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At first Eden was just in front of me but I paused to listen to a small pack talking about the Lycan king Arnou and Eden ended up ahead of me. "He's the youngest lycan king we've ever had and apparently he has no mate yet." A teenage girl said. She stood with her pack of friends close to the refreshment table. "I heard he came to look for his mate this time. Thats why I wore this forest green dress. It makes my tits look good and I heard he loves green" Her friend replied giggling. "Yeah I don't think it works like that, my pa told me lycans don't get fated mates, they are special in the

He jumps out and opens the door, she and Lucian slide into the back seat. They arrive to a huge castle it is a seamless blend of natural stone and imposing architecture. Lucian grabs her hand and leads her inside. She stares at the grand hall she pulls slightly away from Lucian he turns to look at her “what’s the matter?” She looks down “am I staying in the basement?” He stares at her questionably, then comes to the realization that’s where she was kept, he cups her chin her face small in the palm of his hand and makes her look at him “you will never be near another basement ever again. Follow me” she nods and follows he opens a large grand door inside a beautiful room a huge canopy bed with

The search was over, and love had triumphed. I squiz the paper more, feeling the pain of having to fake all these sweet moments. I don't even know why this is necessary. But I heard that the Lycans believe much in the mate bond and that their king should have a mate. As I arrived at the venue, I saw another girl dressed decently, like a princess. When I asked Emily, she said that they had to make it real. To appear that one of us isfor each of the princes, while I am actually for both of them.

That night in the woods, with Philemon attacking me in his Lycan form, was my first day of ever seeing a Lycan. Or should I not tell her, and just have her go with me, and watch the surrounding. “I hope you understand. I just don’t want you in that situation again.” Martha sounds too convincing. “That won’t be happening.” That voice. His voice. I almost burst into tears on hearing his voice. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to hear his voice, needed to hear him, till this moment. “Good evening my king.” I hear Martha say. But I don’t hear his response as he is busy staring a hole into me.

I felt a strange feeling of need and despair, as if I needed something to calm my nerves. Tristan poured another drink, his fingers brushing mine as he offered. "So, Veronica, who is this guy that's giving you so much trouble?" I took a sip and let the alcohol burn my throat before answering. "These are the Lycan Kings, Lucas and Simon." Tristan's eyebrows furrowed. "Ah, twins. They have a good reputation. And you alone." I nodded, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through me. "Yes. I don't think I want to bring it."

He takes a sip of his drink and nods, "Exactly what it means, sweetheart. You are getting married to King Ronan Obsborn." "I'm not marrying some lycan king. Dad, I didn't even know that lycans existed until last week!" I shout. I found out last week that we shared this kingdom with a group of shifters called lycans. Like, literally, humans who shift into beasts, lycans. The humans and lycans want the war to end, and to do so, they must form a political alliance through marriage. That's where I come in. My father is the human leader, and Ronan is the lycan king.

For us Lycans, finding a fated mate is rare so we opt to choose a suitable marriage partner who then becomes our mate. But I knew deep down that I would meet my mate. From the moment I took the throne, I knew that it's not any other woman who will rule besides me,it will have to be my mate and not just any mate, but my fated mate. " I figured that out already, that's why I am prepared. Just like you are adamant to make me your queen, I am willing to do anything to become your queen. It doesn't matter if I have to tie you down or corrupt your mind." Avery said, a sick smile playing at the corner of her lips.

I tried in a soft tone, “I need to talk to you.” He didn’t look up. His fingers kept flipping through papers as if I didn’t exist. My eyes burned, but not from sadness. It was pure fury. “Ava ran off with Lyra,” I said, lowering my voice as if sharing an embarrassing secret. “They say they met King Lycan along the way. That he helped them.” That made him lift his head. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and stormy. “Who the hell said that?” “Just rumors, love,” I replied sweetly. “You know how people make things up. Besides, do you really think a king would take notice of someone so insignificant?”

Ariana wasn’t the only one who wished to claim him, but most likely the stupidest one to think she could do so. “Of course, mother. I am his mate! He can’t just send his mate away. That’s not how the mate works. Yesterday, we spent a beautiful night together, and he told me to call him by his name. Sure, he must have felt the bond between us. Why else would he stay with me the whole night?” Ariana couldn’t properly understand the reality of her situation and the nature of the Lycan king. What happened to her happened to many other girls in the capital, and Daria had to break this down to her daughter to make her understand.

“That cold, bitter woman who despises me—and everything I stand for—will care for them the way I would? You’re a fool if you believe that.” Henri bristled at her audacity, but Axel held up a hand again, silencing him before he could speak. “You forget yourself, Ava,” Axel said, his voice quiet but tinged with warning. “You forget who you’re speaking to.” Ava leaned over the table, her eyes locking with his, blazing with defiance and raw anger. “No, Axel. You forget who you’re speaking to. I am Princess Ava Killian of the House of the Lycans, the mother of the Lycans, the first of their existence in 200 years!" she yelled.