Ninety Four

Anastasia's pov

I took steady breaths to calm down as I pushed the door open, berating myself. What was I feeling nervous about? This was my duty. I had gone through the worst possible kind of obstacle in my life just so I could get to this point of my life.

I may have won over the Lycans, but it wasn’t done easily. Tonight, we would finally consummate our bond, we would finally complete the mating ritual and I would be pregnant with their heir.

A part of me was happy, another was undoubtedly nervous, but for the most of it, I knew this was only possible because we were under a threat, and for the fear of not having an heir to succeed after them, the process was quickened. Months ago, when I had arrived here, I would never have thought, nor even imagined in my wildest dreams that I would be in this position now. After the first time I arrived at the mansion, they had wrung up their nose at me in resentment and disappointment.

They didn’t accept me at first. Even then, they had seemed