"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!
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What hurt the most that time was the fact that my so-called parents and older brother just watched from the sidelines with a disgusted look in their eyes as they took part in the pack ridiculing me.
Aurelia was always proud of her strength and ability and always took part in the duel's challenge hosted on every full moon.
Though she never won, she took great pride in the fact that she always ended up in the top 5.
I wonder what expression will she make when I shatter her little pride?
Now that I think about it, I kind of regretting not inviting them on the ritual day.
Were they shocked? Were they shaking in fear? Were they terrified out of their mind? I wonder what kind of face they made when the real prophecy reached their ears.
Ugh. I missed out. Seeing their horrified faces would have been so worth it.