Marking Territory

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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The kingdom of Lycans.

Known to be the deadliest kingdom of all. It is said that the beings residing in this kingdom are the deadliest immortals with no morals.

Once a kingdom who was famous for it's loyalty, wisdom and strength was now...

A kingdom filled with liars.

A kingdom filled with cheaters.

A kingdom filled with blind beasts.

Everything changed about this kingdom but you still can't win from them when they fight to protect their own.

Because even after all these changes it was still a Kingdom filled with the most deadliest warriors. . .

They are blessed by the Goddess of Moon. Blessed with strength, immorality and a mate. Once a lycan finds his mate he can't take another female to his bed because he won't get hard for anyone once he find his mate who is given to him by the goddess. The beast inside them won't let him take any other female once he claims his mate.

In their kingdom a woman is equal to weakness. A mate is only a weakness to them. The mates they were given to strengthen their race was now considered a weakness by them.

There was time when in the supernatural world, beings of diferent species ached to be a wolf's mate. It was said that a wolf cherish his mate more than anyone else in this world. If their mate dies the wolf follows. But now everyone detest even the idea of being their mate.

The wolf's had fallen from grace...

And the reason of there fall was their king himself. The king of the Lycans, who was currently lying draped in the finest silk, his partner from last night still asleep besides him. Darach King, the only wolf who doesn't care about his mate or kingdom.

He's their Alpha King but they called him 'Mad King' and indeed he was more mad than any other living lycan. Darach was as old as the dirt and living so long without a mate had pushed him towards madness. There was a time when he convinced himself that he can live his eternal life without a mate but in reality he can give anything to just experience what it's like to have someone to protect, provide and love more than your own life, to know what it's like to be loyal to your mate until death.

"Your highness your brother requests to meet you." Darach's most loyal wolf's voice echoed in his head.

In his long life Darach has met mortals who wanted to become an immortal.

Fools. . .

They don't realize that immorality is not a blessing. It's a cursed life. A life you have to live without your loved one's because everyone you know dies before you. They are fools to wish for such a life filled with loneliness and madness.

Darach walked in his office dressed in a pair of slacks with his chest bare. Nudity was not an issue for Lycans. They are more comfortable without clothes.

His brother was sitting on the chair in his office, upon his arrival he scrunched his nose probably because Darach's body still reeked of the shewolf from last night.

They all wanted be his queen. They think they can satisfy his hunger but they seem to forget that no one can satisfy the hunger within him, no one but only his true mate. . .

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