All Chapters of Two Months: Desired By The Lycan’s King : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

62 Mondrian “Celene!” I called as I warped towards her, I caught her before her body could reach the floor, and my knees cradled the giant wolf. A soft gasp rolled from the crowd around us as she began her transformation. I frowned at their curiosity—their awe and fear. Their eyes bulged as they stared intrigued at the familiar silhouette of the woman fated to me. A murmur of shock flushes through the crowd, as the whispers grow darker. “It really is her…” “Once a wolfless …now an abomination…” “She should have been killed a long time ago, I always knew she would be trouble.” With a flick of my wrist, I cover her body with the remains of my jacket, unwilling to let them continue to stare and judge. I, brushed a stray lock of hair from her face as I assessed her shallow breathing. I pushed back the surge of anger that followed their words as relief flooded my veins. Her transformation could only mean one thing, she could finally feel the bond between us, just like I did, str

64 Mondrian “Why couldn't we just disappear to white fire Alpha?” A very disgruntled Arlen complained, “You can't tell me it's because of the princess. You are the king of the Lycan and every pack, I might be full but one thing I can't ever forget is your immense powers, using your spatial magic you could easily warp four…no ten Celene's such a meager amount would be nothing to you.” I rolled my eyes at his argument, a topic he was fixated on after an hour of driving, his complaint was the car being too slow and his growing boredom. Ignoring him I focus on my breathing trying to block him out. Unwilling to back down, Arlen grew restless and he turned to face me, and whined “Alpha. This is getting us nowhere. Don't you want to get Celene home faster I'm sure if we use my method we could be home before lunch.” I let out a sigh, adjusting the person of his arguments before I turned towards him, “ Eyes on the road young man. Just because we easily heal doesn't mean we can put others

66MondrianThe sun slowly fell, setting the sky ablaze with a vibrant hue of orange and purple with it came a wonderful breeze teasing the people with a hint of rich petrichore. Anyone who looked up at this time would have one thought running through their mind. ‘What a time to be alive’.It was a good one, better than any I've ever felt since I went to the purple pack, all except for the part where I mate her—Celene my mate.Looking down at the unconscious woman in my arms, I sighed. If only she could see this view. Her first look to what would become her home(hopefully) forever.I turned my gaze towards the people who had come to welcome me back, a small smile gracing my lips to assure them that I was happy for the warm welcome and if at all to wipe their look of worry.Before I could assure them with words a sharp squeak drew my attention. I winced at the familiar scent of warm hazelnut drawing closer with every step. “Alpha Mondrian, your Humbled servant Pecan welcomes you.”Ben

68 Mondrian The sound of my beating heart grew louder, while I watched her sleep. My eyes ran through every inch of her soaking in every image I could quickly capture from her swollen eyes from her crying to her swollen lips I had taken. My heart squeezed in a painful lurch at the thought that she believed she was cursed and the reason for every bad thing to ever happen in her pack, my fist clenched holding myself back from warping to the purple pack and destroying everything. Celene wouldn't like that. The pain slightly lessened as I realized she was here now. With me. I would make sure she never felt that way ever again. As I rose from the cushioned chair, where I watched Her pale skin shine brightly on top of my dark velvet sheets, She seemed to fit the aesthetic of my room as though she belonged. Of course, she did. She was my mate after all. With a gentle flick of the duvet, she was covered fully. Celene turned as if disturbed before sinking into the soft mattress. Walking

70 Celene Just as I was about to stumble under the wave of dizziness, a hand shot out, firm, steadying me before I could fall flat on my face in front of Pecan's mocking eyes. “Whoa, Careful there,” the light, teasing voice said. I blinked, turning to see a girl who looked to be around my age, her bright green eyes framed by a halo of wild fiery red hair tied into a messy bun. The girl holding me up had an easy grin, one that somehow managed to calm me. "Are you all right?" she asked, her gaze flicking to Pecan briefly before looking back at me. I—uh, yes. I’m fine,” I stammered, though my legs were still shaky. She gave a short nod but didn't release me her grip remained steady, and I couldn’t help but lean into her support slightly. Her presence felt so natural and familiar that it threw me off, before I could ask about it, Pecan’s icy voice cut through the moment. "I don’t recall inviting you into this conversation, Zara." She crossed her arms, her lips curling into a snee