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Lycan King's Beloved Mate

"All these planets and stars make me hold my breath, but a glimpse of you always takes it away" ~ ~ ~ All Seraphina wanted was to successfully die at the hands of the world's most feared and powerful Lycan King, Ares Maximilian Dacre. However, she had not planned to be totally smitten by him at first glance and faint in the said person's arms. When she turns out to be his mate, the entire pack seems more than happy to welcome her, she becomes the owner of a strange stone, and the burden to save the world from destruction falls on her shoulders, she might have gained more than what she bargained for. Can Ares' love heal her broken heart and shattered soul and make her believe in love once again? ~ ~ ~ "It's not how I feel about you, but rather how I have never felt for anyone else. " ~ ~ ~ "I, Rowen, Alpha of the Hunter's Pack, reject Seraphina as my mate... " There was a pin drop silence in the hall as he proudly announced his rejection with a wide smile on his face. Pfft, this fool. Loud gasps filled the tensed air, as the most powerful person in this entire banquet came up behind me, wrapped his strong arms around my waist, and nestled his face in my neck. Shivers ran down my spine as I softly caressed his face. His authoritative stance and murderous eyes made everyone gulp in fear and shake in anticipation. "And I, Ares Maximilian Dacre, the Lycan King, claim Seraphina as my mate and promise to cherish and protect her, if anyone if so dares to look at her wrongly." His intense glare then fell on Rowen, who trembled pathetically. Oh how the tables turn!

Celeste_18 · Fantasy
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90 Chs

Dark Reminiscing, Endless Tease, and Furiously Blushing Sera

"Ha!"

"We are all done."

"Aww, doesn't she look lovely?"

"Max would not be able to look away even for a second."

Even though they had applied a light layer of blush on my face from the talcum made with rose petals, my face darkened with my natural blush as well.

A wide grin made its way to my face as I admired myself in the tall floor length mirror. 

They had lined my eyes with a charcoal kohl that accentuated the blues of my eyes even more; my lips glistened with the cherry gloss; and they had left my hair to flow freely except for the frontal braids that prevented my bangs from falling over my face. 

Florence tucked some baby's breath flowers behind my hair where my braids connected and my smile widened even more. 

I have never seen myself like this. Like I have worn pretty dresses, courtesy of Ares and Florence. I have gotten ready before. 

But this time, it did not feel superficial. 

I felt pretty on the inside.