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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
Not enough ratings
90 Chs

Special Treatment, Chanced Encounter, and Amethyst Eyes

"Ouch." 

This time, I actually ended up tripping on a pebble and even twisted my ankle a bit. Since my ankle has been broken before, and healed wrongly, it gets twisted and sprained easily. 

Ares, like the gentleman hero he is, didn't waste a single second to lift me up in his arms and set me on the bench near the resting area.

Well, I am not complaining. He can carry me in his muscular arms all he wants. 

After making me sit down on the bench, Ares himself knelt down on the ground, making my face, once again, erupt into burning flames.

"Ares- people are watching, get up! It doesn't hurt that mu- OW. OK, it does. Will you just get up for goddess' sake?"

I started to whisper yell when he knelt down on the ground, and propped my 'injured' ankle on his lap before proceeding to tightly wrap one of the many scarves I bought around it in a make shift bandage.