Maid For The Lycan King

heir duties, ensuring that every aspect of the castle ran seamlessly. Their efforts were not in vain, as the Lycan King, Drew, took notice of their hard work and commitment. One evening, as dusk pai

hair and an air of confidence. Her heart held a secret crush for King Drew, and the sight of Drihaana receiving his attention fueled the flames of her jealousy. As the applause died down, Genevieve's eyes narrowed, her mind churning with a mix of resentment and determination. She couldn't bear to see Drihaana bask in the King's favor any longer. With a flicker of mischief in her emerald eyes, she silently vowed to make her own mark on King Drew's heart. Over the following days, Genevieve strategized and meticulously planned her every move. She positioned herself strategically, ensuring she was always in the King's line of sight. She adorned herself in her finest attire, her natural charm shining through her every gesture. Genevieve was determined to catch King Drew's attention and win his heart. Meanwhile, Drihaana remained oblivious to the brewing storm of jealousy that surrounded her. She focused on her duties, striving to exceed expectations and uphold the integrity of her position. Little did she know that a rival had emerged, fueled by desires that threatened to disrupt the harmony of the castle. One evening, as the castle's inhabitants gathered for a grand feast, Genevieve seized her opportunity. With a delicate sway of her hips, she approached King Drew's side, her voice dripping with sweet seduction. "Your Majesty, the feast is a testament to the talents of the castle's staff, wouldn't you agree?" King Drew turned his attention towards Genevieve, his gaze captivated by her beauty. "Indeed, Genevieve," he replied, a hint of curiosity lacing his voice. "The dedication and skill of the staff have shone through in every dish. They deserve our utmost appreciation." Drihaana, engrossed in her own tasks, stole a quick glance in their direction. A pang of unease tugged at her heart as she witnessed the chemistry between King Drew and Genevieve. She couldn't deny the growing unease within her, sensing that their connection went beyond casual conversation. As the evening progressed, Genevieve's efforts to capture King Drew's attention intensified. She laughed at his jokes, leaned in closer during their conversations, and subtly showcased her admiration for him. Every move was carefully calculated, her eyes never leaving King Drew's face. Drihaana, unable to ignore the tension building around her, couldn't shake the feeling of being pushed aside. A mix of determination and concern swelled within her, compelling her to confront her own feelings for the Lycan King. The air in the grand hall grew heavy with anticipation and unspoken desire, as the clash between Drihaana and Genevieve for King Drew's affections loomed. In the shadows, alliances would form, and secrets would be revealed, as the battle for the heart of the Lycan King ignited. As the evening progressed, King Drew found himself increasingly drawn to Genevieve's company. Her flattery and attentiveness brought a smile to his face, and he appreciated her efforts to please him. However, amidst the laughter and light-hearted banter, a nagging sensation tugged at the corners of his mind. In a brief lull during the feast, King