The Lycan King and his Substitute Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

LIA BLAKEI was exhausted, weak and my entire body begged for a rest. Unfortunately it wasn't getting it. There was still a lot more to do. I looked at the heaped plates before me. I wondered if they fed the whole pack. How did they always have this huge amount of plates to wash each day? It wasn't my turn to wash the dishes. Meanie and her friends had made me do it. I was doing their work alongside mine. The only time they did their work was only when the elder servants supervised us. It had been four days since I became a servant in Harrow Wood pack. Five days since I left Blood Moon pack."Consider yourself lucky you haven't been sent to the slave quarters. Be grateful the king has allowed you to be a servant. If you challenge us, we will make you go there…" Meanie had said to me when I came back from the Lycan king's quarters."Now tell me, what did you discuss with the king? You are coming back from his quarters…" I looked at them and greatly wished the burden from meeting t

WRITER'S POV WEDDING DAY“Get the earrings! Get the… don't let it ruin her dress. Be careful with the makeup. Don't apply a lot of powder… use a fuller brush… be easy while you do that…”Ma'am Lucy’s orders echoed in the room. Derrick had specifically appointed her to cater for Lia for the wedding. She wanted it to be perfect. Servants trotted in and out carrying whatever she had requested. Lia sat on a chair before a mirror. The makeup woman worked on her face. Another one stood behind her offering the makeup lady the tools she needed. Yet another was lowered beside Lia prepping her dress. Sounds of footsteps went in and out of the room. Lia couldn't place any of it. The nervousness sliced through her stomach. She desperately craved to eat her nails. Just couldn't. It had been painted so beautifully she couldn't dare ruin such beauty and hard work. Asides that, ma'am Lucy would turn pale. Her stomach grumbled. Ma'am Lucy heard and hurried around. Worried eyes stared down at Lia

WRITER'S POVAlpha Blake was restless. Ever since the moment the lycan king stepped out with Lia, he had had no moment of peace within him. Several thoughts ran through his mind as his eyes darted all over the hall. Unable to sit back in silence, he snuck out of the wedding hall. What was he going to tell the lycan king if he discovered Lia was his daughter. “Oh Lia…” he groaned. Thankfully a lot of the lycan king's guards were gathered at the wedding venue. He manoeuvred his way through the pathway that he hoped would lead him to Lia. At a thought, he halted abruptly. The thought of Lia losing her memory occurred to him. A frown creased his face. He clearly recalled when she was being led out how she looked at him. As if she wanted to tell him something. He continued to walk. He had to see her. Even if she had lost her memory, he must find out. “NO PASSAGE TO OUTSIDERS”A sign read as he was about to get past a building. He looked ahead. Saw some female servants with trays an

“My Alpha, Beta Tom has arrived,” one of the servants in Alpha Blake's house announced. “Alright send him into the reception room.”Alpha Blake starred a bit longer at the old picture. Sighing, he carefully laid it back in the old wooden box and pushed it back under his bed. Then he made it to the reception room.When Beta Tom saw him walk in, he stood up. “My Alpha, is everything alright? When I got your urgent message I was deeply worried and had to come at once.”Alpha Blake nodded with a small smile. Having Tom Carlos as his Beta lessened his worries. Asides the fact that he was deeply respectful, he was always there whenever he was called upon. sometimes Alpha Blake thought he was being too respectful especially as they were friends. “Yes. Thank you for coming.” He motioned him to sit. Alpha Blake let out a heave as he settled into the sofa. Beta Tom squinted at him. “You look troubled my Alpha. What is it bothering you?”Alpha Blake sighed again. “It's nothing. Tell me,

WRITER'S POV Derrick stood to his feet and walked to the window for the umpteenth time that morning. He stared out briefly down at the building next to his office and it was still as quiet and uneventful as the first time he had checked. Beta Damian strutted inside. “Are you worried? Why don't you go down and see for yourself if you are so worried,” he spoke, startling Derrick who immediately slung his hand into his pocket and shifted from the window. “Worried? Why would I be?” Derrick scoffed, resuming his poison on his seat. He steepled his fingers on the desk and tapped. It wasn't that he was worried. It was just that going over his words again made him realize how harsh he must have sounded. He had tried to convince himself that it wasn't really that bad. And fact remained, he had said worse words than those to others and didn't bulge about it. Why was he suddenly worried about his words hurting a woman who was nothing more than his bait. Damian chuckled. Of course he wa