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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Painful memory

A 10-year-old Seraphina rocked back and forth on the swing made in the pack's garden for children, alone, with a sullen expression on her face.

Her heart constricted as she watched other children of her age playing and laughing with their mothers.

Mother... Her wide eyes grew teary, and her chest choked with feelings, and she was once again reminded of the fact that her mother was dead.

A tear dripped down, then two. She raised her hand to wipe her face before wincing as her wrist was broken and cheek was swollen due to her father's beating.

Everything was going fine. It was her own fault that she was in this situation! Why did she have to be so stupid? If only. If only she hadn't told them of her damn vision of the pack's ruin, her mother wouldn't have had to protect her and die in the process.

Everything was her fault. Her father's abuse, the pack's mistreatment, the children's bullying, her brother's neglect, it was all her fault.