Two
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Chapter 2
"Now reject me, Catherine!" Alpha Damien's voice was strained as he stood behind Seraphina.
I let out a heart-wrenching scream, my wolf writhing in agony, and I was left with no choice but to concede to his rejection.
"I accept your rejection, Alpha Damien Blackthorn of the Silvermoon pack!" I cried out, my voice trembling.
I stumbled out of the room, my heart in tatters, tears streaming down my face like a relentless downpour. My destination was the nearby pub, where I intended to drown my sorrows in bottles of beer.
But now, I found myself in an unfamiliar room, sprawled on an unfamiliar bed, with a strange man beside me, both of us unclothed, and bearing the marks of our union.
Still standing before the mirror, I scrutinized the mark on my neck while using the back of my hand to wipe away tears. The present reality sharply contrasted with the memories flooding my mind.
Last night, I had been exploited by the man on the bed—my virginity taken, my neck marked. Alpha Damien would undoubtedly unleash his wrath if he discovered that I had been marked by a stranger. He might cast me out of his pack without a second thought.
Yet, why should Alpha Damien be angered? He had rejected me, and I had accepted his rejection. He had chosen to engage with his spiteful girlfriend in front of me. Why should I not seek solace with someone else? But I needed to flee this place before the stranger awoke.
As I splashed cold water on my face, I heard assertive footsteps approaching the bathroom. My heart raced. The stranger had awakened. Who in the world was he?
"Good morning, darling," the stranger's voice greeted, but I wasn't certain if he was addressing me. Last I knew, I had been mated and subsequently rejected, and I hadn't found a new mate. So why was he referring to me as his darling?
"Who are you?" I demanded, turning to face the man behind me. He stood tall, with a commanding presence, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to peer into the depths of my soul. His lips were perfectly matched to his sculpted jawline, and his muscular, imposing figure was a sight to behold. Just when I thought I had seen it all, his presence redefined the very notion of handsomeness.
"I am the Lycan King," he declared, each word carrying a weight that sent my heart racing within seconds.
I took a step back, a shiver coursing down my spine as I stared at the man who claimed to be the Lycan King, his bright eyes locked onto mine.
I may not have been entirely familiar with the Lycan King, but if he truly held that title, I knew I was in deep trouble.
I had overheard conversations among she-wolves in the Bloodmoon pack, discussing Lycans. From their discussions, I had gathered that Lycans were possessive, dominant, and often manipulative. The only advantage they had over werewolves was their ability to control their wolf, and more often than not, they possessed the most fierce and formidable beasts. The Lycan King, I was beginning to understand, was an entirely different level of intimidating.
"What happened between us?" I somehow found the courage to ask, my voice still trembling.
"You were incredibly drunk at a pub yesterday, to the point where you couldn't take care of yourself. I found you surrounded by some rogues who were about to take advantage of the situation, so I intervened," the Lycan King explained.
I had indeed been so intoxicated that I couldn't fend for myself. But did that justify him taking advantage of me just because he held the title of Lycan King?
"First of all, thank you for saving me. But can you please tell me what actually happened between us?" I inquired, locking my gaze with his now guilt-ridden eyes.
"When I brought you here last night, I placed you on the bed. However, you didn't want me to leave your side. You held onto me tightly and started calling me a strange yet familiar name," the Lycan King replied, his arms folded behind his back.
"A strange name? What name?" I slumped my shoulders, feeling a pang of embarrassment.
"AlphaDamien! That was the name you kept repeating last night," the Lycan King confirmed. My eyebrows shot up, and I felt a wave of shame wash over me. He was right.
"Are you talking about alpha Damien of the Bloodmoon pack?" the Lycan King inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.
"No, he's not the one," I lied to him, absently running my fingers through my hair.
But he knew Alpha Damien of the Silvermoon pack.
"You are my mate," the Lycan King suddenly declared.
My brows furrowed in confusion. How could that be possible? I had just been paired with Alpha Damien of the Silvermoon pack yesterday. Even if he had rejected me as his mate, I didn't think he could be replaced so swiftly. The Moon Goddess was rarely that merciful to me.
"But how? I already have a mate," I protested, my voice quivering.
"I can sense that you are my mate," the Lycan King explained, gesturing to his neck where he bore the mark. Unconsciously, I raised my hand to my own neck, feeling the mark once more.
"What does that mean?" I inquired, my voice trembling.
"You marked me!" He lifted his hands, gesturing to the air.
Unlike werewolves, who had their wolves inform them of their destined mates, Lycans had a more assertive approach. When a Lycan found their mate, they marked them. I recalled overhearing the she-wolves discussing this in the Bloodmoon pack.
"Accept me as your mate," the Lycan King implored, his tone carrying a note of desperation.
Confusion and tension enveloped me, turning this situation into another nightmarish chapter in my life. I needed to get out of here immediately.
"Where are my clothes?" I asked, my voice quivering with anxiety.
The Lycan King leaned closer, his cool breath brushing against my caramel skin, and declared, "You cannot leave until we are done. You are my mate, and I won't let you go."
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