MY HEART BELONGS TO THE LYCAN KING

It is two days before the festival of seasons and by now everyone is already packed and ready to go. All the Lycan clans would be traveling to the capital where the king resides to celebrate. There are seven clans in total and are being headed by the King's princes. The princes aren't related to him by blood; he has no children, instead they are personally handpicked by the king to oversee the clans.The criteria in which they are chosen is unknown by everyone but the king which is why there is hardly any replacement except one of them dies. The other clans should be on the road by now and the clan warriors mobilized to make it safer since all seven clans will be on the road. Inter-clan scuffles are a serious pain to deal with. "Are you ready, my dear sister?" Sarah, my little sister, asks in a mimicry of my voice as she barges into my room like the rude little devil she is. She always complains that I sound like a woman born in the nineteen hundreds, too reserved, she said. Her

We arrive at the hotel and are shown to our rooms. Sarah and I get one while my brother will stay with another since it's two per room. The news of the king's interest in me has spread like wildfire and now everyone wants to know who I am. I can hear them criticizing my every step, every strand of hair and whatever they could get their eyes on. I'm already used to the stares from my clan but this is just too much. It's not as if I'm going to be their queen. My sister and I decided to take an elevator along with some others to the third floor where our room is located. One could cut the tension in the confined space with a knife. I don't let my discomfort show, something I have learned over the years while Sarah is glaring back at anyone that glares at us. My siblings, I shake my head with a small smile in amusement. A woman in front of me finally picks up the courage and turns to face me. She's fairly beautiful with a haughty look in her eyes that said she knew. "Is it true tha

King Lucius seems to conclude his discussion with his aide and turns to look straight at me and walks towards me. He doesn't take his eyes off me and I do the same to him, the room fading away with the intensity of his glare until he is about two feet in front of me. I don't know if it's my shitty luck or the moon gods know of my plan to annihilate their favorite creation but the King suddenly taking interest in me cannot be a coincidence. On the other hand, this can work in my favor and bring me a step closer to my purpose but then if something happens to him, I would be the number one suspect since everyone has already seen us together. During the night of the festival of seasons when the king takes a maiden into his chambers, their faces are covered so that they wouldn't find some fairytale status out of bedding the king. I was counting on that but this unexpected turn has thrown it all to hell. "Hello beautiful," He says, looking so deeply into my eyes I fear he could see my

It is the day of the festival and I am absolutely terrified. I'm beginning to regret my decision; I should have thought this through. I mean how could I even trust that anything good would come out of this. This is where I draw the line; this is madness. "You look absolutely gorgeous. Like a sexy goddess whose rightful place is by her king," Sarah exclaims, placing the back of her palm on her forehead and the other on her chest.I overlook her dramatic display, too busy blushing at the outfit that this little devil coaxed me into wearing. Allowing her to pick my outfit for the night was a most horrible idea. She kept saying that what I wore last time was too old fashioned; It covered too much she said. Well this one covers nothing. "Sarah, i might as well be naked." I grit out, eyes glued to the image of the person in the mirror that is certainly not me. This delicate thing she calls a dress is made entirely of elastic black mesh. The only covering is to my nipples and vagina. Th

You know that feeling where a part of your body aches so deliciously, it throbs with a want, a need to soothe it that is almost as overwhelming as it is frightening. Like you didn't know you needed something until it was right in front of you; you get a taste and then it's like you can't live without it. That feeling is all I know as he lifts his hand to my chin, grabs it in a forceful manner and tilts my face upwards until our lips are less than an inch apart. "Do you accept?" He whispers, his lips brushing against my lips with every word and the warmth in my lower regions increases with each caress. He is so close. We're less than two feet apart and I can't think straight with his scent taking up all the air in my lungs. I breathe slowly and in shallow breaths, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Your majesty…." I take a small step back to put some space between us. In less than a second, I am pressed up completely against his broad chest, his hand burns a hole throug