The Lycan’s King Fake Bride

Chapter Three

Luther’s POV

I sat cross-legged on a chair as a man was dragged roughly over the floor, towards where I was seated. As soon as he reached me, he held my feet and bowed his head. His entire body vibrated with fear, and he was in tears.

My King, I promise, I had no hand in any of this. You have to believe me. Please.”

“I thought we all agreed not to use my real title here.” I ignored his plea and said instead, my tone as cold and emotionless as I had always known it to be.

“Forgive me, boss. Please forgive my stupid mistakes. He apologized in a shaky tone and I sighed and lifted my eyes to one of the many men that surrounded me inside the warehouse. With a motion of my finger, I signaled him over, and he hurried to me.

“Give me that.” I gestured to his pistol and he handed it to me before stepping back again. Bringing the metallic frame of the pistol to the man's chin, I lifted his head to have a proper look at his face. He had terrible bruises all over his face, a deep cut on his lips and a badly swollen eye that was shut close.

I am going to ask you this question only once, and I will not repeat myself again. So, think properly before you give me an answer.

The man shivered as he waited for my question. The pistol in my hand was still glued to his chin, unmoving.

“Who informed our rivals at Vixen pack about the arrival of the supplies, crossing the border?”

“I swear, it wasn't me, Boss.” The man cried as he brought his hands together in a plea. “There is a snitch among us, and it isn't me.”

“Are you going to talk, or not?” I took the pistol down to his throat and he trembled, waving his hand at me.

I'm going to talk! I'm going to talk!

“Then, start talking.”

“The driver and I stopped at the boundary for a rest, boss.” The man sniffed back tears as he spoke. And while we were at it, the men from the Vixen pack attacked us and carted away the supplies. I promise, I never gave out our information.

According to my sources, you and the other fools drowned yourselves in liquor and f****d the whores at Vixen pack. Which was why you were not able to keep an eye on the goods or defend them when you were attacked.

A greater fear crossed the man's eyes and his lips quivered. It was obvious he knew this was the end of him.

“Boss, please, I…”

Without waiting to hear another word from him, I lowered the pistol and fired a bullet straight into his leg. He let out an agonizing scream and fell to the ground, holding onto his wounded leg in pain.

Getting up from the chair, I straightened my tuxedo and walked away from the man, while some of my men and my faithful consigliere turned best friend, Zed, followed me closely from behind.

We have a snitch among us and it is not that fool. Find the snitch and bring him to me.

“Okay, boss.” Zed echoed after me and as we exited the warehouse and headed towards my waiting car, Zed added.

“Still, didn't you think it was rather unthoughtful of you to have missed your own mating ceremony because of this?”

My feet shuffled to a stop and I signaled my men to give Zed and me some privacy. With a bow, they backed away and stood several feet away from us. I shifted my eyes to Zed, and he stared back at me. Because he was my best friend, he was the only one who wasn't scared of my cold, empty eyes.

Ten million Nightbloom pounds. That was how much those supplies were worth. I said to him through gritted teeth at the reminder of how much I had lost. “Do you expect me to be having silly thoughts of a woman when my supplies were being hijacked from me?”

Zed sighed and looked downcast before he lifted his eyes to me again. I understand where you are coming from. But still, you are the Lycan King. And today is supposed to be your mating ceremony. The whole pack was excited and looked forward to this day. It is unwise to…

“Stop preaching to me and use that energy to find the dog who ratted out on us.” I cut him off and entered the opened door of the car. Before the chauffeur drove me off, I spoke to Zed through the window.

You should be grateful you're my best friend. I would've had you dead by now.

“Then, you will never find a true friend like me, even in your next life.” Zed threw me a smile and waved his hand at me before the car zoomed off.

………..

“How could you stand everyone up at your own mating ceremony?!” My mother stormed after me as soon as I ventured into the castle.

“I had very important matters to attend to.” I replied to her plainly, but my response only seemed to aggravate her the more. She took deep breaths to get a grip of herself.

Go to your bride's room. Now.”

I'll do that tomorrow. I've had a long and tiring day. I need to have a rest.

“No, Luther.” She maintained as she bared her teeth at me. “Do that now.”

“Fine. I'll do it. I replied with a tired sigh. I was not in the mood for my mother's long talk today. I would do as she wanted– go see the girl for a minute and return to my room as soon as I could.

As I left my mother's presence, I headed upstairs to my supposed bride's room. I knew the direction to her room because my mother had spent days setting it up and making so much fuss about it. I had never met a girl before and never for once tried to imagine what she could look like. I did not care, in all honesty. Never cared for anyone else other than myself.

Not after what happened in the past.

When I reached her room, I knocked on the door and a female voice answered from the inside almost immediately.

“Right. Please, come in. The door is unlocked.

My brow furrowed together, and I concluded that she was a foolish woman. Who would speak so informally with someone they had never met before? I felt tempted to turn my back around and leave, but I decided to exercise a little patience. Once I leave after seeing her, I would not see her face for a really long time.

Pushing the door gently open, I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me. But as I took another step, I froze to my feet and my pupils widened in both shock and arousal as I took in the sight of an unclad young lady, having her bath in the smart glass bathroom which had the transparent feature on.

Her back faced me as the shower from the bathroom ran down her long hair, and she delicately washed her body with her hands. Her straight slender back, thin waist, wide hips and full ass blocked my view, causing me to harden on instinct. I had never in my entire life thought that watching a woman bath would feel like watching a goddess naked.

I felt a strong, sinful desire of lust that I had not felt for any woman in a long time and at that moment, I knew I wanted her. I wanted to touch her, to bed her and to make her mine.

Well, not until she finally turned her head around, and she let out a loud horrifying scream as our eyes met.