Lycan King’s Nemesis

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An eerie silence existed between us as the door clicked close after his mother. I froze, only realizing then that I should have left with her instead of leaving myself at the mercy of the dangerous man before me.

I expected him to attack me abruptly and beat the hell out of me as is typical of most mates when they don’t desire you. What I didn’t expect was for him to calmly stroll to the couch and collapse on it, exhaling in defeat as he hunched forward and wracked his long fingers through his brown shoulder-length hair.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling guilty. Is it that bad? Perhaps, I shouldn’t have told the mother all that I did. I was left with no choice when she asked if what I said to the guard was true. As though she charmed me-more like an entrancing spell that made me divulge everything to her-including the ones she didn’t ask me.

“Are you happy now?” He asked in a brisk breezy tone that caused the air to stifle around me. Possibly, he could hear the sound of my heartbeat from there.

I stepped backwards until my back was flat on the wall beside the door and then softly flicked my eyes to him. “I’m sorry…”All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“Sorry?” He stood, I panicked. “Of course, you should be sorry because today you have signed a pact of suffering and believe me, by the time I am done with you, you will regret the very day you stayed in my territory after I rejected you and told you clearly that I wasn’t ever going to make you my Lycan queen.”

“I am your mate!” The words flew out of my mouth before I could hold them back. Where the boldness came from, I couldn’t tell.

“I don’t need a mate, little werewolf.”

“I am not a little werewolf.”

He took one step, then another and soon I was flattened on the wall and he was standing one foot from me, as giant as he stood, making me look like a baby to him. He was intently taking me in, his unique blue orbs just like his mother digging deep into my soul as if he could discern my very breath. He was trying to intimidate me, like back in the hospital. I knew it.

Still, I couldn’t move or do anything to inform him I couldn’t be easily ruffled. Not with his aura engulfing me, his scent too prominent that my whole body like a magnet wanted something, something possessive. Like a spiritual force, I was drawn to him in ways beyond this world that instead of hating him, I yearned for him. Every fibre of me longed for him.

“I,” he lifted his finger and paused halfway to my face as my chest rose and fell down in a thunderous thud. “… will make you pay dearly, little wolf.”

I should say something! Open your eyes, dummy! I snapped my eyes open and that was when I saw it. He was there. In front of me. When did he cover the remaining space? I think I’m gonna die.

I opened my mouth to say something at the same time his fingers grazed my temple and traced it to my chin which he grasped with the tips of his fingers and willed to his face, his head craning low until we were breathing the same air.

Putty. That was what I was right then. I shook and trembled, begging the goddess to feel him in the most minimalist way possible. Was this what it felt like to be with your fated mate?

“Say something, little-”

“I-I am not little!” My voice shook. Of course, I was little standing close to him. In fact ever since I stepped foot here, literally all the men I met have made me question my five feet-seven height. I looked like a dwarf compared to them. Even his mother.

He was rubbing. Unintentionally. I knew it because his eyes color was now growing dark. Like midnight. He didn’t know what he was doing. Like me, he was spellbound by the mystical power of the bond.

“Brother_” The doors swung open and someone came in, causing the man before me to growl lethally and flinched away from me, his eyes color shifting back to normal as he pointed to me with the ugliest scowl possible.

“She’s a witch!”

A lady with identical eye colour, looking like a younger version of the woman from before, came in and quietly closed the door, her sceptical eyes trailing from him to me, possibly confused about the situation. “What are you saying, brother?” She leaned on the door and asked, her eyes still on me.

He was heaving, pacing the length of the room like a caged animal. “She is a witch! There is nothing else that could have made me do what I just did. You are a witch!” He faced me, standing opposite the table.

“I am not a witch!” I lunged back, my shoulder going forwards. Now he wasn’t close, I could think straight and won’t let him lie against me. “You are just being a coward.”

“I am not a coward,” He growled, flashing me his fangs. “No one who cares to stay alive calls me that. I won’t hesitate killing you despite you being my_”

“Mate?” I crossed my hands on my chest and shared an amusing look with him. “Say it. Mate. You won’t die, trust me.”

“I will never accept you.”

“But you will marry me.”

“And you will die in this halls lonely as though you were a rogue in the wild.”

I was seething with rage, wanting nothing but to delve at him and drag my fingers through his ruggedly handsome face. But instead, I smiled to taunt him, inclining my face to the side as I asked, “Does that mean you don’t intend to father any heir?”

The loud growl from his chest reverberated through the room. “So, that’s your plan. You are just like the rest of them; selfish, airheaded whores!”

It pained me. It did because I was a virgin who hadn’t even gotten her first kiss. Yet, this man called me a whore. I craved nothing more than to refute his accusation, however, in anger I said, “Yes, I am a whore, and guess what, this whore is here to stay. Deal with it!”

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