His Destined mate.

iskey the night before. Blinking at the bright morning light

had nice wood furniture and clean sheets on the large bed I was

my sadness at the rough bar like usual. Then that mysterious, handsome str

kissing him with no shame. A flush of mortification ran through me. I had acted so wan

me here to sleep off my inebriated state after rejecting my stupid advances. My body ached slightly from

and hunted for my rumpled clothes, dressing as fast as my shaking hands could m

tensed like a scared rabbit, bracing for the handsome st

uniform strode in, not noticing me at

sply. "The King arrives at noon. You're expect

d.. The...King? What in the sacr

tate, looking surprised. Heat flooded m

er was still sleeping." Without waiting for me to explain, she gave me a seriou

staring open-mouthed after her

I was afraid of - that the bold stranger was somehow associated

up in whatever fancy indulgences had happened. Especially not after d

from this fancy place before a

sunderstanding. Straightening my rumpled clothes, I squar

essing against the hallway wall as uniformed servants hurried past in

ying to blend in and not be noticed. If I could just make

. There, surrounded by armed guards. Then I saw Emily, the lady who was rumored to be the Lycan k

had an encounter with Emily once , when I mis

noticed almost everyone in the pack was here. I turned around and was about to m

KING... ALL

imo was going to be introduced. Finally the king walked inside the hall. I was at the back and w

my spine as i took a cl

night. Standing tall and self-assured, his v

th an intense look. That same overpowering longing I felt so shameful

shing over me. What madness possessed me to act s

e others as ordered. Only then, finally taking in the lavis

as to welcome none other than the LYCAN KING himself into our

th sinking dread and shame that any hope of slipping away un

oid seeing the Lycan king. But just as I was about to move, one of his bodygu