Lycan King’s Nemesis

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I glanced outside at the dissipating morning fog through the giant pillars supporting the palace walls, as I hurried down the hallway leading to the room of our guest: Tyler.

Every part of my body ached from the tremendous adventure of last night. An adventure Ashton intended to use to punish me which unknown to him, I revelled in.

Up til now, I can’t tell what possessed him last night as he had left as soon as he cummed in me. And when I woke up this morning, the side of his bed was cold and desolate as if he was never there last night. But the dull tremor between my legs proved otherwise.

I decided instead to reflect on what I am going to say to Tyler when I meet him. ‘Hy, Tyler, I hope you are settling in fine?”

No.

‘Hy, Tyler, I see you are settling in nicely, it is breakfast.’ eww.

‘Hy, Tyler, you look hot as hell this morning.” As if.

I suck at being Queen. This is a simple thing that came naturally to someone who was gifted to be Queen but here I am sweating it up.

I was almost at his door when it swung open and the there he was. The giant god. Absentmindedly, I faltered in my step as my mouth went dry and my eyes pinned on him so intently that I must have looked like a fool.

How is possible that when I thought I have seen it all, a man like this, pops in to destroy every resolution I had pertaining to men in this Kingdom? He was too good-looking to be true.

Slowly, I repeat, slowly, without meaning to, my eyes started a journey from his stylish cocoa-brown locks which were shaved at the back, leaving a massive bunch at the front which fell slightly to the side of his face, to his straight nose with a dip in the centre. It was supposed to be a deficiency, however, it gave him an angled look that made him look like something straight out of an Asian magazine.

Did I mention his lips? I will kill to have such generous pink lips pressed hungrily against mine. If I was his woman. And his body, it was simply art. Call it the Coleman artwork crafted out of a bohemian soft wood. No, it’s definitely hardwood. Yeah, only that would be the reason why it was CHISELED.

“Your highness.”

Two fingers flicked in front of my face and the action had me blasted back from my homeland of forbidden fantasies, my cheek turning green with shame. When did he reach here? “Hey… I mean, Tyler?” Seriously? I gazed into his captivating obsidians.

“Are you okay?” He asked me in that soft-hard voice that made my pant soak up. I looked around if anyone noticed me acting stupid in front of the new pack addition. Someone that could rat me out to Ashton. None. Thank goodness.

I cleared my throat deeply. “Yes, I was… confused.” Oh, Lud.

“Yeah… I see.” He touched his beardless moustache and licked his lower lip with his head hung to the side. Is he-is he flirting with me now?

I smiled sheepishly. “I-I just wanted to know how you are doing and to inform you that breakfast was ready.” There, I said it.

“You didn’t need to.” He started moving, requiring I lulled after him. “A salutary already informed me.”

“Oh,” I turned redder. “It’s also my duty. Your heard the King say that yesterday.”

“You mean, your husband.”

“Of course,” I said instantaneously and looked away sharply. It’s as if he was reminding me I was married and acting like a love-swoon teenage stalker. “Well, since it’s my duty to take care of you, I have to take some measures to make sure you had everything you need and on time too.”

“Thanks.” His strides were increasing. “I appreciate everything you guys here are going for me. I don’t deserve it.” Gone was the boyish playboy tone to be replaced by something sad.

“Sorry about your pack.” I wanted to add ‘and also your curse’ but at a second thought, I clamped my mouth shut. I didn’t know how he would feel about that and didn’t want him thinking we gossiped about him in closed doors.

Ashton said I am to make him comfortable and that’s what I shall do.

After breakfast-which was comfortably silent-Ashton offered to tour him around the pack and introduce him to the guardians whom he would be working with.

I was delighted that he was helping take the job from my hand as I wouldn’t want to be with Tyler more than was necessary, but that was until Merit suddenly declared, “I will get ready to go with you, then, your majesty.”

My possessive tentacles became alert. What in hell? “I will go too.” I intoned assertively, not in suggestion.

“I think you will have better things to do here in the palace than to join in vain quest.” Ashton was grinning as he said it, but I knew he was again trying to upset me.

“You elected me to take care of the guest yourself and unless you are freeing me from the responsibility, then I will be going.” I was adamant, relishing in the furious glint that flashed in Ashton’s facade. “Besides, I need a tour too. What better time than now?” It was my time to beam, looking towards Abby who was watching quietly. “Abby, you need to come too.”

“What!” Ashton began fuming. “This is not some family fun ride in the park, it’s specifically for the guest. You two can go on your own if you want.”

“And leave you with_”

“Hold your peace, Gwendolyn.” I dragged in my breath and slowly let it out. I was losing my composure over something so subtle. In front of the guest, just like yesterday.

“Fine,” I submitted. “If that’s what you want. I and Abby shall go on our own tour while you go with your… companions.”

Thus few hours later, we found ourselves making our way out of the palace in an open-roof BMW converter, just immediately after Ashton left with Tyler and Merit.

“You know you don’t have to sweat this, Gwen,” Abby worried, not liking the idea of us going after them.

“I need a tour too…” I shrugged, craning my neck to keep Ashton’s car in view. It was a plain lie, but I don’t want to be talked out of it. Merit thinks she can sink her claws into Ashton in the name of being his personal Delta. I have to stop that.

“I can smell your untruths.” Abby’s hand grasped my arm and pulled to get my attention. “You have better things to do than stalk him.”

“What good would that do, huh?” I tilted my head downward as their car took a turn in a cornered direction. I tapped the back of the seat of our driver. “Hurry. We can’t miss them.”

“What if I tell you that my brother would know that you are after him if he chose to?” She asked casually. I exhaled and relaxed back. I can see the car ahead clearly now.

“I have to try, Abby. You won’t understand.”

“The only thing I understand is that you are making a fool of yourself. After all, there is no way my brother and her would do anything with Tyler present.”

I wound my teeth on my lower lip in thought. Well, I didn’t think about that. It seems with every sex I had with Ashton, I lose a piece of me. It made me do things unreasonably for fear of losing him. To that wench. With her under the same roof with us and going with him to places I can’t.

“Shit!”

“What?…” I lurched forward and grabbed the seat to stable myself as the car came to a screeching stop.

“What the fuck.”

“I’m sorry, your highness,” the agitating driver stuttered. “I didn’t see the deer cross the road.”

That was not my problem. It was the fact that the car in front of us was gone. I craned my neck in search of it but it was nowhere in sight. Instead, different colours of other automobiles whizzed past us. And a bleeding deer was lying in front of us.

“Fuck!” I smacked my hand on the leather in apparent defeat.

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