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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!

Celeste_18 · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Delusional Spy, Mystical Globe, and Another Master

~THIRD PERSON'S POV~

'I am better than her.'

The unknown person thought as she stared at the sweet banter of Ares and Seraphina, hiding behind a tree far away from them.

Fury and jealousy reflected from her glaring eyes, projecting onto the two, as she pulled in her lower lip between her teeth and harshly bit it, drawing in blood.

Her hands shook as she tapped her foot on the ground in an impatient manner, and she scratched the skin of her finger bed raw with her nails.

'I am better than her. I am better and prettier and stronger. So why?'

'Why is it her and not me?'

Her sharp nails digged into the skin of her palm as she clawed and scratched the surface raw.

The blood dripped from her palm and tainted the muddy ground as her limbs trembled in barely contained anger and misery.

'Just what she possesses that I don't?'