Crowned by Moon: The Lycan King Prophecy

The shambles of reality. Vivienne's POV. “I swear to God, you are a b***h! A basic, attention-seeking w***e, that's what you are. I regret the day I decided to be friends with a slut” What the hell! Nothing prepared me to brace for impact at the words she fired at me unprovoked. I pulled the phone a few inches away from my ears, stared at my driver, and pressed it back. Harder. “Excuse me, what's this all about?” I asked, shocked and speechless. “I thought you were a friend, Vivienne. I thought you had my back but you turned around to stab me in the back,” she fired. I huffed and furrowed my brows in a confused stare, and tucked my loose hair strands behind my ears. “Brianna, what are you talking about? And I'd appreciate it if you stop calling me names.” “I'll call you whatever I want to. You do not deserve one bit of my respect. Wench!” she fired. “Hey! Cut it out!” My voice rose several octaves as I gnashed my teeth. “What has come over you? Have you lost your damn mind?” A cold silence enveloped us for a moment, wrapping us thin with a tensive air. I didn't understand why she was so furious with me. We had been friends for quite a while, and I really loved her company. We barely argued and even promised to air out our feelings if we ever had a problem. “So that's how we are going to do it, huh?” Brianna spoke up after a long pause. “Do what? Brianna I don't know why you are acting so…” A beep echoed in the air, cutting me off before I could finish my statement. I stared frozen at my phone, unable to believe the nerves she had in her. First, she phoned me and heaped all manner of names on me. Then, she hung up before I could even speak to her. Yeah, my veins were mere seconds from bulging out of my skin. I gritted my teeth in anger and turned off my phone. “That b***h!” I shoved it into my handbag and lolled my head against the window. I wanted to drown in my thoughts, seethe inwardly, and of course, impatiently wait for when I would get to meet her. She had a thousand apologies to issue when she found out she had just gone on a useless rant. “Ma'am… hello. Ma'am,” my driver honked at me. I flinched and clenched my fist. “My goodness, you scared me,” I clutched. “My apologies ma'am. You seemed lost in your thoughts. I had to…” he paused as I shook my head and hopped out of the car. My day had been ruined and an explanation wasn't going to make it better. I waltzed into my home and headed straight to my room. “Welcome ma'am,” one of our maids greeted with her head bowed. I nodded and continued on my way. “Uh, ma'am,” she beckoned with a shaky voice. I stopped and turned to her. “What? Is there a problem?” I asked, trying not to transfer my aggression onto her. “Your father has requested to see you. He's been calling you all day,” she muttered. “Tell him I'll be with him in a minute,” I gruffed, stomping up the flight of stairs. Her shoes squeaked on the marbled floor and she raised her hands to speak. “Lydia, can you spill it out already?” “Your father… he seems worried and I think it's urgent,” she whispered. I gazed at her expression for a second, then I took in a deep breath and walked towards her. “You know what, let's get this over with. I'm going to meet him now,” I mumbled a complaint as I knocked softly on his study room. I opened after a faint reply echoed in the air. He was on his chair, his suit perfectly fitted to his size, and his eyes engrossed in the pages of a hardcover book. That was my father, Mr Robertson. He was a nobleman with a deep interest in ancient books. If I weren't any smarter, I'd think he treasured his books than he did me. The only time he left his study room was to attend important meetings or have dinner. His silver grey hair didn't do much to make him look any older. “I heard you sent for me, Dad,” I said, brushing my blonde hair with my hands. My brown stripes were getting sharper and I hated the way it made me look. “Where have you been? I've been calling you all day,” he stated. “I went shopping and…” “You know what? I don't care, there's no easier way to say this, but you're getting married,” he cut in, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. I swallowed hard, my breath stuck in my chest. My head felt empty for a moment, then, like a trumpet, the questions came hornin’ through my mouth. “I'm sorry, you said what?” I uttered, cracking a fake smile. “You… are getting married,” he said, making eye contact with me. “You are joking, right? Dad, I just had a pretty rough day, if this is one of your episodes about maintaining a perfect image, you can…” “Our Alpha, Micheal Alaster, he'll be your mate,” he cut in sharply. I blinked profusely and bit back immediately. “What are you talking about? Have you gone crazy? I can't marry the Lycan king, he's not even my mate and I'd rather grow old and die lonely on the streets than live out the rest of my life with that cold, heartless…” “Vivienne!” he thundered, slamming the table with his fists. “This is not up for negotiation,” My jaw fell wide open. So I was basically a mere property to him. “Do you have a fever?” I questioned, unable to believe he actually thought I would remain silent and give in just because he slammed the table. “You look like you… No, you sound like you have a fever and it's altering your brain cells” “By noon, a ride will pick you up and…” “I'm not getting married! Not now and not to Alpha Micheal. He's a Lycan for goodness’ sake. Have you heard the rumours? They said he's this close to the devil. He doesn't even know me. ” I said, holding up a finger. “You don't know anything,” Robertson fired at me. “You need to do this for our family's reputation. Your brother's in college, I'm sure you don't want him to drop out,” “Of course not. There's no way he's dropping out, you can pay for his fees as you did mine” “That's what you don't know,” he bowed his head, looking away as he closed his book. “We are going broke, Vivienne. Our business is falling, the people are noticing our downfall and you are just out there shopping like there's no tomorrow,” he mumbled, springing up to his feet. I went mute as another bombshell dropped. Broke? When? How?