Lycan King's Beloved Mate
"All these planets and stars make me hold my breath, but a glimpse of you always takes it away" ~ ~ ~ All Seraphina wanted was to successfully die at the hands of the world's most feared and powerful Lycan King, Ares Maximilian Dacre. However, she had not planned to be totally smitten by him at first glance and faint in the said person's arms. When she turns out to be his mate, the entire pack seems more than happy to welcome her, she becomes the owner of a strange stone, and the burden to save the world from destruction falls on her shoulders, she might have gained more than what she bargained for. Can Ares' love heal her broken heart and shattered soul and make her believe in love once again? ~ ~ ~ "It's not how I feel about you, but rather how I have never felt for anyone else. " ~ ~ ~ "I, Rowen, Alpha of the Hunter's Pack, reject Seraphina as my mate... " There was a pin drop silence in the hall as he proudly announced his rejection with a wide smile on his face. Pfft, this fool. Loud gasps filled the tensed air, as the most powerful person in this entire banquet came up behind me, wrapped his strong arms around my waist, and nestled his face in my neck. Shivers ran down my spine as I softly caressed his face. His authoritative stance and murderous eyes made everyone gulp in fear and shake in anticipation. "And I, Ares Maximilian Dacre, the Lycan King, claim Seraphina as my mate and promise to cherish and protect her, if anyone if so dares to look at her wrongly." His intense glare then fell on Rowen, who trembled pathetically. Oh how the tables turn!
Contrasting Friends, Prophecy Shields, and Final Revelation
Ever since my little prep talk with Ares, I have been feeling a lot more comfortable.
My stomach wasn't aching anymore, my chest was light, and the curious eyes did not pierce like daggers.
A mate could do wonders.
I could hear the plenty of murmurs in the crowd. A lot of them were positive, but the side of the elders from the werewolf packs only had negative things to say.
But that did not faze me anymore. I did not care about that. Or about what anyone says.
The venomous glares of Azar quickly quietened those who were spewing poison, and a chuckle escaped me as I saw Elio joining her in her glaring session and Damien sighing at both of their antics, but not stopping them.
Even if it does not matter if anything goes wrong, I just want the ritual to go smoothly.
It was a certainty that I wanted for myself.