funny smile. He came from the room I was in. Have you seen him? Did he leave his contact?"The receptionist looked at Amelia blankly. She later said she had no idea what Amelia was talking about and had not seen a man in that room.Amelia's jaw dropped. She stood there, frozen and wide eyed."You're the only customer we've had here in three