Lycan King’s Nemesis

Ashton pushed me off him so fast that I staggered forth but rapidly retained my composure and pivoted to glare at him in alarm. Is this the same man that had held me so tenderly just now, saying he was sorry for using his Lycan pheromone on me? Or did something posseses him that made

him do that?

His soft regard has slowly morphed into a dark scowl, his lips askew in disgust as he took me in. “Leave…” He brisked, nodding to the door.

“What- what do you mean by_”

“You heard him clearly, fuck off this room now.” The other girl snarled, stumping into the room, looking very angry. “You are such a shameless whore.”

“Merit!” Ashton voice rang in the room. Cold. Commanding. “Stay out of this.” He reached me, grasped my hand and started yanking me towards the door. When he noticed the girl made to follow us, he paused at the door and whipped around to say, “stay here.”

By the time we reached the foyer and was heading to the front door, I was yanking my hand, furious. I can’t let him kick me out like that. I am his mate. His wife. His queen for crying out loud. “What are you doing, Ashton?”

He made a throaty sound as he opened the oak door and swung me out, coming after me. “You will go back to the palace and wait for me. And don’t question my order.” He lifted his finger to stop me when I opened my mouth to refute his order. “Now.”

“Ashton, please, don’t do this to me…” My chest was heaving, tired from quarrelling. I am not like this. Hell, I have not even had a proper boyfriend before and didn’t know how a man was supposed to treat a woman in romance. All I had was Julian. And he respected me. Well, so I thought.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

All I am trying to say is, this whole new feeling, it was alien. And I am scared. I don’t know what I am going to do? Fight him? Beg him? Which would repulse him and make him harder and despise me the more? From the way his chest rose and fell as he watched me like a predator about to pounce if I did anything foolish, I knew my shimmering eyes were not softening him, instead, they seem to harden him.

I looked down at once and sniffed in, nodding my head. “Fine, I will go.” My lips warped in a long stretch backward as I kept nodding, twisting towards the car that had pulled up in front of us and the doors were open for me.

I moved towards it wordlessly. My body was moving there, but my mind was still here. Wondering what my mate was going to do with that other woman when I’m gone.

And it remained like that even when I got home. I went straight to my room, and started pacing. I paced from back to front and back. I was restless. If there was anywhere I wanted to be right now, it was with my mate and not here in this blasted palace. It has never felt more like a cage to me like it felt now.

I huffed and stopped pacing, strolling to the window to peer out. Out there in the grassland, there were giant horses, they looked so beautiful. I don’t know much about horses, but I admire them when I see them on screens. Seeing them physically now, they looked even more magnificent than the ones on Tv.

Maybe someday I will learn to ride one. I sighed and left the window meaning to change out of the confines of my gown. It was starting to itch.

I swung the wardrobe open and at once I got a certain feeling. I don’t know why, but then, I moved to my mate’s side of the closet and threw them open.

Empty.

What is going on? I panicked.

I slammed it close and stepped back, my mouth wide open and several thoughts cascaded through my head. Why would his closet be empty? I looked around, finally picking out the missing details.

The Hibiscus flower has been moved. The artwork on the wall was no longer there. The couch has been replaced. Everything was replaced!

I bent abruptly and swung out the drawer that contained his shoes. There were gone. Suddenly my throat choked with tears. I can’t take this. I can take anything from him, maybe anything but not sleeping away from him. This is the only moment I get to see him, feel him, and feel close to him. He can’t take that too away from me.

I hurried out of the room in search of my maid. I reached the kitchen in no time, the maids scurrying to gather together to look at me in stupefaction. I never came here before. “Where is she? Kora?” I asked, skimming my eyes about.

“I-I-” The most elderly stuttered, her head to the ground, unable to meet my gaze. “Your highness_”

“Where is she? I don’t have time for dawdling!” I snapped.

“I am here, your highness,” Kora matetialized from the back. I arched my brow in irritation. Why was she wasting time to come out before?

“Come with me,” I pivoted and left the kitchen.

Once we were out of earshot, I whipped around. “Where are my husband’s properties? His clothes, shoes, everything! Where are they?” My voice was shaking but I worked so hard to stay stable.

She looked down, her town hands entwined in front of her as she tottered on her feet.

I balled my fists. I don’t have time for all this! “Koraaa…” I groaned loudly.

“He-he ordered that they were moved to his other chamber by his valet before his return.”

“And you had the effrontery to move my husband’s properties without my permission?”

“I had nothing to do with it, your highness,” she defended, lifting her face at the same time to show her creased forehead. “I tried to stop him but he silence me with a slap. I am sorry.”

“He slapped you?” I was growing more pissed.

“Yes-yes, your highness. It won’t be the first time since I turned down his advances.” I shook my head, biting into my lower lips for mild temperance. I am going to skin that idiot alive for daring to come into my chamber to take my mate’s stuff-even if he ordered such rubbish-I deserved to know.

“Take me to him now,” I said in the most tranquil voice I could ever muster. Since he wants to be an idiot, I will help him be one.

Ashton thinks he could move out of our shared chamber so he could have the liberty of sneaking women into his room to do with them as he pleased, meanwhile, he was out of his wit when I threatened to have a lover.

I have to stop acting wimpy and start taking actions. He is my mate, and I won’t allow that wench, Meredith or whatever she called herself, to nab him from me. Nor, will I allow him to make a jest of my power in the palace.

I have to do something

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