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Chapter Two: BE MY MATE

I continued to stand before the mirror, examining the mark on my neck while wiping away my tears with the back of my hand. The reality before me sharply contrasted with the memories flooding my mind.

Last night, I had been taken advantage of by the stranger lying on the bed. He had stolen my innocence, and his audacity extended to marking my neck.

The thought of Alpha Greg discovering the mark filled me with dread. He would likely unleash his wrath upon me, perhaps even banish me from his pack. Yet, a strange defiance simmered within me. Why should I fear his anger when he had already rejected me and I had accepted it?

Besides, considering the spectacle he had made with cassie last night, I reasoned, he had no right to judge me. I had every right to make my own choices now.

However, my first priority was escaping from here before the stranger awoke. I couldn't bear the thought of facing him, not after what had transpired.

I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the remnants of last night's vulnerability when I heard confident footsteps approaching the bathroom. Panic seized me as I realized the stranger had awakened. Who was he?

"Morning, darling," he greeted with an unsettling familiarity. My heart raced as I questioned why he was addressing me in such a manner. After all, I was a mated and rejected she-wolf, still grappling with the consequences of the previous night's choices.

" Who are you?" I demanded, turning to the man behind me. He was tall, dark, with prowess stature, and piercing blue eyes that stared into my soul. His small lips were just a match to his perfectly sculpted jawlines. And he was so big and muscular with sharp features. When I thought I had seen it all, I lied. The real definition of handsomeness was the one right in front of me.

" I am the Lycan king" he pronounced one after the other in a bold tone that caused my heart to race in seconds.

I took a step backward, a shiver running through my spine as I stare at the man who claim to be the Lycan king with bright eyes.

I did not know who the Lycan king was but if truly he was the king of the Lycan then I am in trouble.

I had once met some groups of she-wolves talking about Lycan before in the Bloodmoon pack. I eavesdrop on their conversations and I found out how possessive, domineering, and manipulative a Lycan could be. The only advantage a Lycan had over the werewolves was the ability to tame their wolf and most often, they had the best, most fierce, and biggest beast. A Lycan is already scary for me not to talk of the King of the Lycan.

" What happened between us?" I did not know how the courage came, but just as it came, I asked him, still in tremble.

" You were so drunk yesterday in a Pub that you could not get yourself anymore. I found you amid some rogues who were ready to take you home for the night but I rescued you" The Lycan king pronounced.

Well, I was so drunk yesterday that I could not get myself anymore, but was that why he made an advantage of me just because he was the king of the Lycan?

" First of all, thanks for saving me, but what happened between us?" I asked him again, looking into his eyes that were now guilty.

" When I brought you home yesterday, I placed you on the bed but you did not allow me to leave your side. You hugged me so tight and started kissing me calling me a strange but familiar name" Lycan king responded, clasping arms behind his body.

" A strange name? What name?" I slumped my shoulders and asked.

" Alpha Greg! That was the name in your mouth yesterday night" Lycan king pronounced. I raised my eyebrows and felt a twinge of shame inside of me. He was right.

" Are you talking about Alpha Greg of the Bloodmoon pack?" The Lycan king asked, his pitch high.

" No. He is not the one" I lied to him, scratching my hair with my finger.

Heck! He knew Alpha Greg of the Bloodmoon pack.

" You are my mate" The Lycan king pronounced suddenly.

I frowned at him. How could that be possible? I was just paired with Alpha Greg of the Bloodmoon pack yesterday. Even if he had rejected me as his mate, I don't think he could be replaced as fast as this. I knew the Moon goddess doesn't care for me to that extent.

" But how? I already have a mate" I jolted.

" I can perceive you to be my mate" The Lycan king added, pointing at his neck that got marked. Unconsciously, I raised my hand to my neck and felt the mark again.

" What does that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

" You marked me!" He raised his hands to the air and said.

Unlike the werewolves that our wolf would tell us who we are mated to, the Lycan would be aggressive whenever he sees his mate and mark her. So also for the female ones. I also got this on that day that the group of the she-wolves were talking about the Lycan in the Bloodmoon pack.

" Accept me as your mate" The Lycan king requested more or less like a plea.

I was so confused and tensed, and just like everything else in my life, it was a total nightmare. I needed to leave this place right away.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear.

The Lycan King leaned closer to me, his cold breath sweeping my caramel skin, and Said:

"You cannot leave until we are done. You are my mate and I will not let you go"

This man must be kidding!

" I need to go back home it's 8:30 already" I screamed at him.

The Lycan King hesitated for a moment, looking into my eyes, and softened his voice.

" It's fine," he said, releasing his arm and continuing:

" You can go. But remember you can not run from fate"

I sighed and walked away from his front. I quickly reached out to my clothes on the floor and grabbed them and ran out of the room, feeling confused and tensed.

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