Lycan King’s Nemesis

The lady that came in turned out to be his younger sister as I suspected. She has been the one to stop our verbal brawl and had informed him their mother asked her to take me to my new chamber and get me settled.

And the brute had punched the wall close to him which dipped under the force of the clash. But he didn’t show any form of hurt as he whipped past me and slammed the door.

It was happening like in the movies. One I didn’t recover from even as the lady guided me out of the house and led me through several halls and a spiraling staircase until we stopped in front of a brownish-black door and she pushed it open and led me in. “This is going to be your bedchamber…”

“Gwendolyn,” I provided, understanding she didn’t know my name. “Gwendolyn Hills.” I finished.

“Wow, you have such a beautiful name, Gwen.” I smiled, looking about. This room was gorgeous. Everything about this place screamed riches, fortune molded in plenty. Yet, I felt nought but abject emptiness.

When I was a pup, my mother once told me about an Alpha that rejected his mate and even went further to kill her just to set himself free. But before his mate died, mother said she suffered a lot from his rejection. It was one of the saddest stories I have ever heard.

Now, it was my turn. I often sympathized with that girl from my mother’s stories, I didn’t know someday it will be my pain.

“Gwen?”

“Yeah…” I looked at the lady, noticing now that her eye color wasn’t really like it seemed in that other room. It was more green than blue. It was magnificent too. “Sorry, did you say something?”

“Yes, I was saying whatever you need you can inform the lady that will be coming in provide everything you need.”

“I don’t need anything.”

She beamed. If made her look more ethereal than real. “Everyone needs something, Gwen.” She walked towards the window and yanked the curtains wide apart, letting in evening light into the room. It cast a certain glow to her face and made her brown hair look gold. Her face shown a bright golden hue too. “If you are going to become my brother’s bride, then this week is going to be very stressful for you.”

“Why?”

She faced me, hugging her arms. “It’s the King’s marriage. It’s going to be a traditional marriage. So buckle up. This is what it entails to be Queen; rituals, assorted weddings, playing dress-ups, shopping sprees, entertaining visitors and all that.” She demonstrated with her hands as she made her way to me. “It’s not going to be easy, considering you are a werewolf.

“Why do you people hate werewolves so much?”

“It’s not my story to share.”

“But you are one of them. You sound like… like you despise me too.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I don’t despise you. Why should I? After all, you are my brother’s mate…”

“Even if he doesn’t want me. Finish it.” I could hear it in her voice despite not saying it. Tears were stinging the back of my eyes but I couldn’t let them out.

It was enough they hate me. I couldn’t add weakness to the equation. He even called me a whore. What was I doing?

She didn’t say anything which confirmed what I said. Soon she bowed lightly and walked away, her palazzo sweeping the floor.

I watched the doors close behind her and at once there I was standing I pooled to the ground and shook with tears. What was going on? Everyone hated me here. Everyone, including the very person that was supposed to care for me.

Very soon a knock came on the door very gently. I stood from the floor and dusted my body, going to throw the doors open. It was a girl with an orange hair which acted like a canopy to shield her face from me. And she was really tall.

“Can I help you?” I asked, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

She lifted her bowed head and looked at me for the first time. She had a really lovely eyes, even if she was frowning. “My Queen mother said I should bring these clothes to you and prepare you for dinner.” She indicated a basket on the floor which caught my attention for the first time.

“What are they?”

“Clothes.”

“I don’t need them,” I deadpanned. “I am not hungry.”

“It’s a tradition that everyone dines at the same time in the palace. Especially dinner.”

“I am not yet married to your King.”

She shifted on her feet. It meant she wasn’t going to yield to me. I rolled my eyes and left the door open, going back inside.

“She said I should inform you not to be vexed about the state of your room. I will return in the morning to clean up and bring in scenting flowers to give the place a good smell and your linens and curtains vacated and replaced.”

“I don’t need this_”

“Not like we need you,” She said under her breath.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.” Her eyes bore ferociously at me before she huffed and sauntered in the direction of a door I suspect to be the bathroom. Did she just talk back at me? I was fast growing angry.

I wanted for nothing more than to beat the hell out of her. To show her I wasn’t to be trifled with. I am no mere werewolf. Despite being lied to by my parents and probably hated by my pack members now, my supposed parents brought me up as a brave female Beta. No one, absolutely no one will look down on me in this place.

But, I huffed and hunched my shoulders in resignation. They already despise me. I couldn’t give them more reasons to.

By the time I finalized scrubbing myself top to down, my skin pores felt alive, and soonest, I was fully dressed in an olive-green evening gown she chose for me, combed my hair and secured them at the top of my head in a neat ponytail, touched my lips with a little lipgloss to make it plump and applied the cologne I found on the vanity table.

I looked like me now; Crested moon pack queen bee, now going to be whatever-this-place-is-called Lycan queen.

Easy to say, but not as easy as I imagined.

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