Chapter 1

“Would you like to do it, your Highness, or should I?” She looked at the Lycan King indifferently, whose lilac eyes of affection were suddenly intruded by confusion.

 

 

 

“Wh-what do you mean?” He asked as he tried to concentrate on the beautiful voice of the woman in front of him, his mate. He was here for a meet-and-greet session that he dreaded. The worst thing was that this session among Alphas, Lunas and their Gammas from every pack in existence was to last for the entire night! ‘Why couldn’t they just skip this night and officially start the one-month collaboration tomorrow?’, the King thought to himself every year.

 

 

 

She raised her eyebrows as she studied his expression, “Huh. You do look genuinely confused.”

 

 

 

His eyebrows furrowed, confused and irritated now, “Again, what do you mean? And what is your name?”

 

 

 

The Alphas, Lunas and the best warrior of each pack, called Gammas, just arrived and he, as their benevolent King, was here to greet them. Although, if he were given a choice, this King would have rather been going through the reports of rogue attacks that were steadily piling up on his desk. He couldn’t wait to get the night over with. If he made his rounds quickly enough, he would still reach home on time to get through three or four files before bed. But when he walked through the doors of the gathering hall, his impatience, reluctance and pure hate for the meet-and-greet vaporized in an instant.

 

 

 

“My name is Lucianne Freesia Paw, your Highness. I take it that you’re going to do it, then?” She said simply. To the King, her name felt like the first spring breeze after many long months of harsh winter, the soft light penetrating through the grey clouds, the breath of life in a cold, dark world.

 

 

 

“Do what?” His confusion couldn’t be masked even if he tried. He felt like his mate was already ten feet away when he had only taken the first step.

 

 

 

When he entered the hall, every wolf and Lycan present looked in his direction and they either nodded or bowed but he merely glanced over them. The animal in him was following a scent that has never graced his nostrils. Butterfly pea and jasmine. ‘What a unique combination’, he thought to himself. His footsteps gained speed as the scent got stronger.

 

 

 

Then, he stopped right behind a five-foot-one brunette. Her back was small, half of it covered with dark, luscious curls falling effortlessly from her head. There was only one word in his mind — mate. The figure started turning around to face him, and his heart stopped. She was surprised by his sudden presence and took a step back. The animal in his head growled, ‘Mine’.

 

 

 

Lucianne turned around because she noticed the stunned faces of her Alpha and Luna, who both bowed in her direction. Upon turning, she came face-to-face with a white suit covered with a black tuxedo, and a strong scent of acacia wood and forest trees graced her nostrils. Shocked at the proximity, she took a step back to see who it was. Realizing that the dark-haired man with slightly tanned skin and lilac eyes was the King himself, she understood her pack leaders’ action. She, too, bent her knees and lowered her head as a form of respect to the highest ruler of all werewolves and Lycans.

 

 

 

A warm feeling crept up her shoulders before she felt the sparks where his hands made contact with her skin. To her dread, she realised that the man in front of her was her mate who spoke in his clear, deep voice, “You don’t have to do that. Please stand. Don’t bow to me.” He said with visible pain and disapproval in his eyes.

 

 

 

Although surprised by the King’s response, Lucianne couldn’t escape her reality of how the bond was going to end. ‘Here we go again’, she thought, before proceeding to ask whether he wanted her to do it, or that he wanted to do it himself – to reject her.

 

 

 

“Do what, Lucianne? Talk to me.” His voice was soft but demanding. His eyes were desperate and lost.

 

 

 

She explained calmly, “Reject me, your Highness. Do you prefer it if I did it or would you like to do it yourself?” The hope and life she gave him earlier seemed like it was about to be snatched away from him almost as soon as he found them.

 

 

 

who was there. The room fell into dead silence. After he exploded in anger at what he had just heard, the King asked in a low, frightening tone, “Why the f*ck would either one of us

 

 

 

remained calm. She shrugged and said, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m not your type, not good enough for you, not pretty enough, you may already have a chosen

 

 

 

he growled, “I didn’t ask

 

 

 

mate lowered their heads in unison as a sign of apology. No right-minded wolf would challenge a Lycan, let

 

 

 

beautiful she looked. Why did she want to take herself away from him? He asked in a murderous tone, “Who told you those

 

 

 

mates told me before or after they rejected me so I was just giving you an

 

 

 

ones as he asked in a dangerously low tone, “Do

 

 

 

a very difficult question to answer, your Highness. I don’t even know you. I admit that there is the mate bond for now, and I do acknowledge that I feel the sparks but whether I want the rejection… hm, I honestly don’t know. But then again, what I wanted never really mattered. My previous mates pretty much decided it for me. That, or they made my decision easy. I do prefer an earlier rejection when there are no memories made as of yet because it would hurt much less.

 

 

 

The mate bond is there for now and forever. The sparks will get stronger. And neither of us are rejecting the other.” There was fury in his voice but also desperation. Desperation to not lose his mate when he had just found her. Desperation for her

 

 

 

grudgingly once and bit her bottom lip as she

 

 

 

chin and lifted it up gently for their eyes to lock,

 

 

 

She smiled meekly and shook her head slightly before she said, “I was just thinking about the ceremony tomorrow.

 

 

 

reached for her cheek this time as he said, “I’m sorry I yelled

 

 

 

eyes dimmed as she looked at the ground, and Xandar felt his heart clenching by her saddened

 

 

 

He whisper-yelled, not that it helped. In a room filled with Lycans and werewolves known for their sharp hearing,

 

 

 

him? His hand suddenly had a mind of its own as it began tracing her right arm in hopes of soothing her and chasing away her doubts. When he felt the unevenness of her skin, he wasted no

 

 

 

accidents, a scar would remain. The King’s eyes darkened again, and he growled so loudly that the

 

 

 

felt the scar on her arm with her left hand but she wasn’t sure what the fuss was about so she looked at the

 

 

 

pleasurable sparks erupting from

 

 

 

rogues. Five, maybe six years

 

 

 

so badly that its appearance never healed. He then locked eyes with Lucianne as he asked

 

 

 

“Your Highness, I’m…”

 

 

 

“Xandar.”

 

 

 

“What?”

 

 

 

by my title or my full

 

 

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