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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 glance at the perfect-looking man who was till laid asleep in bed, bitter at the fact that we would never meet again before closing the door gently.

 

*

“Where were you last night?” Marcel's haunting voice called out to me as soon as I highlighted from the car. I felt a sudden unease within me hearing his voice. Perhaps it was because I slept with someone else as well, but I don't feel hurt or betrayed anymore; all I felt was pure irritation for him.

“It's none of your business.” I snapped back at him, brushing my way past him. I felt his grip on my arm tighten as he yanked me backwards, causing me to back away.

 

“Are those... love bites? A fucking hickey?” He asked, and my eyes moved in sync with him towards my elbows to see that indeed I had gotten a hickey from whatever it was that I had foolishly done with a stranger. 

 

“Like I said, none of your damn business; should you not be with your pregnant lover?” I lashed out back, not bothered by the evidence of my previous night filled with bliss.

 

I could see anger and pure disdain in Marcus' eyes, his entire body fuelled with rage. 

 

“You bloody whore! You act like sleeping with your sister was a big deal, but you're no different, don't you have any dignity?” He asked, his voice menacing. I closed in the space between us, glaring wide eyed at  him.

 

“You lied to me, slept with my sister, and got her pregnant; you rejected me in her presence; you of all people have no right to talk about dignity, Marcel; besides, I will be leaving with the Lycan King today... We are done; who I meet or have sex with is no longer your business.”

 

I could tell he had been silenced and shocked; he parted his lips to speak, but all he could do was stutter. I picked up my pace, heading toward the hall.

 

“You are getting married to a monster! Everyone knows, there's nothing to be so proud about, Simone!” Marcel yelled after me causing  me to stop to a halt, he was right. I would be, but it didn't matter, as long as I was gone from this fuked up pack  and far away from everyone who were simply hypocrites. 

 

“You are right... I would get married to anything but you, Marcel; you don't get to judge; you look fine, but it is you who is the monster.” 

 

Having said that, I gave no listening ears to his rants and curses as I stormed down the corridors to my father's office.

 

“You are late!" He added in firmly. I passed him a cold gaze. I just wanted to be done and gone. 

 

He doesn't care about me; no one did; all he was bothered about was not to get on the bad side of the Lycan king.

 

Marcel walked in with Valerie by his side, both passing me skeptical glances. I could see Valerie's smug grin stretch on her lips as she walked in my direction.

 

“You shouldn't be here; you should be resting. I wouldn't want your heir to be hurt, nor would I want you to have complications during birth,” the father spoke, the words directed to both hateful people and couples. 

I  was embarrassed to be part of this family. Seeing how quick he had kissed up to Marcel and knowing just a day before, that man with my step sister was my husband, I shrugged, averting my gaze from their direction.

“He's here!” I could hear my father's beta Blue announce as the door pushed open. I felt a knot tie in my belly and was quick to lower my gaze. This was it. My futute, my life would be filled with emptiness; I couldn't even dare to follow his direction... I could only imagine how ugly he looked, how many scars he had, and how bitter he would sound.

 

“lord giovani… We.. We.. Welcome.” My father stuttered. Cold chills ran down my spine. How did he look for my father to stutter like that?.

 

“I have no time to waste... I'm here for my bride,“ he responded to my father's words, yet something familiar sent tingles down my  senses. This voice... it sounded familiar, way too familiar, just like the man from the previous night. What are the chances?

 

“Raise your gaze, princess, look at me...” He asserted,My heart wouldn't stop racing as I slowly raised my gaze to match with his...".

Alas! I was right; he was indeed the same man who had helped me—the stranger whom I slept with, the man I had a one-night stand with... He was the Lycan king.

 

“I told you I'd save you, princess." Don't be scared. I'm no monster now, am I?” He whispered, wrapping his palms around my waist and pulling me closer to him before placing a kiss on my lips.