Almighty Lycan.

Truth of the Matter

This chapter will in fact be  a bit longer than my previous ones. Please don't forget to vote and comment! Let me know how you're feeling about the story so far. Thanks bugs!

Also, there are some pretty unfortunate things that happen in this chapter. You have been warned.

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I couldn't breathe. The dress I was shoved in earlier was cutting off my oxygen. I had a wedgie somewhere underneath all the layers of skirts I was wearing.  The hairstyle I was forced to sport was giving me a migraine, and I was not a happy camper. At all.

I was sitting in Lola's room as she got ready for the ball her brother was throwing to celebrate him finding me. His mate. His Queen.

I wasn't ready to be a Queen. I was barely a werewolf. I haven't shifted into my fur in months because I wasn't comfortable in them. That's one of the reasons why I've been so irritated lately. Well, that and the fact that I've been scared for my life ever since I've gotten to this damn place. I hate living in fear. I've been working damn hard for me not to get into situations such as this and here I am.

"Hey, can you tie my corset? Pull as tight as you can." Lola asked me, scooping up her long and perfectly curled brown hair that appeared almost mahogany.

I grabbed the two strings that were laced up her entire back. I put my foot on her butt and pulled as hard as I could. That's what the maid did to me. It's only fair that Lola feels as uncomfortable as me.

I smirked to myself as I heard her trying to control her breathing.

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I stood at the top of a grand staircase in a ballroom that I didn't even know we had. I was hidden behind some doors, awaiting the announcement of my name from the King's lips. Ace.

It was weird to think of him as a king. He is the only Lycanthrope in existence. We are all just werewolves, minor creatures compared to him. He has been alive for some time now. His parents and him were the first and last Lycans to ever exist. His parents were murdered. Some say he killed them himself so that he could come into power early, some say they killed themselves because they realized that they had raised a monster.  

They're just stories. Stories that I was told as a child. Stories that we all were told.

I could hear him speaking into a mic to the crowd that had gathered in the ballroom below me. His strong but soft voice waded over the crowd, putting each and everyone of them in a trance. No one dared to speak a word. 

"My mate, Lindsey."

The doors I was leaning on in order to listen to what he was saying, bursts open automatically, and I stumble a bit out into the open. Thousands of eyes turned to me, studying every detail. 

I then wondered what it was that they saw? The dress that I wore draped over my body was a soft lilac color. It was strapless and hugged my upper body dangerously tight. My ribs were practically grinding against each other. It flared out a bit at my hips, accentuating them nicely. My hair was piled unto my head in curls, a few curls straying as if lost at sea. 

I was frozen on the stairs, my thighs quivering as stage freight suddenly overcame me. I searched the endless sea of eyes helplessly. I find a pair of familiar pair of soft brown eyes. Lola.

She smiled encouragingly at me. She gave me just a smidgen of comfort. Not that I would ever admit that to her.

I took my first step, my silver heels shimmering in the light. Then I take another, and then another.