MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING

SIMONE .My hands became shaky, and tears brewed up in my eyes. I refused to believe what fate had in store for me. The reality became way too harsh to handle, and I swallowed hard. My heart was racing in my chest while my eyes remained pinned on the text message on the phone.“I'm pregnant. Let's meet at the usual spot. We have a lot to plan away from your barren mate, of course.” The text read, my heart shattering into a thousand pieces while my eyes glanced over the contents repeatedly.I always knew something was wrong. It's been through my marriage to Marcel; the first two years were blissful, but then he became cold. I'm in my third year, and I wasn't sure what had caused it. I believed it was one of the burdens that came with being alpha.He had spent a few nights out for several months still keeping things away from me. I didn't question his reasons; he was alpha, and more still, I knew my marriage to him had begun teetering at the edge. I couldn't bear to lose him, so I kept

SIMONE.A heavy migraine coupled with the soreness between my thighs was the first feeling that reeled into me. I yawned lazily, pulling myself slowly from the bed.Panic struck me as my hand had brushed over something...hairlike. A loud gasp eased through my lips. Hastily, I blocked my mouth with my palms as a sudden realization dawned on me... I slept with someone, and it wasn't Marcel.I studied the man carefully; he was fast asleep, his thick brows complimenting his squared jaws and point noise, those plump lips of his...I really must have gone mad. Having such audacity to sleep and fantasize about a man that wasn't my husband...Husband,I was brought back to reality. I reached for my phone to see that I had gotten fourteen calls from my father and two from Marcel.“Crap!” I needed to meet with the king today. Slowly yet hastily, I wiggled into my clothes, grabbed my phone, and sprinted across the room towards the main entrance. My heart ached as I took a long and lasting glan