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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!

Celeste_18 · Fantasia
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90 Chs

Provocations, Retaliations, and Unwavering Determination

One day as he was going to mountainous side as usual to fetch herbs for the salve for his parent's wounds, he was interrupted by the Alpha's son, Juarve. 

"You b-st-rd! You took away my shine! That prophecy was meant to be mine! How dare you?! You worthless piece of scum!"

"I apologize." Ares murmured with a blank face, continuing to pluck various herbs.

This only fueled Juarve more and he kicked Ares' basket away causing all of the herbs to fly away and some rolled down and directly fell into the nearby lake. 

"Why are you doing this anyway? Don't you know they are going to be beaten regardless? Why do you bother? They get whipped until their backs are skinned raw on a daily basis." He snickered as he laughed with a evil glint in his eye.

Ares tightened his fist as a murderous intent overcame him. His jaw clenched and before he knew it, he was enveloped in a foreign energy.