The Lycan King's Plus-Size Breeder

AURELIA’S POV It isn't funny how one can go from enjoying a relaxing dream one minute and the next minute, screaming, “Ouch!” One in this statement is me. I cried out when my body came in contact with the cold floor of my bedroom. I could feel the ache traveling across my body as I rolled to my side, hating the fact that I had to experience this pain again. It’s a shame to admit that I just fell off my bed for what seemed like the hundredth time this week. “It's high time I get a bigger bed, Lyon. I can't keep doing this.” I called out to my elder brother as I slowly pushed myself off the cold floor. Lyon was probably somewhere protecting the pack borders as one of the strongest warriors the pack could boast of and he wouldn't hear me but I was tired of experiencing this pain. I had outgrown this tiny thing I call my bed. One roll to any side of the bed and I will be groaning in pain the next second. I sighed wondering if I should just move into our parent's room like Lyon had suggested many times. Our parent's room was bigger and the gigantic bed in there wouldn't purge me like this one. However, I didn't want that. Sleeping in there would traumatize me and I know I could just move the bed into my room but that wouldn't be possible because my bedroom was too small. All odds were against me but that doesn't mean I would be moving into my dead parent's room. “I should start sleeping on the floor for safety purposes, I guess,” I murmured to myself, stretching my sore bones as I went back to bed to continue my beauty sleep. But of course, even that wasn't possible as my cell phone began to ring loudly like it wasn't the middle of the night. I frowned as I reached for my cell phone but that frown loosened when I saw the name flashing on the screen. With less hesitation, I answered the call. “This better be good, Charlotte,” I grumbled into the speaker. I mean, why was she calling so late at night when she spent the whole day with me? “Don't act all grumpy, Relia. It's just a few minutes past 10 p.m. It's a crime for a nineteen-year-old to fall asleep before midnight.” Charlotte, my best and should I add, only friend replied giddily. “Says who? Aside from the fact that you pulled me around the pack all day, exhausting all my energy, your theory is medically thoughtless so tell me why you called so I can get back to sleeping!” I countered. She was lucky she was my best friend. I probably would have ignored the call if it wasn't from Charlotte, the one person who had stood by me since my parents died… except my brother of course. I could bet my life that Charlotte rolled her eyes before saying, “Fine!” She inhaled and exhaled audibly, building suspense and annoying the hell out of me. “Spill it or I will end the call and switch off my phone—” I started warning Charlotte. But she interrupted my outburst with a revelation, “I have permission to attend the Westhill summer adventure this year!” My eyes widened and I jolted into a sitting position. “You aren't kidding are you!” I squeaked, excitement bubbling within me and casting my intention to sleep into the bin. “I am not, Relia. I am going on that trip with you after many years of sitting it out!” Charlotte exclaimed happily. I jumped out of bed and joined Charlotte in celebrating this win. This was our win. It is no secret that I have been dying to have Charlotte on the famous summer trip but her parents wouldn't let her leave the pack because they are overprotective. Well, they also loved her very much and I often envy that as I had lost my parents even before the summer camp trip began three years ago. “Brace yourself for an adventure, Relia because this girl isn't kidding!” Charlotte exclaimed into the speaker, filling my ear with happy sounds, and causing me to forget my sorrowful thoughts. I uttered, “This will be the best summer of our lives, Char. The very best!” “No doubt, Girl. We are going shopping tomorrow. I need some nice teenager’s summer camp-worthy outfit.” Charlotte giggled. “I can't wait to have this experience and memories with you, Char.” I breathed and sat on the edge of my bed. “Me too,” Charlotte stated but she didn't sound like it. Sighing, she added, “I just wish we had chances of finding our destined mates during the camp. I want to have my first kiss and do everything teenagers do.” If there was one thing I was certain of, it's that we wouldn't find our destined mates anytime during our lives. Why? The reason is that the natural force that helps soulmates recognize or perceive each other has been lost for decades. Some say the moon goddess has taken a break from her matchmaking duty while others believe that the moon goddess was angry due to the rampant rejection that had become normal among werewolves. Either way, I wouldn't be able to find my mate even if I had one because I haven't connected to my wolf beast yet… I can't tell if I have one either. I blinked rapidly to escape my thoughts as I replied, “You can still do that, Char. All you have to do is give someone a chance to—” “I will never create a bond with any male that isn't my soul mate and do you think—” Charlotte cut me off and began countering but she soon stopped talking due to a loud crash. Sounded like a mirror was shattered or something. It was from her place and that got me curious. “What’s that, Charlotte?” I queried with a frown. But there was no response from her. “Are you still with me, Char?” I asked with a deep frown, spending on my forehead. Still, no response. “Charlotte?” I called for her, getting off my bed. Still, no response. I raised my voice, saying, “You are scaring me and I don't appreciate—” There was still no response from Charlotte but a sharp shriek was all I heard. Charlotte screamed in agony, pumping anxiety and fear into my soul. “What’s going on Char? Say something into the damn phone!” I shouted. But Charlotte didn't. Instead, I heard crashing sounds before her voice broke out, sounding far from her cell phone, “No! Help! Please help!” “Charlotte! Char—” I whimpered due to the pain I heard from her cries. Within three seconds, the line disconnected and was lost. Her voice ceased and I was left alone in my room feeling like a lost puppy until my legs came alive again, jolting into action. Quickly and with shaky hands, I grabbed my bedroom doorknob, exciting the bedroom as fast as my weight would let me. I ran in nothing but my nightwear, aiming to reach Charlotte’s home as soon as I could even though her home was on the other side of the pack where we both grew up. My hands shot out to unlock the entrance door but to my surprise, the door opened itself with force. I backed away from the door, fear gripping my already fragile heart. I recalled the crashing sound that came through the speaker when I was speaking to Charlotte and how she screamed afterward. What if whatever happened at her home was about to play out at mine? My heart throbbed fast and sweat broke on my forehead. But I exhaled in relief when I realized that it was my brother at the door. Lyon's fierce face came to light and he shut the door quickly. I inhaled and exhaled audibly repeatedly to calm my erratic heart. “We have to get out of here, Aurelia.” Lyon, who had been peeping out the huge window close to the door since he entered the house, finally said to me. “Yes.” I agreed, panting like I just ran through the yard. “I was planning on leaving the house. I have to be at Charlotte because—” Lyon whisper-yelled at me, “Charlotte isn't the issue right now, Aurelia!” I flinched due to the harshness of his voice. If I missed the way he kept looking around the house and flexing his jaw, I didn't miss the fear in his dark eyes. It was almost as if my brother was scared. The last time I saw him like this was when the news of our parent's death arrived on our doorstep along with their lifeless bodies. Lyon was terrified and I would be a fool to not realize he was actually scared for me. “W-what’s go-going on, Ly—” I tried to ask. But my brother grabbed my wrist, cutting in, “There is no time to explain, Aurelia. The pack is under attack and the warriors are failing so we have to leave now.” Peeping by the window again, Lyon opened the door and pulled me out of the house while I slipped my cell phone into the pocket of my nightwear as I let the new information sink into me. “The pack is under attack?” I questioned with wide eyes. “Shush…” Lyon warned me to keep quiet, telling me that he needed to focus his senses on the environment and not my voice so he wouldn't fail at protecting me. However, I gasped, “That means something terrible had happened at Charlotte’s home.” or goddess forbid, to Charlotte herself. My heart constricted because I couldn't lose Charlotte for many reasons. “I have to go to her. She needs help— she needs me!” I whimpered to my brother just as I heard someone screaming right outside our dark compound. “She needs you to be safe, Aurelia, and I can't let you go to her—” Lyon argued, still whispering. “I need her to be safe as well!” I cried and snatched my hand from Lyon’s without stopping to think twice. Lyon should know that Charlotte meant so much to me. She was the reason I survived the bullies and also the death of mom and dad. It was all Charlotte. “Listen to me. I will get you to safety and go back for your friend, Aurelia. Please stay quiet and—” Lyon attempted to reason with me or maybe he was simply lying to my face but I didn't let him finish. I took a risky leap and began to run. “Aurelia!” Lyon growled but I was long gone… or so I thought.