"Such beauty!" I gasped, marvelling at the sparkle of the diamond ring nestled in my hands. My gaze lifted to meet that of my boyfriend, his eyes brimming with a warmth that spoke volumes. Though the laws of our age had yet to confirm our destinies, a deep, unshakeable feeling whispered that we were meant to be. His smile, tender and reassuring, seemed to echo my thoughts.
"This will remain our sweet, secret prelude," he declared with a spark of joy in his eyes. "Upon your 18th birthday, I'll make our bond official," he promised, his voice tinged with excitement.
"But... what if I'm not your fated one?" My voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding my heart, but he swiftly silenced my fears with a gentle touch to my lips.
"That matters not to me. Whether fated or not, it is you and only you, that I desire in my life," he affirmed, his voice heavy with sincerity, his loving gaze piercing through the veil of my doubts.
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CRACK!
A chill ran through me as a cold, indifferent stare bore into my soul.
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The fragrance of honey and the fresh, dew-kissed morning air assaulted my senses, nearly knocking me off my feet. I hastily shut my eyes, my heart pounding with fear yet silently pleading for this scent to enfold my beloved.
"Nem, open your eyes... please, my love," entreated a voice so sweet, that I found myself compelled to comply. My eyelids fluttered open, revealing the mesmerizing depth of his hazel eyes, filled with adoration and longing. Around us, the sound of applause barely registered; I was consumed by the moment, indifferent to how his parents or anyone else might perceive us. To them, I was merely a Lycan warrior, an orphan without name or title. Yet, in his gaze, I was elevated to something far greater. My prince... my destined mate. Gratitude filled my heart as I silently thanked the Goddess for answering my deepest prayers.
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CRACK!
The warmth of his hazel gaze shifted, straying to linger on the blonde hair of a woman standing by his side.
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"I, Marco Dorian Arlano, take you, Nemesia Fairsky, to be my mate and future Luna. With the Goddess's blessing, I will make you my queen and remain faithfully at your side till the end of our days," he vowed, his voice imbuing the traditional words with his own heartfelt twist. At that moment, I was engulfed in sheer bliss.
Whether or not he ascended to the throne mattered little to me. If it was his wish, I would support him every step of the way. The most precious truth to me was our unbreakable bond, promising we would always be together.
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CRACK!
I bit down on my teeth, suppressing a cry of agony.
"Your Highness, shall I proceed?" The guard paused, uncertainty flickering in his eyes before administering another punishment.
"No, that will suffice. She's surely learned her lesson by now," came the cold, detached response from lips that once spoke of love, that had caressed my skin with tenderness and smiled at me with affection...
I could no longer contain my emotions. Tears welled in my eyes, not merely from physical pain but from a profound sense of betrayal and loss. I had to speak up!
*Third person's POV*
"Are you serious?!" Nemesia exclaimed, spitting blood.
The silver in her system wreaked havoc, turning her healing wounds into bleeding sores. She lifted her eyes to the man who had promised to stand by her side and love her. The man she believed was sent by the goddess herself. They were meant to be together forever. She had done everything for him throughout their reign, dirtying her hands to ensure he remained an unblemished king in the eyes of their subjects. She endured the disdain of his parents, and the current rulers, and maneuvered him into the position of heir apparent over his siblings. She suffered and toiled for him because they were destined wolves. So why... WHY was he now before her, holding some scrawny blonde waif he had found battered in the woods? What did it matter that she was poor and had suffered? What did it matter how she was treated? Why was she crying at his side while Nemesia, his future queen and partner, was drenched in her own blood from the silver whip's lashings?
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She who cries wolf for You | Story of love and betrayal
Werewolf"Are you serious?!" Nemesia exclaimed, spitting blood. The silver in her system wreaked havoc, turning her healing wounds into bleeding sores. She lifted her eyes to the man who had promised to stand by her side and love her. The man she believed w...
