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

Ava's POV It was pouring. Heavily.My peach-colored dress was soaked, and my phone kept vibrating in my pocket.I stood there, watching from a distance as the blood of my parents mixed with the rainwater that filled the streets. My eyes drifted to the car, still open. I could see my mom's hand, limp, hanging from the side. I started walking toward it, my legs feeling like lead. I didn't dare get too close. My voice came out as a whisper, shaky, barely audible, "Mom, mommy... are you... are you okay?"My dad's lifeless body lay flat on the floor, his eyes wide in shock as blood from his severed head pooled beneath him. My heart raced, terror creeping through me, but I couldn't shift into my wolf form. I just kept mumbling, "Daddy, Dad... please wake up! Mom! Don’t leave me! Somebody, anybody, help!"But my heart remained calm. Too calm. My body felt numb, detached from everything. I blinked twice, hoping—praying—that I was hallucinating. Maybe this was just some twisted illusion. The p

Ava's POV Horland had never seen me before, and it could only mean one of two things.One, I might have come to town in search of supernatural creatures. After all, rumors about this place ran rampant beyond its borders, and the name of the town only fueled them.Two, I was new here, and judging by his guarded expression, the latter was more likely.The town rarely had new people, but I’d heard there were a few. A male from the Commoners pack, a wandering werewolf taken in, and then… the weird Goldington girl. The one who was me."Who are you?" he asked, his voice deep, measured, though there was something else behind it. A strange pull that mirrored my own. My heart was beating faster now, and I could tell his senses were just as heightened as mine.I took a step forward, trying to steady myself, and looked at the gun still aimed in my direction. "Can you drop the gun, please? It’s kind of scary," I asked, forcing a boldness into my voice that I didn’t quite feel.He didn't answer at

Ava's POV"Aunt! Please, just let me go. I promise I won't go back again. Please!" I begged, but Aunt Janet didn’t believe me.She had lived in sorrow ever since my parents died. Not a day passed without her thinking of my father, Mark, whom she lost to the cold hands of death. And now, it seemed like I was following the same path, and she wasn’t ready to lose me too."No, Ava! I won’t. Until I see some changes in you, I won’t let you out," Aunt Janet lashed at me, clenching her fists as she tried to control the tears that rolled down her cheeks.I knew she didn’t want to chain me up, but she felt like she didn’t have a choice. It was the only way to stop me from going back to Lyconia."I won’t go back to Lyconia again. I’ve learned my lesson. They never loved me," I cried out, sweating profusely, the chain digging into my wrists."This is the same lie you told me before!" Janet yelled, her hand almost flying toward my face before she broke down in tears."I took you in, Ava. I clothed

Ava's POV My boss was growing impatient as we lingered, signaled from afar, urging me to take the lead on the dance floor. Time was running out, and he wasn't happy with my hesitation.I cleared my throat nervously. "I'm... sorry. Let’s just dance," I muttered. The strange man sighed and pulled me gently to the middle of the dance floor, and the lights dimmed around us.Since this man was clearly an important figure, both in society and at Lavenda’s club, everyone else stepped back, leaving the stage for us."Keep the music going," my boss commanded the band, and the music resumed. As we danced, the man started asking me questions, which took me by surprise. There was something in the way he spoke—it felt like he knew something about me that I didn’t quite understand yet."Were you born here?" he asked as he spun me around effortlessly."Yes," I nodded, my body relaxing against his as the crowd clapped in approval."Tell me something," he said, gripping me at the waist, his hand b

Ava's POVJust as Aunt Janet crashed into the limousine in front of us, a stunned silence blanketed the street, the impact echoing even through the cars far behind us. If it hadn’t been for the seat belts holding us in place, we could have easily suffered serious injuries."Are you hurt?" Aunt Janet asked, her voice tinged with worry as I placed my hand on my head and nodded vigorously."I'm okay, I'm not hurt. Are you?" I asked, though we both seemed to forget that we were werewolves and there might be someone in that limousine who could have been hurt."Why did you make that noise earlier?" Aunt Janet nearly yelled, her frustration evident. She was trying to maintain control, realizing that I had just lost my job.Before I could respond, there was a knock on the window. Aunt Janet rolled down the tinted glass."Did you realize you just bashed someone's car?" asked the man in glasses, his face contorted into a frown. From his appearance, he clearly wasn’t here to resolve things amicab