Mated to the Lycan King- Fated Betrothal

lose to you contains the writings of the novel you're working

the bag and

loser towards me, his lips so close to mine all I coul

ther to answer or not. Behind his nonchalance, I could sense some sort of

ething about me scream 'horror novel

stared at me, the beautiful grey of h

to write about something you're passionate about," he then leaned back a little and I let

rves and learns throughout the various outrageous situations she faces throughout her lifetime. It has everything you could hope for, adventures beyond your wildest imagination, horrors, mysteries, riddles, cursed and rare artifacts and even romance. Although it was a book written based off of my imagination of freedom and adventure out there in the world, it's a book for anyone and everyone to read and experience. All I've ever wan

urpose as you are," he said. It was at this point that I made the grave mistake of looking up into his eyes. The look within them had my

ish the novel under a penname since the works of humans are seldom published and sold... but

o come up with an answer. There was no harm in letting him read what I'd written, but there was something about it that made me feel a little uncomfortable. I had no trouble in te

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lden gates of Zestonia. The guards didn't stop us and ask

ns I'd ever seen. Expensive cars were parked in lavish driveways over which hung canopies made of vines and flowers and fruit. Even the people were different. They were dressed up in the latest fashion, decorated in so

then she began to open the gates. Once they were open, both she and the other guard returned to their posts, patiently waiting for us to pass. Inside the gates to Nicholas' home was a beautiful stone path upon which we drove. On either side of this stone path, luscious green lawn spanned for as far as my eyes could see. Placed on large white pedestals were massive, grand statues. I counted a total of four. There were two on the left and two on the right. There was a brass statue of a tree which was decorated with leaves made of thin pieces of steel, each painted in a colour of either red, orange or yellow. Then, right behind it was a brass tree with nothing on it at all. Its branches were naked and twisted sharply. Across from it was another

s bordered with intricate stone patterns. Blue-grey marble steps led to the front door which was made of mahogany. The top of the door curved into a crescent shape, into which small glass

dn't quite pinpoint. I assumed that there was still more plant life to be discovered on Nicholas' property and wondered if I'd have the time to explore more of his yard la

knock for it to be opened for him. Standing to the side of the door was a middle-aged man dressed neatly in a black sui

. Then his eyes landed on me.

a..." he then paused and glanced down at m

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he asked politely, already well aware that I was nowhere near lycan-kind. It was a sort of sixth sense humans had, one which allowed us to tell the difference between us and them. I was about to

rvants. Prepare the guest bedroom for he

shock, but unfortunately, he wasn't too good a

ervants, King Nicholas!" I exclaimed l

turned towards me and said, "No, you will stay as cl

away to set the room up. Desp

e how much I can't stand you? Be

unlike the small slip ups he'd had previousl

est mixture of gentle and forceful that I'd ever experienced. I couldn't say that I was afraid. Startled, perhaps, but not afraid. In fact, my body practically relaxed in his touch as though it knew that I was not in danger. My mind, however appr

ite

itement which swirled in his grey eyes. I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't used to the feeling either... or rather

of strange excitement pulsed through me. I could even feel the intense heat radiating from his body and an almost tingling sensation beginning to emit from where he was touching me. Although my body blindly fell into the trap of enjoying every moment of our close proximity my mind still stood its ground. But his questio

didn't have the answer to this question until my eyes found his lips too. It was a dangerous answer and one which I was much too afraid to acknowledge or act on. But it seemed Nicholas was not, because in the next moment, he began to lean in. And as he did, his breath fel