All Chapters of MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SIMONES POV.“Fuck, you scared me!” I screamed, my heart skipping several beats as soon as I had woken. His face was so close to mine, but seeing it was him and it wasn't some other freaky dream or concussion of mine made me feel relieved.“Won't seeing my pretty face be enough?” He asked in a sly tone, leaning closer to me.“So early, why are you here?” I asked, and once again, pulled off the bed. ”Besides, aren't you meant to be away on some trip or something?” I grumbled beneath my breath,He held my arm in place, pulling me back toward the bed. I had lost my stance,falling right next to him; he was quick to have his arms wrapped around me, snuggling me even closer.“My wife doesn't miss me; she doesn't want to be with me. Do you have any idea how many women would kill to be with me?" He asked, teasing me and being petty just as I expected him to do. I snorted, rolling my eyes at his petty comparison.But then he was right; maybe strangers wouldn't want him, but merely getting his

SIMONE’s POV.It was fucking late; my gaze was blurry as tears streamed down my eyes and the cold wind blew past my skin as I hastened my steps. Running as fast as I could, I knew better than walking around, venturing further away from the pack mansion so late at night. I also knew better than to stay all coiled up in my room, suffocating and crying myself to sleep.“Simone, calm down. Running is of no use; get your head together; you are going too far.” My wolf Maya snapped, causing me to stop to a halt; she was right; I was far off from the grounds, and my heart won't stop racing.I felt both physical pain and emotional pain. Giovanni lied to me; he sat there acting like I didn't matter. He had stared at me, rolling shamelessly, making a fool of me. He knew what he seemed to be doing.I felt myself get stung by a cold wave of harsh reality: why was everyone living a happy life and I couldn't?Valerie, who had not worked a single day her entire life, had gotten pregnant for my mate, a

SIMONE'S POV.We sat across from each other, the dining room seemed quite spacious. He seemed to enjoy watching me; with each bite from the toast and scrambled eggs he prepared for me, I could hear my heart beating so fast.Yet he would not steer off his gaze, he was watching, and he didn't bother making it discreet; he enjoyed seeing how frail and anxious I was. I could feel my palms getting all sweaty, and at that moment I wondered if staying in the pack house curled up in my bed and crying over Giovanni was actually worth a shot.“You don't like the food?” He asked out of the blue, tilting his head slightly, a piece of toast dangling between his finger “It's fine, but I guess I don't have much of an appetite.” I responded, knowing well I had spoken the truth.“Really? “, he asked, still Gazing in my direction, I shook my head, nodding on.“Do I make you uncomfortable, Simone? He asked once more, something about the way he called out my name, hinting at some sort of exclamation, on

GIOVANNI'S POV She mumbled beneath, stuttering her gibberish, moving from one side to another, a light yawn spread across her lips as she opened her eyes. She blinked slowly, once... and then twice, before suddenly becoming aware of her environment.I could tell she had fallen asleep in that perverted psychos house, to think that she really had no idea what he was about,and that they both seem to get along well !made me wonder I'd this was also how hayley had felt, being head over heels for him. “Giovanni?” She called out my name, as though it was just a dream, her eyes scanning through the room slowly, disappointment washing over her face.“You... is this? ....” She asked, then stopped. Hesitating in her words, scared as though not to spill the tea.“You look like you have woken up in the wrong room. Were you expecting something else?” I asked , trying not to scare her although I knew I was pissed as hell, anger wrecked on my nerves. And I was trying to put myself together.“I'm

SIMONE'S POV.Twice, we fucked twice after he knotted in me; I stared blankly at him, drained from all energy, my body immersed in the warm scented bath prepared for me, I had woken up to an empty bed. The maids had explained he had something urgent to tend to.Perhaps I had become so close and dependent on him I often forgot he was the Lycan king; I had no reason to be jealous, but I didn't like the fact that twice now after sex I had woken to an empty bed. What could possibly be more important than me?.“She's in here, isn't she?! Get the bloody door for me!” A loud scream echoed right out of the door. I cursed beneath my breath, curious at what was happening. I stood out from the bath, gently wrapping the towel over my body before walking out of the bathroom.‘Get the bloody door for me!” A voice rang through the air once again, and then it dawned on me: it was my door they spoke of, my door.The door had pushed open, wide ajar, and a lady stormed in. Glaring wide eyes at me, her