Marked by the Lycan King

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Myra watched as Matteo walked out, still trying to understand what had just happened. What was his problem? Hooking up among unmated wolves was a common thing, and moreover, he was the Lycan king. There must be a lot of women around him already, for goddess sake, one came to find him today!! So why was he acting like this? What was the problem if he hooked up with her? She let out an annoyed breath and quickly pushed the thoughts aside.

She changed into the clothes the maid had given her, it was a pink floral sundress that stopped just above her knees. After dressing, she tied her hair into a messy bun and slowly twirled around the room, taking in how she looked.

It had been a long time since she dressed like this. Most of her clothes were hand-me-downs from Lyka, always too tight, sometimes even tearing when she wore them. She walked toward the window and looked up at the sky. The sun was blazing hot. What time was it?

Myra stepped out of her room. She still remembered the way downstairs, she had never really liked enclosed spaces, being in prison made her develop a little claustrophobia. What she really wanted was to go for a run. The wide fields she had seen from the balcony earlier were tempting. When she got downstairs, she saw an elderly man giving instructions to some servants. He looked up and noticed her approaching.

“My lady,” he said, bowing slightly.

Matteo had already briefed him about her, so seeing her here made him happy. He had watched Matteo grow up from a child, and more than anything, he wanted to see him finally find happiness. “His Majesty said you are free to go anywhere,” he added politely. “Your set of clothes will be delivered to you by the evening.” Myra nodded lightly. “Thank you.”

Just then, a voice interrupted. “Papa, I’m so hungry and tired and exhausted! Why do you have to send me to that horrible school? After all, I’ll still find a mate and give birth to many grandpups for you!”

A young girl in a school uniform walked in, chewing on roasted cashews and talking at the same time. “Now I’m starving. Has Chef Bruno made lunch? I’m dying here,” she added dramatically, dropping herself lazily into a chair.

Butler William cleared his throat. “My lady, this is my daughter, Bria. I apologize for her behavior.” Myra smiled softly. The girl looked about her age, maybe a little younger, still in school.

Bria raised her head and finally noticed Myra. She froze. She blinked once, then pushed her bangs away from her face like she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.

“Papa… who is this?” she asked, stunned.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh… you look like a fairy.” Before butler William could stop her, she jumped up and rushed toward Myra. “Wait! You have to take a picture with me. I need to show everyone I saw a real fairy today!”

She quickly brought out her phone, but before she could take a picture, William grabbed her ear and twisted it lightly. “Ow, ow, ow! Papa!” she whined. Myra couldn’t help but chuckle. The girl was adorable.

“That is His Majesty’s guest,” William said sternly. “You are not to disturb or offend her.” Bria made a small “oh” sound, then quickly slipped away from his grip and ran back to Myra.

“Hi! I’m Bria,” she said brightly. “I’m seventeen, still in school, and I cannot wait to graduate and find my mate. And that old man over there is my papa—very annoying,” she whispered, even though he could clearly hear her.

Myra smiled. “I’m Myra. Nice to meet you.”

Bria’s face lit up even more. “You look new here. Do you want to see the kingdom? I can show you around!” She pulled her immediately, not wanting a refusal. “Bye, Papa! I’m going to spend all your money!” she shouted with a grin as she grabbed Myra’s hand. Myra stumbled a little, caught off guard. “Wait, where are we going? And your dad looks angry…”

“Angry? Nah,” Bria said with a carefree smile. “Papa spoils me too much. He’s not angry.”

A driver pulled up in a sleek Porsche and stopped right in front of them. He stepped out and respectfully handed the keys to Bria before stepping aside. Bria caught the keys easily, gave him a quick nod, then turned to Myra with a playful wink. Hooking her arm around Myra’s, she leaned closer.

Myra blinked in surprise. “This… this is your car? You can actually afford this? But your dad is a butler.”

“I know, babe,” Bria said with a grin, clearly used to the question. “My dad is a butler, but not for just anyone. He serves the Lycan king. And trust me, His Majesty is very generous to him, and to me.” She shrugged casually. “And he’s old, so I have to enjoy it for him.” She pulled out a pair of sunglasses from her bag, slid them onto her face, and flashed a cheeky smile. “Come on, let’s go shopping.” Before Lyra could respond properly, Bria hopped into the driver’s seat after forcing Myra to the passenger seat, and the car zoomed off.

The land stretched endlessly as they drove. After a while, they reached a large gate. Bria greeted one of the guards with a bright smile, and he immediately opened it for her.

As they passed through, Myra finally began to see more signs of life. Soon, they entered a bustling city. Myra’s eyes widened. Everything looked so advanced, the buildings, the fashion, even the technology. It was nothing like what she was used to.

The car finally came to a stop. “Come on, babe, we’re here,” Bria said excitedly. “Let’s spend my dad’s money today. I’m about to max out his card.”

She grabbed Myra’s hand and dragged her along. They entered a huge mall, packed with people. Myra was stunned. She had never seen a place this lively before.

Bria didn’t give her time to admire it. “Let’s go! We’re getting dresses, sexy ones. And oh! I want to check out that new bag too. What do you want? Anything you like, I’ll buy it for you. First-time treat.” Myra shook her head. “I don’t want anything. Save your dad’s money.”

Bria pouted immediately. “Hell no!” She grabbed Myra again and dragged her into a clothing store. Picking out several dresses, she shoved them into Myra’s hands.

“Go on, try them!” she said, pushing her toward the dressing room.

While waiting, Bria pulled out her phone, snapping pictures and posting them, adding captions and watching the likes and comments roll in with a satisfied smile. Then suddenly, the moment was ruined, a sharp and mocking voice came from behind her, “What is a servant’s daughter doing here?”