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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

Deep Impression, Glorious Boutique, and Iconic Woman

The sun continued to blaze for weeks before finally succumbing to the cold winds of north.

Winter was fast approaching.

And tomorrow was finally the day, I did the ritual to confirm the prophecy and officially got recognized as the pack's queen by everyone, especially the elders.

So I had to make a deep everlasting impression. What better way to make a statement other than to wear the most fabulous dress?

"This is the most famous boutique across the entire continent owned by our one and only, Florence."

Deborah excitedly clapped as she proudly looked at the shining golden letters stating 'Flourish By Rence'.

Deborah, whom I had met on the banquet day, had taken the responsibility of getting me settled down in the pack into her own hands.

And I was so grateful for that.

After hearing of the ritual, she dragged me straight to the market and shops district where she introduced me to many people.