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!
Serene Voice, Failed Ritual, and Different Kinks
I could not believe this.
This is what was the prophecy was?
Not about Aurelia, but entirely me.
And such... oh God.
My knees were shaking as I gawked at the lingering text in the air, and I felt Ares support me by wrapping his arm around my waist.
Tears welled over my eyes.
So what was all that I suffered for? Why was I abused? Why was I mistreated? Why did I go through all that torture? For naught? Because the f-cking elders could not do their f-cking jobs and decipher a prophecy?
I ran my hand through my hair, frustratedly tugging on the strands as I collapsed in Ares' welcoming arms.
I was panting I think. My chest felt tight. My hands, knees, body everything was shaking and trembling. My bottom lip quivered and I tightly shut my eyes close.
My hand raised to tightly clutch my chest as the pounding of my heart rang in my ears.
Am I having a panic attack?