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!
Falling in Love, Shower of the Plum Blossoms, and a Cheating Old Mister
"Just what is going on with you all?"
At Ares' sharp voice and curt tone; I whipped around with excitement, my hair swinging with my action.
"Ares." Greeting him with a high pitch, I grinned at him.
But when my eyes fell on him...I stopped breathing.
He looked really, utterly, completely, wholly, totally, absolutely, out and out, thoroughly, entirely, flawlessly, downright.....haaaaa *deep inhale* ravishing.
My heart flat lined for a second and I was thankful I refused to the purse Florence was forcing me to.
I would have dropped it instantly.
My mate looked transcendentally handsome, dressed in a black turtleneck with black pants and a long, dark brown trench coat. His messily styled hair that looked perfect to run my hair through fell over his right eye.
The way his turtleneck hugged him made me wish I was that turtleneck. Or maybe I could be his strand. Or his watch that perfectly wrapped around his wrist. His belt too.