The Play-Toy Of Three Lycan Kings
Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?
Outside The Garden
Immediately I and Adam stepped out of the garden, we came face to face with his clique, or rather circle of friends, and Noami.
Oh my God! This was not good!
Noami was by the far end of the terrace.
Her eyes widened when she saw I and Adam walking toward them, our fingers entangled with each other. I know that she must be wondering when I and the king's son had gotten so close. I knew that I was in for a gist-drilling soon. Very soon.
I looked around the vicinity, but everywhere was dry and empty. No teachers or students loitering around.
Was school over? Just how long had I and Adam spent inside the cave? I wondered, aware that Adam still hadn't let go of my hands despite the growls that had emanated from Claire, and the surprised looks on the faces of his brothers.
"Where have you two been? In the garden? Since lunch break?" That was Timothy, his voice drowning in incredulity. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing.