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Blake raced outside, her heart pounding. She couldn’t betray Sean. She loved him, and he loved her. She had always known this day might come, but now that it had, she couldn’t comprehend it. It was shocking—unbelievable. She was mated to one of her sister’s mate’s brothers. A Lycan. It wasn’t just a coincidence; it was a twist of fate no one could have predicted. All three of them—three sisters, each mated to one of the Lycan royal bloodline. That might have been something to be proud of, something others would envy, but not Blake. She wasn’t like that.

“Your brother sent us. Your brother who has found his very human mate, and never went to go learn magic from the coven who cursed my mate.” I could only imagine I looked just as shocked as the she-bears sitting with us. The silence prickled along the air around us as we all digested our own revelations. “You’re a lycan?” Anaka wheezed into the silence. “He’s not just a lycan,” Brandi grumbled. “He’s Lycan King Isaac Ambrose.” Anaka was not as phased as I thought she would be, instead wheeling around to face me. “You can’t be his mate, then. Lycans don’t have mates.”

"Hmmm... the queen of Blackwood... whose dreams are... grandiose. W-what's the truth... behind the... fall of lesser alphas in Red Fang... terri... territory." My spine went cold. "What?" I snapped. "Stop playing around." "I'm not. I'm reading the best I can," Kyle argued. "What kind of paper would write shit like that?" I said, yanking the newspaper from his hands. And there it was. 'The lycan king—was he really the only heir? The unstable relationship between the Duke of Blackfoot and the monarchy.' What? 'The lycan king through the eyes of his many women.' What women?

I replied, plopping down on the bed. "If you think so, then you're really dumb, way dumber than I thought," she replied and I frowned, hating being called dumb. "The last thing the Lycan Kings will do is kill you. After all you're their mate and the only thing I could say they care most about besides their psycho sister," she added. I remained silent, not believing her. Brandon was my mate yet he tried to kill me without blinking an eye so why wouldn't the ruthless Lycan Kings famous for being temperamental and unforgiving towards those who offend them not do the same?

Lysaria remained still. “You choose your mates,” she answered calmly. “But do not forget, Aedan, your pack, your blood, your future… it is not only about feeling.” I did not shrink back. I did not lower my head. I knew: the fight began here. Not with claws. Not with fire. But with gazes, memories, expectations. Lady Elyan stepped forward. Her eyes raked over me as if I were a flawed jewel. “An ex-omega. A woman condemned by her own pack. Who, as a child, answered with blood. Is she truly fit to be a king’s queen?”

A wave of nausea hit me. I still had no idea what he was talking about, but god... never had the words of my bullies hurt as much as his did. Lycan King or not, I wasn't going to accept those words from a stranger. But then, they replayed in my head I stumbled back in shock. Mate? My wide eyes found his. "Y-y-you're... crazy." "You would respect me!" "Respect a mad king?" My fingers roughly found my collar, showing him my mating marks. "Can't you see? I'm mated. To two wolves for that matter."

"I have never shown Camila any form of disrespect, what do you talk about, mother?''He feigned ignorance of her cause. "Son," She drew the chair closer, her prominent almond scent engulfing him. It reminds him of when his mother saw him as her child and not just an instrument to acquire more power. "You know what I mean. Marriage. The blood moon is here and soon, soon, you will need your mate beside you to help you amass more power.`` "I don't want more power, mother." She hissed and reclined back. "Stop talking nonsense, Maximillan. Every King yearns for power. Only a greater power makes you different from every other creature that lurks around us. You are a Lycan for goodness sake!"

He commanded as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. “Kneel on the broken pieces." He commanded, eyes blazing with fire and anger as he walked to his bed and sat down, his eyes watching my every move. My only crime was being human. Being human and daring to mate with the Lycan king in my continent. Not only have I been pushed into a world that I never knew existed up until last night, but I have also become his slave. A slave that he hated with every fiber of his existence.

"You are already so late! It doesn't pay to be tardy today of all days. The Lycan king might not tolerate such!" There was no response, so after waiting for a few minutes, Olivia began her ascent upstairs. This was a marriage to the Lycan King and Alpha of the Silver Crest pack, Titan Black. Lateness was inevitably going to look like a bad impression, no matter what anyone else thought. A stain on their reputation. Olivia raced upstairs as fast as she could in her usual frock and apron she wore for all her cooking and cleaning chores. Her padded feet echoed on the hard floors and she hoped Charlotte could hear her coming.

"What's that scent?" a low growl nearby us was heard. Zen and I were hiding our tiny figures in the garden, but I think we're doomed now. "What do you mean, Thomas?" his beta asked and Thomas shushed him up. The moment I tried to stand up, the Lycan King had already pinned me on the ground. "Mate," he hissed and looked at me in the eyes. I was shocked to hear him say that, but I was more shocked by the fact that my mate is royalty.