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!
Wolf Form, Mix Ability, and Vampire King
~ THIRD PERSON'S POV ~
"Rest, my little wolf." Ares gingerly caressed the soft silver fur of Seraphina's small wolf.
His eyes were softened at the edges as he looked at her with undecipherable emotions, as his heart constricted with undescribable feelings.
Feeling extremely proud, he continued to caress her fur as she slept soundly.
In the soft glow of the blue moonlight sneaking from the gaps and the entrance of the cave, her wolf form lay curled in a peaceful slumber. Her sleek silver fur, exactly like her long hair, shimmered like liquid mercury, casting an ethereal radiance in the darkness that surrounded them. Her form was petite and delicate, smaller than the average wolf, but no less captivating.
He knew without a doubt that a pair of eyes with the endless depth of the ocean would be looking at him when she will open her eyes.
"You have done so well, my Queen."