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!
Intentional Pretense, Pacific Elypsian, and Bright Smiles
"Where are you taking me, old mister?" I asked Ares as we walked through the dark, desolate forest.
The sun had set a while back, and the moon was yet to come out fully from its hide, so I was fully dependent on Ares' nocturnal vision to cross the woods.
Actually, if I tried I could have seen clearly and easily too. But for some reason, I wanted to depend on him.
My hand was intertwined in Ares' hand as he helped me to walk. Occasionally I would act like tripping on some non-existent twig or leave or rock, and Ares would prevent me from falling by wrapping his strong arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. I would shiver from the tingles his hot touch gave me. And when he would help me regain my balance, I would act like falling again after a couple of minutes.
I think he noticed, judging by the twitch of his lips and the sheen of amusement in his light eyes, but he did not say anything.
Maybe he was enjoying my childishness as well.