Lycan King’s Nemesis

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As the pain stopped I gradually stood from the ground with my eyes still on the woman I caught fucking my mate. She stood there, haughty, a strip of guilt not on her face. If anything, from the slight steep of her mouth to the side, I could see she felt victorious.

It was the same woman from the other day. My mate’s mistress.

“He is married to me,” was the first thing I said, balancing on my feet as anger rocked my body. I wanted to leap across and tear her to pieces. Shred her until the ground would be littered with the messy nuggets of her nothingness.

But, I contained myself. “Why are you doing this?” I held back tears. Never cry in front of your subject, the former queen said. “He chose me, not you. ”

“Yet, he seeks my warmth,” she said proudly, taking a single step forward. I saw red. “He will always chose me, irrespective of marriage to you…” She dragged the marriage in mockery as a mocking smile spread across her flawless face. It pained me more because she was beautiful. More attractive than I can ever be.

“You will regret this,” I threatened despite knowing she might not. “I will make sure you pay_”

“That is after I made sure that you paid for snatching the love of my life away from me, you wretched stupid werewolf!” She spat and at once she was on my face. “What were you thinking, huh? That a little piece of shit like you can come here and gain the heart of my man?” She snorted. “You are dumber than he stated.”

“He said that?”

“What do you think?” Her smile morphed into a senile frown.

Fury twisted my guts, leaving me empty and defenceless. “I am your Queen, I deserve your respect. I can send you to the dungeon for_”

“For what?” She pushed me. My back hit the wall, my bag falling to the ground. I gasped in shock. What gives this girl the effrontery to think she could act like this towards me? My alarmed eyes found hers and held. Her brows were arched up radically.

“How dare you?” Driven out of spite I lifted my hand to slap her, but in the next second, her hand found my neck and slammed me against the wall over and over again, the tightness digging deep into my windpipe to the extent of suffocation.

“Sto_” I patted her hand in panic, my skittish eyes running to the door as if seeking for my mate to bust in and save me. The girl was bigger than me and could easily kill me. And maybe Ashton wouldn’t care.

My hands stopped patting her hands and reached out to claw at her eyes, wishing more than ever that I could shift to my wolf. My finger scraped through her face and she gasped and let go at once.

“St_op.” I landed in a heap on the ground with my hands to my neck, in a coughing spree.

“Stupid bitch!” She staggered back, holding onto her face while I used the time to recover. Everywhere around my neck and body hurt. And I thought I was strong enough after all that training with Julian.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I didn’t waste time to stand up and rushed out of the room before she will revive and do worse. It’s obvious she wasn’t just a mere Lycan, plus Lycan’s were spirited than werewolves.

Ashton wasn’t in the room. I looked about haphazardly still rubbing my neck.

Seeing as he wasn’t there, I went in search of him and found him in the study nursing a bottle of a dark brown substance by the window. He looked troubled. “Ashton!”

He didn’t look my way. And there I was thinking maybe he was remorseful. Maybe he regretted what he just did to me. For nearly killing me. What have I done so wrong to bring this chronicle of bad luck lined up against me?

“Ashton, I deserve a proper explanation for what happened back there. Right now!” My voice shook. “You-you slept with her!”

That was when he looked at me. Expressionless. “Point of correction. She sucked me.” He scoffed. “You stupidly brought an end to my pleasure so don’t accuse me wrongly.”

“Ashton!” Is that what he has to say? Tears formed. Yeah, he wasn’t my subject. He was my fucken husband. My mate. “Ashton, whatever I must have done to you, is it too bad that you can’t forgive me? I-I-”

“Spare me your pathetic tears, little wolf. I didn’t ask you to be here in the first place. I was perfectly fine with my life and yet you went ahead and influenced my mother to make me marry you.”

“I-I didn’t.” I shook with tears, my shoulders sagging in defeat. “I desperately needed a mate, Ashton. I found you in my most vulnerable moment that I couldn’t envision not living without you. Without a mate. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you, I did_”

“I don’t care. Seriously, I don’t give a fuck. You wanted this, so deal with the consequences of your action.”

“We have a Kingdom to run.”

“I have a Kingdom to run.”

“You are married to me. As your mate and queen it is also my responsibility. Can you stop acting like a child and man up?!” My voice rose.

He snapped his cold eyes to me, his mouth shifting to the side in evident displeasure. He raised his hands and jabbed his finger at me. “The next time you raise your voice at me, I will make sure you are duly punished for that.”

“What will you do?” I was scared of him, I was very much scared of this monster in front of me, still, my wide mouth opened to ask that. I wanted to test the extent of his hatred for me. What was the highest he could?

“What did you just say?” He hedged.

“What will you do if I raise my voice at you, Ashton?”

Perhaps, it was in my head, or maybe, that was how fast a Lycan was, but in the next second, the front of my body hit against the table, and bent over, his back lapping behind me. His mouth hovered over my right ear as my body struggled with my face in panic to break free.

“I told you never to test me, little wolf.” He sniffed and licked my ear, his voice turning dark and husky. “I am not a patient man, everyone with sense knows that, and those who disrespect me, pay the price.” With that, his hand came down very hard on my bare ass.

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