All Chapters of Mated To The Lycan King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DONOVANThe loud music and annoying chatterings under the neon colourful disco lights fills my ears and as I sipped from my glass of red cherry wine, I want nothing better than leaving already. I was never one to like parties, unless my friends dragged me along. More less, a party that only made me feel less of myself. Because unlike every other person, the party has never benefited me in any way. It never gave me a mate even after I became a teenager. In a few months, I will be twenty and taking over my father's place as the Alpha and Lycan King and yet, I did not have a mate yet. There is nothing more frustrating than that. "All hail the moon goddess!"I turn my head to the direction of the familiar voice to see my friends and their girlfriends striding to my direction. I force a smile at them, knowing too well that they are about to make my life miserable. "Hey." I click my glass with Randall's as he reaches me and the girls give me quick hugs before taking their seats beside me

I feel nervousness wash through me as I advance closer to Marie's Tasty Buds where I work. As I stand at the doorway, I swallow hard, straining with mild effort as I did. I give a short silent prayer to the gods. Please, don't let me get in trouble for arriving late. I will give anything to be safe from Ms. Bell.Then quietly, but with precise pre-caution, I push the doors open, and the first thing that greets me asides the faces of the customers eating away as usual, oblivion as to what was about to happens, was an angry pair of eyes under winged glasses that belonged to a stout, long brunette woman. Ms. Bell.My prayers have gone unanswered again. The gods have forsaken me again. I make to close the distance between us but before I could take a few steps towards her, the stout woman who owns and manages the cafeteria for twelve years ever since the early demise of her husband, half-ran, half-drags her feet towards me, as though ready to lunge at me any moment from now. I curse t

ALEXIS POVIt is 9pm now and Marie’s is closed for the day. And as always, I do not spare an extra minute, and begin my journey home. I have had a long tiring day, just like every other day before this and right now, what I need to do so badly, is have a nice warm Granda Rivera’s meal and a long peaceful night sleep on my fateful old rickety bed.And pray that Lori gets better and I don't face expulsion tomorrow. In a few minutes, I am in my neighborhood fortress. That old slum neighborhood that housed all the low-class werewolves in Redwood. It is a place where criminals, drug addicts and prostitutes lurk around in every corner, their eyes prying on you. A place I have grown to love. I was born here, Grandma Rivera says. My mother had gotten pregnant for a random stranger during a one-night stand and when mother gave birth to me, she abandoned me at Grandma Rivera’s doorstep a few weeks later and ran away to a place where no one ever got to hear from her again. Whatever had happened

ALEXIS POVThe next few days in school were like one hell of a week for me. Everyone was keeping a long distance with me, while whispering and pointing accusing fingers at me, behind my back. Although it was a good thing that Lori and her friends avoided me for the rest of the week, I couldn't help but feel bad over her bandaged nose which I had heard had broken from the impact of my fist on her face. Even though it was quite funny seeing her a little disfigured, I strained myself a couple of times from laughing whenever she would stare at me with so much hate under her heavily bandaged nose. One thing that killed me most was the fact that Donovan began to stare at me with so much distaste and irritation, like I was the filthiest thing he had ever come across. It did hurt me more than ever. But asides that, I had been serving my detention pretty well as the Principal had shown me mercy this time around, even when it was her daughter I had assaulted. Next time, she had warned, I wo

CHAPTER NINE LYCAN KINGALEXIS’ POV“Uh…hello. Can I have a cup of caramel macchiato and some bagels?” Another woman's voice comes just as I finish fixing and serving the previous customer. I try my best to hide my displeasure, and I fix a thin smile on my face. “Sure, ma’am. I’ll be on it.” I reply and assign her a table tag. As soon as the woman leaves to her table, I stare at Freeda’s way. The redhead gives me a toothy apologetic goofy smile, her phone still clutched to her ear. A part of me feels like lurching on her and ripping the phone off her ear to spare myself the stress of covering up for her while she spends her entire work hours on a phone call with her boyfriend. But then again, the soft considerate side of me holds my feet to my spot and stops me from tearing her to pieces.Freeda gives me a larger smile, and I sigh and roll my eyes at her again, before moving to the counter behind me to fix the customer’s coffee. I wonder how she can be this selfish and inconsiderate