Lycan King’s Nemesis

ASHTON

“Good boy, Striker,” I scratched my giant stallion by the flank as I made to leave his side, and with a single nod, matched in their direction of the backyard door to sneak back into the house.

Today was the blasted ball organized by my mother and my nostrils were already overwhelmed with the disgusting smell of the different creatures that were flooding in from their disgusting Kingdoms.

Yes, you heard me correctly.

All thanks to my mother, like my mate, ended up organizing another ball all in the name of peace. That was after convincing me to quench my taste for the blood of the sickening vampires and of course, agree to this if only I desire to see my wife again. Have I mentioned the Tyler path?

All these I had to approve of just to get Gwendolyn’s attention. What could I do?

I accepted, but hell knows none of them would see me at the damned ball! And by the goddess, I hope this works, if not, the bloody vampires would get twice the rage I was going to use to come at them the first time.

My eyes turned cloudy as I neared my room, meaning a link was trying to come through.

“What is it?” I asked, entering my chamber.

“Your Highness,” It was the guard stationed to watch Merit at the rehab. “Merit was found dead this morning.” I stared blankly at the wall before me, my emotions mixed up.

“How did that happen under your watch?”

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, I think she used a spell on me.”

I sighed. That could be possible.

“Bring her home and bury her in her father’s compound.” I severed the link and plunged down on my bed, my fingers scraping my scalp until I tasted blood. “Urgh!”

I stood and matched towards the bathroom to freshen up and perhaps wash away this new bitter taste. Merit, Williams, and I all grew up together here in this pack. I could literally say under this roof as Merit slept here most of the time after training. She messed up, however, she was my friend.

Like Williams, I was going to miss her.

After freshening up, I changed and made my way out of the room like I have been doing for the past seven months since Gwen left. I couldn’t stay there knowing I wasn’t going to have her in my arms at night.

I reached my study-my place of solace- went to pick a bottle of Denmark pure Scotch I recently ordered, and went to crash on the sofa close to the back window to catch a beautiful view of my horses out in the open yard.

The only best thing around here.

Sprawled there, I didn’t notice when I dozed off, and by the time I opened my eyes, darkness had covered. “Ahem,” I cleared my throat, sitting up on the couch. I grabbed my glass on the Greg’s fillings brown mini table in front of me and threw back the content in one swipe.

When I stuck my nose outside the night air the second time, I was hit right in the face by a strong scent. A scent that had me out of my chair in a second, racing out of my study.

It was like I was in a trance as I fled the room down the hall, not knowing where I was going. All I knew was my Lycae at that point took control, the only difference being that Fangs didn’t come out.

I stopped right in front of the massive crowd of people who were gyrating to the instrumentalist’s samba aboard that moment. However, despite their intrusive presence and smell, they were not my problem as much as I wasn’t theirs-judging from how they continued in their venture not caring about my presence. Just a few gossiping mama’s my Lycan eyes spotted at a corner of the room, pointing fingers my way.

And then, my eyes finally found what I was truly looking for; My mate!

Our eyes clashed at the same time. As though she had been waiting for me. And I didn’t hesitate, damn the consequence, pushing through anything that hindered me from getting to her, until I was uprooting her from the ground and flipping her 360 around. “Oh, my goodness,” I groaned. “It’s truly you, not your apparition.”

She giggles into my shoulder. “Yes, dimwit, it’s me in person. I didn’t know you missed me this much.”

“More than life itself,” I was close to tears seeing the love of my life here, looking extraordinarily beautiful with my child growing inside her. I wished I could ask everyone here to disappear and leave us to our own nasty devices all night. But, I had to collect myself.

“Ahem,” Someone cleared her voice beside us. My mother. We separated to look at her. “Perhaps, I believe you owe me something, son.”

“Mom,” I squashed her. “Thank you.” I winked at Abby standing beside her and mouthed ‘thank you’ to her too. Somehow I knew they made this happen for me.

“C’mon,” Mother pushed me away by the shoulders. “Whisk your wife somewhere for a tad bit and come back when you are sure you can control yourselves.” Damn it! I was blushing like some debutante dancing with her crush at her first ball.

“Yes, ma’am.” I gave her a bow, took my mate’s wrist, and indeed whisked her out of the crowded intrusive ballroom.

GWEN

Happiness is life, we have to know that.

Returning back to my home alone was enough to gift to restore all the joy I had lost for several months. And then seeing my mate close to tears merely at seeing me, was more than sufficient answer to the question I’ve had throughout my journey back here.

Did Ashton truly love me?

“I missed you so much, my love,” He said in-between kisses for the umpteenth time.

“Then, fucken shut your mouth and show me how much.” I nudged him away and flipped around to stick my ass in his face.

I heard him chuckling darkly and when I angled my head to behold his face, I spotted a devious grin. “You have not no idea.”

In a flash, he was slamming his hard cock into my slick folds and began pounding repeatedly into me. I scrambled to hold onto the chair I was kneeling on, the euphoria getting into my head and plunging me into a deep sea of ecstatic depth I fear I might not return whole.

“Yes! Faster, baby,” I cried as I neared my release. “I love you, I love you…”

“I love you more, my little wolf,” His voice was husky and restrained as if he was in pain. “Tell me you will never leave me again.”

Can I make such a promise?

“Tell me, Gwendolyn, that no matter what happens, you will stick with me. Tell me!”

“Yes!” I screamed, convulsing as I couldn’t hold it in anymore as a merciless spasm overpowered my control. “Yes…” I finished, realizing he had reached his high too, while I was at mine.

We collapsed into the couch, our erratic breath a signal of how spent we were. None of us could speak, only staring at each other’s eyes enough to get every information we needed. We were sufficient for ourselves. Just us. And the little being inside of me.

I smiled.

He smiled back.

He kissed my forehead at the same time a knock came at the door. “Your Highness, Queen Charlotte asked that you prepare for your welcoming speech.”

ASHTON

My eyeballs expanded. I didn’t know I was going to give a welcoming speech. I sat up with my left hand supporting my head and my finger reached up to graze over my mate’s temple in admiration. I couldn’t get enough of her.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“I’m happy that you are here.”

“Me too.”

I kissed her forehead. “Now, it’s time for Kingdom duties.”

“I was born ready.” She grunted.

“That’s my girl.” I stood and helped her up. We went to the mirror by the side of the room to straighten up.

We followed through one of the secret passages and sneaked back into our room for me to change into something suited for the night. And while doing that, I couldn’t help but agree that my mate was right. We deserve unity amongst ourselves.

Tonight, I was going to deliver that speech not only because I needed to, not because they helped bring back my mate, but because now I believed in that movement.

We are one.

“Are you ready?” She whispered from the door where her heavenly figure hovered, still looking impeccable even as she neared her delivery date.

“I was born for this, my little wolf.”

She stepped forward and arranged my black tie and then placed her arm into my crooked ones and together we matched out of the room, to seal this unity deal.

“May we rise to acknowledge the King and Queen of this great Kingdom!” The facilitator announced our presence.

“Thanks for doing this, Ash,” Gwen whispered beside me.

“No, thanks for this, my Queen. You made this possible.”

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