Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Ruthless Lycan King: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Harper’s POVLike a cornered lamb, I shrink back into the shadow of the demonic man that stands before me. He cages me in with his muscular frame, his dragon-like breath etches fire across my skin as he brands me with his mark.“Mate,” whispers the demon.________________________________One day ago:“I, Samuel, reject you!”Samuel is stunning. My eyes gloss over with admiration, seeing stars twinkling round his pretty face.“Harper? I’m sorry, but I reject you,” I stare at him blankly, like a wide-eyed owl, blinking away glorious illusions of us skipping merrily down lovers lane. And I’m left with the reality that I have just been rejected.‘Wow. Who knew someone could still look so gorgeous whilst breaking your heart!’ Says Sara, my wolf, as she mentally gushes alongside me.I force a laugh to sputter out my mouth. “Ah… that’s perfectly understandable!” I swear I can feel my face redden like a fat tomato. “That's totally okay! I, Harper, accept your rejection.” Course not really… U

Dean’s POV"You were born with a curse, you were born without the ability to understand human feelings. You are not my child, you are an emotionless devil!" The woman pushes the little child to the ground and storms off."Mummy, mummy..." the child whimpers, desperately trying to catch up with his departing mother at his still unsteady pace, but how can a child catch up with an adult? The child runs faster and faster before eventually tripping over toddler legs and tumbling to the ground. But his mother never turns back, she doesn't even pause for a moment."Ugh…!" my eyes blink open in slight discomfort, as I’m left to stare at the ceiling.Another nightmare.I stroke my black hair habitually and wipe away the sweat droplets from my forehead nonchalantly.With a little straightening of my clothes, I head for the main hall, where all the guards bow their heads in respect, while my black robe sweeps over them in a tumble, following me to the throne.Beside the throne, Tyler, my Beta, a

Harper’s POVI’ve never seen someone so undeniably handsome. Sure, there are pretty people in the world. But this man is utterly gorgeous!His dark raven hair flows down to his shoulders. Every muscle in his back is prominent through his shirt as he defensively stands in the way. Toned legs, strong arms… and when he turns to look at me, sharp bone structure matches his piercing gray eyes.Am I drooling? I hurry to wipe away my presumed saliva from my lips in utter embarrassment, but the man has little time to focus on me. Although the rogues were startled at first by my savior’s surprise entrance, they’ve now adjusted themselves, and continue to press forward towards us.“How come it’s you again?” the man finally turns to me and sneers, acknowledging my presence.I look at him in confusion, I’ve never met this stranger, I would have remembered meeting someone so handsome. But he does not question my puzzled look, instead he turns back to the rogues that taunt him and me.I do wonder

Dean’s POVHarper is nothing like her family. And although I maintain a blank expression, my wolf and I both mentally frown at the contrast. Harper’s bubbly nature and broad beaming smile are nothing like the drab, ugly frowns that her stepmother and half-sister have on.Her father lacks all her softness as he storms up the path towards us, seething in fury. “You good for nothing idiot! I told you to do whatever it took to stay within those castle walls!”I see Harper succumb to her father’s rage, as if she has dealt with it many times before. “Just this once child, just this once could you have listened to me? I asked you one simple thing! To stay in that goddamn castle.”“But… but I do listen to you father-”“Shush girl, do not speak when your father is speaking,” her mother interjects, allowing her father to continue his malicious brigade.“You never do as I say! And now you will deal with the consequences by being expelled from my pack!”I watch the fear line her eyes with fresh t

Harper’s POVWith the little boy’s words, the people around me awaken from their trance, coming to their senses with words of praise, complimenting me on how pretty I look. I’m puzzled about how to feel about all of this, the attention is overwhelming, my fingers play with the material of my dress in hopes of quelling my anxiety.All my life I have been made fun of for my bland appearance, and suddenly, I’m being celebrated… Butterflies flutter around inside me, and I shyly smile in response to their kind words. I’m sure that my face is probably red as well, but I can’t help it. This is all new to me.Trying to avoid the hundreds of eyes upon me, I go to reach for the one thing that encompasses a sense of normality, my glasses. I pick them up, about to put them on in hopes that once I can see my surroundings again, things will return to normal.Just then, my hand is halted in its pursuit of calming my unease, a strong masculine hand rests upon it, slowly untwisting the glasses out of