The Alpha's Mistress.
|| UNDER EDITING PROCESS || " You...you didn't mark me...how can you claim me like that...." Everrett stuttered, sweat forming on her forehead. " Tsk...My naive Mistress...I don't use my canines to mark someone... It's my eyes who set the claim.." Fredrick replied with a crooked smile, the scar on his face turning visible under the light of the chapel. ___________ Born as a princess, Everrett Quintrell had never received the status of a princess. Because of her controversial birth, she was always left behind by her five sisters, mistreated by all until she became the biggest pawn of her king father. The kingdom of her father had faced a great challenge when the last lycan heir, Fredrick Silvester, rumoured to be the dark prince came back for his throne. Ruthless, bloody and merciless, Fredrick had no intention except revenge for all the Lycans that lost their lives. Will their entangled fate let them love each other or destruction was evident?
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" My King!!!"
I bowed at him nervously. I wasn't supposed to be here tonight. Vincenzo stopped drinking his liquor, his eyes lit up as soon as they found me. He gestured using his hand, staring at my face intensely,
" Come closer..Teresa..."
Vincenzo felt different today. He was drunk and most likely muddle-headed, his hairs and clothes all messed up. I tiptoed there to stand in front of him. He started speaking groggily,
" Do..you know...why..I called you today..."
I shook my head weakly. Not understanding, he continued to say in a raspy voice after an exhale,
" Today is my mother's death anniversary! Opps sorry! Her murder anniversary! I am not feeling good. So, I called you. Only you can make me feel better."