My Mate My Dilemma

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When I looked up, I saw the guy who had clearly saved me from that awkward fall, and to my amazement, there was one of the most gorgeous werewolves I had ever laid eyes on. He looks so majestic.

He helped me up gently, as if he had stepped out of a painting and was not even a part of reality. I thanked him profusely, but he just nodded and his expression was so blank that I could not tell if he was angry that I had gotten in his way and he had to grab me. Despite my gratitude, I felt self-conscious at the moment. Then, his eyes moved to my husband, and he said in a quiet, deep, and velvety voice.

but brimming with immense authority.

I was a little excited to know that the Lycan King had just saved me from such a humiliating tumble because I had heard so much about him but had never truly had the chance to see him in person.

"Should we start the conference right now, or do you need some time to resolve your family matters first?

My spouse looked like he had fallen on his face rather than time when I observed the instant crimson flush on his cheeks from humiliation.

"There are no problems at all; do not worry, we were just kidding about," the speaker said. "Of course, we can start the conference now."

The Lycan King gave my husband a long, drawn-out glance, but he did not make any facial expressions that suggested he was uncomfortable with what he had said. Afterward, he turned to face the conference and said, "It is alright, sir."

By the time he had disappeared from view I was near enough to hear my husband tell my nasty sister that he would assist her completely express her wrath towards me at a later time. Hearing him say that made my heart hurt, but I chose to ignore it and give the visitors my best performance.

He said that to my sister, then came over to me, gripped my hand, and pulled it nearly hard enough to split it from the rest of my body before growling, "Let us go."

I diverted my focus from Nadia, who was not even looking at me, since I could not stop hearing about the Lycan King while we were making our way to the conference location. It seemed like everyone was talking about him. He was staring at Sparsit, and every now and again their gazes would lock.

I focused my attention on the person they called Eric because I could not stand to watch that.

"He is the youngest Lycan King in history, did you know that?

heard someone say something, and a lot of people gasped at that.

How on earth is a young person able to perform the obligations of a Lycan King? He must truly be a kind person!"Oh, I wish the moon goddess had chosen me to be his destined partner, who would make me the happiest woman alive!" Someone heeplessly swooned, looking as though she might pass out if Eric even glanced at her, and everyone around her burst out laughing.

A guy with an adult voice cautioned, "Do not get your hopes up too high. There is a reason he has not met his mate yet. You know that kycans are different from other wolves like ourserves, in that they pick who they are going to love instead of having fated mates."

The rather experienced man had hardly even finished speaking when a woman interrupted him.

"I heard something completely different, and I am not sure who told you that." Oh, what were you hearing? In response, the man's tone alternated between ridicule and a faint whine of irritation at having his remarks cut off.

"Well, if you must know, I have heard that they are very gifted fitting partners, but does not that just melt your heart because it is so uncommon and precious?"

My spouse touched my wrist and tugged me till I was walking at his pace, which made me recognise that I had been focusing too much on the people and their chatter.

"Will you please act appropriately?" His finger dug like a needle into my wrist while he spoke in mind link.

"I really simply not bear you, you are such a pain,"

I quickly turned my focus back to the stroll since I did not want him to chastise me any longer, but I knew that in a little while I would make another terrible mistake and he would be behaving like a child again.

When we eventually made it to the location, I was quickly annoyed because, once again, I was ignored and made to feel as though I did not exist. The venue was exquisitely adorned.

That would not have been so horrible because I was accustomed to my husband either completely ignoring me or simply glancing at me when I was present, but it bothered me that he kept staring at my sister when I was present and there were people nearby.

I excused myself and headed outside into the garden because I wanted a breath of fresh air.

Nobody seemed to be observing me or even behaving as though the Luna that was hosting the annual gala was leaving at all as I took my time exiting the conference.

As an alternative, I witnessed everyone enthralling with my sister, treating her like a rare and precious pearl, and they all wished to strike up a discussion.

While everyone else avoided me as like I were the personification of the virus, everyone else wanted to talk to her and be around her.

I was putting one foot in front of the other when all of a sudden the heel of my shoe came off! I nearly fell, but I caught myself by staring at my final pair of high heels, which was excellent since it meant I would have to wear flats if anything happened!

My eyes started to well up with tears right away.

Was I merely a figurehead maintaining that role for my sister, or was I the Luna at all?

One day, I could easily picture my spouse instructing me to make room for him and my sister after I had packed up all of my belongings.

My thoughts had no trouble conjuring up that bright, snake-like smile that would envelop her face as the guards threw me out on my nose like a piece of trash.

Since it was clear that the public believed that my sister would make a better Luna than I did, I am sure that no one will even bother to defend me.

Perhaps some individuals were even crossing their fingers in anticipation of my final expulsion from my house.

When their relationship eventually becomes public, what should I do?

was a little taken aback because the cool breeze that gently caressed my face made me feel a little better. I also felt better seeing all of the lovely flowers surrounding me rather than having guests criticise my outfit and my appearance. Nevertheless, I was so engrossed in the new saying that I lost my sense of direction and ended up overlooking a step as I was going down. It was already going to hurt more than it would have the first time because I was still on the steps when I realised that my face was falling to the ground for the second time that day. I felt like I was dangling in midair with two powerful hands around my waist as I closed my eyes, waiting for the hit that never came.

When I looked up for the second time, I realised that the person who had said, "Salve me," was, in fact, King Eric of the Lycans.

It took me a little longer than it did the prior time because I was missing my heel when he helped me get back up on my feet. It was evident to me once more that he was expressionless. Was he this way all the time?

"You should exercise a little more caution than this; you continued to stroll about wearing a broken shoe heel. You will constantly fall if you carry on in this manner."

At that instant, I experienced an odd sensation of lightness in my chest.

In actuality, he was reprimanding me, but not in the angry, resentful manner that my spouse used to do so. Instead, I heard care and concern.

His tone was so soothing and soft.

She was staring at me too much for me to ignore the inappropriateness of his hand being on my waist. I turned to see my husband standing behind him as I heard a familiar voice interrupt me as I was about to politely ask him to let go.

When Nadia asked, "What is the meaning of this?" his face was as red as a tomato that was about to burst from shock.