Lycan King’s Nemesis

Gwen??

Ashton guided me out of the dining room by the hand, partially dragging me out of the dining, requiring I double up or risk stumbling after him like a pup in their early locomotive stage.

I endured it until we crossed the dining hall entrance and headed towards the stairs. Once we have missed watching eyes, I snatched my hand away from him and stepped ahead of him with a disgruntled huff.

“What are you doing?” He asked behind me. I didn’t stop, I walked faster. Because any minute, I will just shout down these halls without caring if the entire Kingdom of the bloody Lycans heard me.

“Gwendolyn!”

“Stop!” I flipped, my hands lifted above my ears defiantly as I rounded on him, my eyes in murderous slits as they flashed daggers at him. “I will not let you treat me like that next time, you understand?” I tilted my head his way. “You are such an obnoxious bastard who doesn’t put others into consideration but yourself!” I shook my head unbelievably. “What did I see in you, again?”

I didn’t let him reply, swerved and stomped off.

I could hear his fat steps behind me. But tonight, somehow, it looked like something was added to that drink ’cause right now, I feel possessed. I am seeking for a means to vent and if Ashton provoked me further, I am going to do something I will regret.

How could he do that in front of everyone? Tyler had been nothing but kind to me. Something Ashton finds abominable to do. Is he that averse to seeing me feel any form of happiness?

I flung the door wide open and hastened to the wardrobe, snatched the first dress my hand laid on and dropped it on the bed, followed by others. Turning back, I caught a glimpse of something yellowish on the chair and glanced that way. It was supposed to be my night dress. I went to grab it and tossed it back in the wardrobe.

Kora sure knows how to produce the most scandalous lingerie for me every night. Lingeries that have done nothing positive for me but exposed me to more of Ashton’s sexual injunctions in the name of fulfilling duties.

Still, no results.

Sex, no child.

Sex, without feelings.

Sex, without love.

Sex, in hatred.

I scrapped my hand on the side of the wood in the process of yanking out my underwear from inside one of the drawers and hissed in pain, tears choking on my throat.

The door opened. I knew that it was him. “You will not dare raise your voice at me next ti… what are you doing?”

I banged the wardrobe doors closed too loudly and started stashing the clothes I dropped on the bed into a bag. “I can’t stay in this room anymore. I can’t find sleep in here.” I managed to say.

“We have a duty to fu_”

“I’m on my period.” I didn’t let him finish. “I can’t.”

“But… how?”

I paused, anger seething inside me. This evening it seemed as though a demon was working with the forces of nature to unleash this thing I have been hiding within for so long. Why would he ask me that? I am a person. Not some tool. The fact that I have allowed him and his people dictate how my life has been here was because I thought he would see me.

However, after baring my heart to him today and he tossed it back at my face, I don’t feel like it anymore. I am bitter, I am angry and if time is not taken, I will snap.

I shook my head. It’s not worth it. “I already told you, I can’t. That’s it.”

“Are you trying to run away from your duties?” He was coming closer. My movement slowed as I monitored his mobility through the corner of my eyes. Alert.

Normally, when he approached me like this, the connection dulled me and makes me vulnerable. Not right now. Instead, I feel like attacking him by all means.

“You will stay here because there is no other place for you to run off to, Gwen.”

“Don’t call me that,” I shot up so fast and glared at him. “My name is Gwendolyn and that is the only name you are permitted to call me. As for your other statement, you can’t force me to stay here, Ashton. I am a person not some fucken doll. And if you try to be handy with me, I will shout so loud that your entire fucken Kingdom would assemble here and I will tell them what an asshole you are and how you raped me on our wedding night.”

“They won’t care…” He smirked devilishly, unfazed.

I shivered in alarm at his audacity. He was standing so close. My chest was rising and falling. Not from attraction. But, repulsion. “Then, try.”

There was a stare-down. I was literally saying everything with a half-wit, as well as overwhelmed by vexation. I knew he had the upper hand. It was my word against his and knowing this is his people, I knew they won’t bat an eye to support him over me.

Still, somehow I harboured that hope that despite how much he hated me, Ashton won’t hurt me.

“He is leaving,” he heckled, the wicked glint in his eyes replaced my sheer mockery which cast a defining glow to his expression, making me thirst for him. “If that is why you are pissed, then deal with it. You have a bloody game to plan, focus.” He lifted his finger and jabbed at my chest. “And don’t forget, we have babies to make. An heir to prove to the people that we are not wasting our time every fucken night.”

I looked away, took my bag from the bed and made to leave. I will enter the next room or the next, anywhere away from here. He doesn’t sleep here, but the awful memories here are already choking me.

“You can use the Queen’s chamber by the left if you want…” His voice sailed to me.

I snatched the door handle and pulled open, turned to him and said, “you are despicable.” Bad banged the door.

My heart was heavy, I was stumbling and the last thing I needed was to allow anyone see me like this. I needed my space, to be left alone.

So, when I heard footfalls coming from the front, I pushed the first door by the left open and entered, shut the door and flattened on the door with my head high and eyes closed. I let my bag slide to the floor to wrap my hands around my shoulders.

Slowly, I glided to the floor and shuddered as silent sobs wrecked my body.

Mates were supposed to be our best friend, our confidant and protector. They are not supposed to allow anything happen to you because anything that goes wrong with you directly or indirectly affects them. That is why rejection hurts like hell.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Why does Ashton hate me so much? Why must I suffer like this for someone I know nothing about?

Tears cascaded down my face as I tentatively touched the shimmering bracelets on my right wrist. One from Julian and the other from Tyler.

Does Julian think about me? If only he was my mate, would my life have turned out differently?

I stirred as I heard the door to the room I came from slam before Ashton’s scent flooded my nostrils as he walked past my door. Away from me.

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