Lycan King’s Nemesis

Instead of fleeing, I did the unthinkable, I placed my nose on his bare body and Inhaled deeply. It was like an elixir, casting unknown spell on me. “Mmm… smells so good.”

His body vibrated with the thunderous rumble of his growl and before I knew what was happening, he smashed me on the door, grabbed my neck and obtained my lips in a heated kiss.

He kissed me so hard that my knees wobbled, my hands going on an adventure of their own in his large frame. Soon I was flying up to land on his waist, looking so small as compared to his large frame.

I wracked my hands through his hair, unable to contain the hunger I felt inside me. My hips was moving, grounding on his as I felt his large manhood prod me from under. “Yeah…” I sighed.

In my euphoric daze, I didn’t see him move out of position until I was colliding with the softness of the mattress and him coming on top of me to continue devastating my lips with his sumptuous ones.

“Arh!” My chest lifted up from the bed as his hand found the heat under my gown and covered them completely to start rubbing slowly. Sweet torture. That was all I could think of at that point until_

“Your majesty,” He bounced off me like he was pulled by a strong force, stood over the bedpost and his eyes that were black from hunger soon turn to that of raw hatred as they took me in.

Instinctively, I shrunk back under the covers, refusing to be the recipient of such sight. He looked away in the direction of the door and said in a stale voice, “come in.”

The door swung open and his Beta peeked in, his eyes landing on me first before travelling to his King standing at the edge of the bed. I saw conflict in his eyes.

“Sorry to disturb your private moment, Ash,” the man began, “the Queen sa_”

“Tell her we are on our way down.” He picked up the towel from the ground where it fell during the frenzy and wrapped it around his lean waist.

“Okay,” William muttered and closed the door after him.

I sat up from the bed to go and prepare when my mate’s grunt got my attention. He was still standing in the same position he had been and was looking at me with death in his eyes. He said, “you are a witch and I don’t think I can live in the same space with you.”

“I. Am. Not. A. Which, Ashton,” I took my time to say it as a result of how his accusation irked me. “If I were a witch believe me you will be dead by now.”

He scoffed, swaying in my direction as he jabbed his finger at me. “You will leave this chamber at the end of the week when the guests leave, you understand? There is nothing you say that will save you.”

“Your moth_”

“Is wrapped around your evil fingers.” He was smirking as he said it, accompanied by clapping his hands in mockery. “Enjoy casting your spell on her… but it won’t work on me.” With that, he walked to the wardrobe, threw them open and began dressing.

By the time we managed to endure each other’s stifled auras and completed our dress-ups, it was almost noon, still, we walked down the halls to the biggest dining room I have ever seen where the guests were still seated waiting for us.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting for long, everyone,” My mate said as he helped me into a seat by the side of his chair at the head of the table. “My dear queen and I were occupied with ‘couple matters’. It appears we can’t get enough of each other since last night.” I blushed crimson at how fluent of a liar he was. And to add to my embarrassment, the gathering howled in laughter.

They believed him.

Don’t they have eyes? After what happened yesterday at the altar who in their right sense would believe this marriage was anything born of love if not hypocrisy? I shook my head and picked up my spoon to eat.

We ate in silence, starting with appetizers and then the main dish, before we ended with desserts. It was a quiet breakfast except for the random clash of the cutlery against the china plates.

“Now that we have a new Queen and I will no longer be needed here,” Madam Felicia, Ashton’s mother began, breaking the silence. “I may be retiring to the queen’s lair on the seaside. I want to live the rest of my life doing everything my husband and I dreamt of doing together when my son finally found his better half.”

“Mother, you know that’s not possible,” Ashton countered beside me. “You and I know the woman I married knows nothing about us talk more of ruling_”

“She is your mate and wife, Ashton,” She proceeded, her flawless smile plastered on as she wiped her hands as elegantly as a queen bee, then a maid hurried to take the soiled clothing from her hand, dropped it by the side of the table and then picked up a glass of red wine and served her. “You will teach her all that she needs to learn to be a true queen. Not just to serve as your breeder and bed mate ”

“I never_”

“Ashton…” She breathes. “You will not disgrace me before my dignitaries.” She sighed and sipped from the glass mildly. “I have ruled with my husband. I also have dreams and aspirations that I left for my people. Now, don’t be selfish and deprive me of living them.”

“As you wish, mother,” He grunted and everywhere was once more plunged into another round of eerie silence.

If anyone here listened intently, they could hear my heartbeat. I wonder what they will think of me now? My husband has already called me incompetent. How will his people see me?

I stood up abruptly, fed up of pretending to be unfazed. “Pardon me, but I think I have lost my appetite.”

“Sit down at once.” He commanded in an icy done.

“Ashto_”

“Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice before my ass touched down on my chair, my hands starting to quiver on my lap in outrage. I snatched a glass of wine and tossed it into my mouth and went to pour another one when the maid rushed and assisted me. I tossed it in again and when I went for the third one, Ashton’s hand shot out and grabbed my hand, took the glass and lowered it on the table and leaned into my ear to threaten in a low tone, “embarrass me any further and this will mark your last day sitting beside me to eat.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I grew frost and without a thought, reached out and pushed him away. His face registered shock at once.

His mother came to the rescue. “Ashton!”

No one said anything again until breakfast was over and the guests who have all watched the scene in meek quietness began dispatching one after the other.

Once we were left alone, Ashton’s face snapped to me about to vent once more but his mother didn’t give him the chance.

“Your father will roll in his grave, Ashton Newton, Montgomery. Can you see how you have allowed bitterness to start ruining everything we worked so hard to preserve for you? Imagine what will happen if the people rebelled against you because they no longer respect you.”

“I told you I didn’t want her, mother.”

“And I did what I always do for you,” She stood up, “fixed your problem. I helped you keep her because I see what you don’t see in your vain quest for revenge. I married her for you.”

“I won’t love her.”

“But you will live with her. Make peace with that.” She sashayed out, gracefully.

Goddess.

“You will regret this, little wolf. I will make sure of it.” He slammed his hands on the table and left the room.

I exhaled audibly, rubbed my temper to allay a growing migraine and looked left to right to smile fauxly at the omega’s as they hurried to pack up. But once they cleared the table off and left, I bent over the table and wept hard.

You don’t need to say, Ashton. I already regret this.

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