Redeemed and Mated to The Lycan King

used to live in with my pack. Fancy furniture, soft fabrics, and shiny decoration

announced, his low, rumbling voice sending a shiver d

t understand. Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?" The wo

n need, little wolf. And I could not simply leave you out there, alone and v

stare. "But I'm...I'm nobody. Just a weak, useless wolf

gaze swept over me, and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks under the weight of his

words died on my tongue as he slowly closed the distance between us. My br

l speak more in the morning." With that, he turned and move towards the door, pausing only to cast one las

as going on? Why did this mighty Lycan King bring me, a tota

ly, what did h

knees. The day's events played over and over in my head - the awf

with the powerful Lycan King. But instead, I felt somethin

sleep beckoned, a single th

my life, I had finally found

*

. At first, I didn't recognize where I was - the fancy room, the comfy bed, the n

te, the strongest alpha around, broug

What di

me. I hesitated, unsure if I should answer. What if it was Dante, wanti

llway. It wasn't Dante or a guard, though. It was a small woman

warm smile. "I've brought you some sustena

d come in, looking at all the tasty food. There were fresh pastries, fruit, and hot

ed to me. "Feel at home. If you need anything else, just

ke a dream. Just yesterday, I was rejected and feeling worthless

d started eating, thinking about the

mportantly, what awaited me in this str

the answers woul

r opening surprised me. I looked up and s

, walking over. "D

in my nightgown and probably looked a mess. "Yea

ment. "Good. Let's talk about why you

going to ask something of me, something I couldn'

, his movements fluid and graceful. "Tell me, little wolf," he began, his deep voic

ad he somehow witnessed my desperate attempt to end it all i

s never leaving mine. "You need not be ashamed. I merely wish

d ever offered to help me before, not my own pack, not my so-called "destined" m

to confide in him. There was something about Blake, something that made m

t in, to be accepted by my pack; about the cruel rejection I had faced , my supposed dest

might have been anger or protectiveness crossing his features. And when I fina

ave endured much, little wolf. Mo

But instead, he reached over and put his rough, warm hand on mi

ured, his gaze burning into mine.

nected in a way I didn't understand. Looking into Blake's intense eye