Lahat ng Kabanata ng MATED TO THE LYCAN KING: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

RileyVery many full moons pass. Many winters pass.Now I’m sixteen and bigger. I have learnt how to cook, how to embroider and stitch clothes, while working for Cassy’s Ma in her seamstress store. I own a few beds of flowers which I planted at the entrance of our house. I also learnt how to hammer in nails while assisting Pa in fixing our leaking roof.Yes, Pa no longer drinks a lot. It has been reduced from every night to three nights every moon. This happened after a night he got so drunk that I had to go pick him up from the ground and take him home. One complaint led to another, and then we got so angry and began yelling at each other. These ended in us hugging each other tightly while both crying, with Pa repeating “I’m so sorry.”So the drinking didn’t stop, but it reduced. He no longer forgets my name. Pa now goes to work on people’s farms to earn a few coins and food crops. He even talks to me.One day, he said I was pretty just like my mom. I had gone to bed that night with

RILEY “What? Why?” Stefani questions for the both of us. We had gotten to the entrance of the Alpha’s base and an angry looking Gamma had told us to hold on. It seems he had been told to man the gate, judging from his stance and the dismissive voice he had used in telling us to wait. “I…I was told to come. The Beta told me to come.” I try staring into his eyes as I say this. Well, since I’ll soon be the Luna of this pack, might as well start brushing up my nerves and guts. “I am aware of that.” The sternness on his voice didn’t reduce as he says this, staring right back into my eyes. He wins the face off. I put my face down as my nerves fail me. “So?” Stefani asks, her hand never letting go of mine. “You still won’t let us through? She’s going to be your Luna soon.” The little rays left by the setting sun makes me see him look at me, right from my head to my toes, back to my head. Then a smirk appears on his face. “Are you aw…” Stefani begins, but pauses once she

RILEYRight here.On these pile of clothes, laid at a spot far from the fire place, is where I lay for many nights.I have been avoiding Jude like a plague. I feel like when I’ll finally come face to face with him, I might melt from either embarrassment or adoration, as, of course, those words he spoke to me the other night did nothing to the new feelings I have grown for him.I had still dreamt about him that night.In the dream, I saw us in our wolf form, running together in the wild. Then the next thing I saw was me heavy with child. I had woken up with a frown, which very quickly transformed into a bright smile.I want that with Jude.I want that with my husband.But that would never happen if I continue sleeping here.So I waited for him to summon me into his room, into his bed, into his arms.Well, waiting is what I’m still doing now, as he hasn’t still sent for me.He has become so scarce, that I have only seen him once since our wedding. And that once, me being me, I had hidde

RILEYDull rays from the sun greet my lids, but I refuse to open them.I refuse to wake up.From the faint chirping of birds and the cool breeze, I figure it is morning. But I am still in Jude’s arms, so I will not wake up. Until now, I have not realized how I crave to be held. And Jude’s large build complimenting my small frame gives all this the protective feature.Oh how I love to be held by him.Stefani would go scarlet if she hears about this. That girl is a romantist, if there is a word like that, and lives for all thing romantic.Jude steers, pulling me closer. I smile and go deeper into hi….“Who?” His husky morning voice enquires.And I go still.Getting no reply, Jude immediately withdraws his hands from around me, sits up and yanks the covers away from us both. I turn to him in shock. Then watch as his hard and alert eyes immediately go soft.“Oh. It’s you.” Realization us evident in his voice.“Hi.” I say shyly, remembering last night.“That was you last night?”The pride

RILEYTonight, I look tough without, but within, I flinch at the unrecognizable sound of my own voice.I hear a gasp from the crowd.Okay, the plan is respect, not fear. I remind myself.“Distractions throw me off. It’s something I avoid. I hope you understand and try not to interrupt me again.” My voice is softer this time.“I understand.” Jill replies with her eyes on the ground.“Good.” One conquered.I look towards her pair, Margaret, to read her reaction. But she immediately avoids my eyes.Definitely conquered.Oh the joy I feel.“The apology wouldn’t involve you all, it will be myself and few of you, maybe two or three. This number of people walking into your house would raise an alarm, even before their intentions of coming is made known.”No more objections. No more interruptions. “After this is achieved, we move to the next plan; making a Delivery committee for the pack.”I hear light murmurs as they turn to one another whispering their opinions, but they make sure I hear