Beowulf’s POVA sigh escaped my lips as I continued my way through the woods. It has not been long since I left the carriage, and already I missed my mate so. What was her name again? I don’t believe we truly properly introduced ourselves. Though I do believe those mutts of that ‘Downfall Pack’ call
My mind trailed off to a certain point in the past at the thought of him. That being when we were children, and his mother died from drowning. His mother was always jealous of my mom, for my mom was the Lycan Queen, while Drake’s mother was but a mere concubine. Being the direct descendant of the ro
I sighed upon seeing how casual Clinton was greeting me. He may be referring me as his king, but the way he was acting was not how any subject would to royalty. If anything, it was a disrespectful act to someone of my position.Well, not that I mind it, as he was not just any old werewolf.“How has
‘Who was that at the door? To call the Lycan King in such a seductive tone,’ were the first thoughts I had when I heard that voice.I didn’t get the change to even respond to the call as the door opened up, revealing a she wolf in a simply yet revealing dress standing out in the hall. One look at he
As I tightened my grip on her wrists, I took advantage of this mutt’s rage and vigor and tossed her back down on the floor. Without giving her the chance to recover, I hastily got on top of her and pulled my claws back for another swipe.Before I could swing my arm down, the door was suddenly slamme
I couldn’t help flinching when he whispered those words in my ear. My eyes dilating as I took a step back. “S-Started? Started with what?” I stuttered.The king did not answer me, as he stepped forward, keeping close distance from me. He may be different from the Downfall wolves, but what do I know
“What?” he asked.I knew I couldn’t take back what I said, and swallowed down my fears to answer him. “I said… I want to leave here.”I saw veins form on the Lycan King’s face and grew frightened. He was clearly angry with my response…Next I knew, he tossed me back on the bed and made his way to th
Beowulf’s POVI was not feeling comfortable at all. It was not that I couldn’t sleep- not with Nex’s beautiful scent lingering on my body. It was also because of what she said. ‘She doesn’t want to be here? To be with me?! Who has waited so long for her to come to my life!’ I thought in rage. How c