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!
Irregular Palpitations, Worst Nightmare, and Muscle Madness
My heart was beating normally now.
Well, as normal as it could in the current situation.
The air had turned colder than before, and I soke up all warmth from Ares.
He was leaning back on the rough surface of the tree with me nestled in his arms. My back laid on his hard chest, all muscles, and his arms hugged me from the sides with his one hand resting on my lap while the other twirled my hair around his fingers.
I traced the lines on his palm, and the protruding veins that made me weak in the knees even while laying down.
Our position felt more intimate than the almost kiss from before.
My heart thundered as I recalled the moment, and it started its irregular palpitations.
"Will you hear me out?" I asked him while pressing his long fingers. Then I flattened my palm on his and gaped in awe at how small my own hand was to his.
"Always, my Queen."
My lips stretched into a grin when I felt his lips touch the back of my head.