Forced To Be Mated To The Lycan King

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Sitting there in my car, talking to Medina her telling me everything will be okay. Deep inside I know it will be okay but for now the pain and the humiliation was unbearable I could not deal with what happened today, and with Veronica and the rest of the students. Asking myself questions like did Drako truly not want me as his mate? Did he really see me as weak? All of these questions dancing around in my head. I made up my mind not to go back in the school to take the rest of the day off and go take a walk to clear my head. I drove to the ice cream parlor 3 blocks from the school and got a chocolate ice cream cone, and walked towards the park across the street. Walking and talking to Medina she’s very comforting but deep down I know she is very hurt by the rejection.

Medina wanted me to shift to take a run and clear my mind. I was scared I never shifted before. During my studies I read that the first shift is very painful. I told Medina to wait until we go home we can shift after talking to dad. Medina whined and said okay. Medina seems very understanding and comforting it’s always a good thing when you and your wolf is very close and have an understanding.

After walking around the park and talking to Medina I checked my phone and seen that it was already 5pm. Forgot that I was suppose to meet my father after school. My father worked for the pack he was one of their top warriors and trained all the new warriors in the pack. My father was very strict, and demanding. Besides working and training all the new warriors I do not know what my father does during his free time. I mainly be home alone, I buy my own groceries, and pay all the bills. If it wasn’t for my job I would not have my own personal car.

Walking back to the car I’m thinking my father remembered my bday and might have a birthday cake waiting for me, or finally be able to tell me more about my mother. Every time I asked my father when I was younger about my mother he would always state that he doesn’t remember, and even if he did he would never tell me anything about her. I eventually stopped asking my father about my mother, and I would think about how she really looked, and just pictured her in my head. My father was a well known respected man around the pack. Everyone would always say your father is a very strong warrior you would think his daughter would be a strong warrior too. I can’t recall if someone had ever spoken any positivity about me.

Upon reaching my house my focus became unfazed, pulling up to my house I see four black Cadillac Escalades parked in front of the house. I started thinking is the president here with all this attention. All of the Escalades had tinted windows. You definitely could not see anything inside of the vehicles. I looked around and counted about ten buff muscular men standing outside the house by the front door. Tattoos all over their bodies, standing over 6’4. None under 6’4, compared to my 5’0 they are giants. I walked on the porches turning the doorknob prepared to walk in when I am greeted with the scent of Roses, Dark-Chocolate, and Forest.