Surprise coated Selda's face as Mathias entered in her chambers, his attire glowing with every bit of masculine beauty. She has heard of him being Zenith's right hand man but has never met him.She rose to her feet and Mathias made a gesture of a curt bow before raising his chin. His eyes slowly perused her appearance for any sign that she might be a 'bimbo' but from what he was seeing, she was just as Zenith had described her."I was told to inform you that you will be introduced to the Clan tonight. His Royalty has decreed that there would be a feast tonight. Please do well to prepare. He has also arranged the dresses which you will have to wear. The seamstress will be here in no time." He told her."Huh?" She was dumbfounded for a few seconds. "I actually brought some dresses from my realm to this place, tell the King that it would be unnecessary of him." She said, recovering after some seconds, adding a bit of a smile.Mathias wanted to scoff at what she said. She was not a bimbo,

“Why do you ask?” He questioned her. He hated the way people were seeming too interested in Divine’s well-being. From the Elders who had their eyes constantly out for him to Lionel’s sister who could be said to be his eye, he needed to be careful.“I just thought I should ask since he seemed to be your only family member.” She smiled, her eyes glowing with a deceitful spark and her brows twitching. He did not find it caring instead he found it cunning.He looked away, his expression schooled into a straight look. “You do not need to worry about that. All you have to worry about is the new burden you will be carrying when you are crowned.” He told her.Griselda smiled, hiding the bite of the pain from his words. He was right, his nephew should be the least of her worries. It was not like he was any useful when he was locked in the underground dungeon and he won’t be even now.After a while, Zenith rose to his feet and walked out of the feast, leaving the Seven Elders and Griselda to en

“Cheers,” The men laughed, raising golden cups to one another as they drank the wine. The maids who stood close to them refilled their cups and all Zenith did was watch. Watch them as they toasted away his people. Toasted with greed and covetousness with their drinks. The Seven Elders proved their worth as they subtly returned the toasts.Zenith’s jaw hardened as he watched them. Mathias watched Zenith with keen eyes. He would be lying if he said that he was not dying in suspense as to why Zenith had called for an urgent meeting with the local officers. He hardly ever called them. All he needed was call tell the Seven Elders and they will contact them but now... After having his Chief Messenger, Zariel, meet them. He knew it had to be really urgent.The Head Maid stationed more maids around them. One thing about this meeting was that, these men were allowed to bring in their hàrlòts. This was the only way they would be able to be serious. Apart from Elder Povah, Zenith and Mathias, lad

“Lycan King, you cannot keep ignoring Lady Selda.” Elder Povah said in his shaky old voice. Zenith paused from what he was writing. This was why they were here. Wasn’t it?He tipped his chin. “And why do you say so, Elder Povah? I agreed to marry her, not love her.” He told them.The Elder smiled, giving off the energy of being old and Zenith being young. “I understand. Marriage in times like this is not aimed at love but for alliance but still, you need to bond with her. She is going to be the one carrying your heir, the future Lycan King. You need to get closer to her.” He said.“Words reached me that she reached out to you, saying, she would love to go on a Land Tour with you, why don't you accept her? It could help in relieving your stress.” He asked, knowing he had hit a spot.Releasing a deep sigh, Zenith climbed down from his throne and stared at the old man. “If it was you that was sitting on the throne, I know you would have married her to have your kids alone. But still... Y

A lady dressed in a beautifully made ball gown walked majestically through the palace gate and toward the King’s chambers. Her face was painted in the finest colors with the obvious aim of seduction. The way her heels clicked against the floor announced her presence even before people turned toward her. Rieta. The Lycan King’s mistress. That was who she was.With a smile on her red painted lips, she stood before the study room and a guard stepped forward. “The King is not in his study room.” He informed her and her smile fell.“Where is he?” She asked him.“He is taking an evening walk. If you would like to wait for him, stay at the entrance of chambers. A guard would be asked to get him.”“No,” She said hurriedly, smiling nervously. “Erm... I will wait for him.” She added quickly.She walked away and went to wait for him in his room. Standing before the mirror in his room, her face glinted with joy and she bit her lips at the sexiness of her unclear shape reflecting in the mirror.The