The Lycan King's Cold-hearted Mate

(Backstory) : Age of annihilationDuring the 19th century in the wasteland, laid the kingdom of powerful werewolves with each battling for dominance over the other, and the humans, with smitten quest to exterminate the wolf race, in fear that someday they would take over the mantle of leadership of the world as against their belief of normalcy.Firstly, the humans were in search of the white wolves to capture for experimental purposes, after which they were slaughtered and discarded with the sense that they were unique breeds, and were very assertive. Humans worried they might one day take over the rulership of the world, thereby bringing the humans under subordination. Soon the white wolves went into extinction, leaving the humans more significant.After the Passover of the white wolves era, came the tribe of the Salandus Adridas. They were a group of wolves that could only transform during a particular blood full moon. That wasn't the precarious thing about them. The scariest part i

She kept running, her sharp green eyes scouring through the deep forest, the very distinct snapping of the twigs beneath her precise legs, leading her far from the hunters that were determined to catch her by all means.Her breaths came in pants as she stole another look behind her, her incredibly heightened senses taking note of the distance between her and the three men and a lady that had lost her like the wind. So she thought.Sighting the place she has come to call home almost close by, and not wanting them to see it, she took another course leading to the fountain by the cliff, her ears picking up the far gushing waters burrowing through the ground, and the smell of the dwellers of the blue depths, her serenity.She paused, bending over, her hand going to her chest, her heavy mass of red tresses falling over her face, to cover her vision. Flipping her spongy ridiculously long hair away from her face, she realized in a bit, that she was impressively very thirsty.Deciding hopeful

The palace of the Lycan King, Wales. "Your father made me promise to make sure you are of sound mind and judgment, Wales," Zane the right-hand man and Beta to the Lycan King, Mazmilan, popularly called Milan by the chits, said. They were in the great study at the palace.Milan rolled his eyes from where he was seated, his hand suspended with the snifter of ale perched in it. From his countenance, one can tell that he was massively bored of having this discussion. "Are you done, Zane?" He slurred dryly. "To be honest with you my dear friend, I need to be laid." He drawled in mischief, taking a smooth sip of his brown booze."Laid? Laid? I will dismiss your request as mere demand aimed at getting me riled up, Your highness""You know I hate when you call me that," Chirped Milan, about to lose his mind with grumpy Zane."Exactly my point. I need you to recognize that is who you are. A King! These women would only drown you, leaving you an em.....""Enough, Zane!" Milan lifted his hand,

Very slowly the next morning, Emilia jerked awake from the bed, her sharp blue eyes widening, and at the same time, she winced and recoiled from the sharp light that greeted her eyes. Gradually, she removed the hand she used in shielding her eyes and regarded her environment, recognizing a distinct difference between where she is now from her abode where she has settled for the past nine years of her life."What in holy..." She jostled to a kneeling position and began touring her eyes around the posh mattress she was on top of, her fingers grabbing the fluffy quilt beneath them and giving them an unbelievable tug.How did she get here? She strained her thoughts to the past event that took place in her life, already used to waking up most times in unfamiliar territories. But not one as lavish as this one. Then like a bang was smacked on her head, she gasped and fell to her butt as the face of the cherubic man she met yesterday flooded her senses. "That son of a gun!" She breathed and h

Chapter 9By the time he got to them, the maid was already quivering like a stem beside Emilia, her two hands holding onto her arm as if pleading with her to save her from the oncoming wrath of her King.His huge black stallion stopped a few feet away from them, and Milan jumped down in one swift movement, and came at them in one large stride, his face a mask of death, his finger raising to point at Emilia as he glowed at the maid. "I specifically made myself clear never to bring her out to the open, servant!" He blasted, puffing smoke."I-I-I" The maid stuttered, already starting to sweat all over."If you are going to talk like that about me, you should at least have the balls to face me directly, King." The way Emilia said the King you would immediately know that it was in mere mockery.Milan rounded on her lethally. "Believe me when I tell you that I am a minute away from spanking you this minute, woman!" Emilia's eyes widened in horror at his words. No one has ever said that to h