The Lycan king substitute Mate

Dax paced back and forth in his private quarters, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He couldn't believe what had just happened. His true mate, Blaire, had eloped with his younger brother, leaving him heartbroken and in need of a replacement mate.He had always known that his family was not entirely supportive of his relationship with Blaire. As the Lycan King, he had certain duties and obligations to his pack, and some members of his family felt that Blaire was not the right choice for him. But he loved her with all his heart and was willing to do whatever it took to make their relationship work,since they were mates bound together by the moon goddess.He winced in pain,His heart filled with heavy and, gradually the pain had sunk in.He had been planning to marry Blaire and take his rightful place among the pack. But now, with her sudden departure, he was left in a difficult position. As the Lycan King, he needed to have a mate by his side to lead the pack, but he couldn't jus

Aria woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, feeling a wave of sadness wash over her as she remembered her sister's elopement. But she knew she had to be strong and try to adjust to her new role as the Lycan Queen.She got dressed and made her way to the dining hall, where Dax was already waiting for her. He greeted her with a warm smile and they sat down to have breakfast together. She couldn't help but feel a little awkward around him, knowing that she was only his substitute mate.As they ate, Dax explained to her the responsibilities that came with being the Lycan Queen. Aria listened carefully, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of work that needed to be done. She had always been an ordinary wolf in the pack, never having to worry about the politics and duties that came with being a leader.But as Dax spoke, Aria realized that she had a lot to learn and was determined to do her best. She asked him questions, took

“You have no right to interfere in political matters.” The Counselor spoke in his loud and clear voice. His eyes were filled with hatred.Aria had presented herself at the royal council of the elders. The Counselor and eighteen elders were seated in the huge room. Two columns were set apart by a luxurious alligator skin carpet. Six elders sat on each of the three rows that ascended upward. Their chairs were almost as large as the king’s throne. And the Counselor sat at the middle on the far end of the carpet which is on the highest platform in the room. “Why didn’t anybody mention this to me when King Dax was around?” She cleverly asked. “You are an ordinary lycan that’s still learning the basics of life… what good do you think you can ever be to King Dax or the pack?” One of the elders mocked. “Can’t you see that he married you as a substitute and nothing more. So why do you carry yourself with such a high demeanor?” Another elder scolded. “If I were you… I would have hu

He made a grave mistake by throwing his axe in his enemy's direction. Though the axe cut deep into the rogue's chest, he pulled it out and started to heal almost immediately.​Dax was expecting the rogue to fight him with his axe, but to his greatest surprise, the rogue threw the axe aside and chuckled. “How shallow of you to think that a silver-coated axe will kill me, Dax.” He scolded, sounding disappointed.There was something familiar about the rogue that made Dax curious. “Who are you?” He asked the rogue without losing concentration on the fact that the man was still his grave enemy. “I’m a merchant and my task was to kill you,” his enemy replied. “You speak of your task in the past tense,” he stated the obvious. “I don’t pay evil with evil. Once a friend, always a friend.” The rogue facial expression softened and became hopeful like he was clinging to a memory. “It… it… can’t… be,” Dax stammered, he was unsure of the revelation that had overshadowed his thoug

Marcus stepped into his quarters and saw Dax and Oscar drinking in his bar. “Good thing you're here, Marcus.” Dax patted the open seat beside him so that he could sit by his side. “Who is in trouble this time?” Marcus asked sarcastically. He moved forward to join them in the bar. “The king is the one in trouble,” Oscar jokingly clamoured. He raised the bottle of whiskey in his hand and was about to refill Dax’s glass. “One or two shots?” he smirked. “Two shots, please,” Dax murmured. He and Oscar had been drinking for a while now.Marcus dragged the glass of whiskey from Dax and swallowed the liquor. He didn't want him to take another drop of alcohol. “What kind of trouble has overwhelmed my king that can't be taken care of?” Marcus playfully tapped Dax’s shoulder in an attempt to cheer him up. “I hate seeing you like this.” Marcus is more than an adviser to Dax. He sees him like a younger brother he never had. And because of this, he is willing to do anything possible to make Da