Marking Territory by Besties Babe

Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle

Ming Yue

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

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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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