The Lycan King’s Tribute

Noctune

All my life, I’ve been a runt, a virgin with no wings to fly. I’ve always wondered what it’s like, giving myself to someone.” - Enoma Pearl

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I felt my heart race as we advanced further, realizing this was a castle and bigger than I thought. The tiles were the same, violet and checked. The room consisted of the same dark lavender walls.

I noticed the walls were plastered in wisteria, with paintings on them. Some Blues stood at the door which read, “GRAND HALL” which made me know we were here.

“Lady Peach, welcome.”

The doors opened that instant, and the minute it did, a string of wanting laced within me. It was like an urge to go to something.

Sweat formed just on my hair sides, making me curious about what was wrong. This was strange. I thought.

What was happening?

“Now, quickly, go introduce yourself to your Masters. You must make them like you so the Games are easy for you.” Lady Peach advised.

The girls spread out immediately remaining just me and Destiny.

I cleared my voice nervously staring at her. “We should, go.”

“Yes, we should,” she replied.

Destiny went towards the right while I went straight ahead.

And then there it was. The tug, again. Like something was summoned to me.

And no matter how I tried to refuse, I ended up walking towards it.

Lady Peach said we had to find our Masters. He was our only way out. And something told me my legs were leading me right to him.

My body was taken over. And I just let it do its thing as I advanced, towards the unknown tug.

My brown flats climbed the stairway, with a purple carpet that extended along the middle to the top.

My heart pounded when I saw who it was, it was the same man from my dream. He was seated on a golden chair, with a smirk twirling his index and third fingers, which showed a purple energy in a thread like manner.

He steadily watched me, sat on the golden chair, and twirling his fingers to stay put, as he saw me.

“About time,” I whispered.

He smirked making me wonder. How did he summon me? Was there some sort of link that connected us? I thought, with another glance at his fingers which were now normal.

Feeling a bit nervous, I searched my mind, instantly with thoughts on what to say. I had to say something, I couldn’t ruin this…

“You’re beautiful. Much more beautiful than the dreams,” he started, “It makes me wonder if I was misled,”

There was this look in his hazelnut eyes that made one stare deeply at them. Apart from that, my eyes flickered over his black suit with violet traces, as he stared at me with a childlike devious expression.

“Excuse me?” I let out, arching a brow. “Why would I do that? I don’t even know you,”

“Lies,” he said with a grin.

I frowned with a glare at him, “You think I’m lying?”

“Your gesture says otherwise,” he uttered.

“That was a relief expression,” I said, realizing he referred to my first statement.

I had to try to change this tone. He was my only shot at getting out of here.

“If you say so,” he smirked. “I’m Daxon by the way, Daxon King,”

“Well, I’m Enoma Pearl,” I said, curtseying just a little. I hoped he didn’t notice the sarcasm in my gesture.

“Pearl,” Daxon said. “Where did I hear that name?”

He added those words making me wriggle my brows. I wondered how I was connected to KOTA. This was the second time someone said something similar.

Apart from this, he looked perfect, he had this dark lengthy hair that complemented his face, sprawling across.

“From nowhere,” I said, “I have never been to KOTA, nor have my bloodlines crossed your lands.”

I said, adjusting my position, then the exposed layer of bosoms the corset flared up before staring right back at him.

Slowly, I tried to breathe off the entirely embarrassed feeling, and the shy awkwardness as I laced my hands. Why did I feel this naked? Was his gaze related to this?

“Nice, but once more, it’s hard to believe. For all I know, you might be part of a hidden vendetta or revenge plan. Is my status that unnerving?” he said.

“I don’t understand,” I stated, only to pause. He thought I was here for a vendetta. Did I really look that vengeful at him? Tight lipped, I said, “Look, I admit that my face might seem like I know it all. But I assure you that I don’t harbor any revenge thoughts toward you.” I blurted, wondering why he made such accusations.

Who exactly was he that he had many enemies? I noticed his chair was separate from everyone. Was he perhaps a Beta…?

My hands fisted remembering how I was separated from Elena. Then mum, sat on that chair more ruined than before on discovering I had been taken. Only for him to make such accusations.

Now I know we won’t get along. I thought, hoping I endured throughout the Games at least.

“If you say so,” with his childlike gaze on mine, he constructed.

“Yes, and what’s this status you talk about?” I questioned, swaying my head as I said so only to see the guests, staring at us.

“You really don’t know who I am?” he chuckled, “Unbelievable.”

Something was wrong. Why were they staring?

I looked around, noticing the gazes increased with people even pointing. “I don’t and tell me. Are you some strong personality around here?“ I breathed out, waving it off.

It was probably my assumption. And maybe they weren’t staring, I was just imagining things.

“I am…” he trailed.

I folded my hands, patiently, “You are…?”

“I’m the Lycan King,” he said, drawing closer to me. His nose almost brushed mine, just like he did in my dreams as another chuckle escaped his lips.

“What?” I panted instantly, my eyes wandering that instant.

I was in front of the biggest game player. And I didn’t even know. “Why are you just telling me this?”

“You never asked,” he smirked.

“This… is insane,” I said wishing I never followed my instinct in the first place. I was standing before the King of all districts, and just blabbered to him like he was nothing.

What did I do? How did one escape this…?

“You have no idea,” he murmured, with his hands rolling me back into his arms. My eyes bolted, staring at him, wondering what he was doing.

Be careful with our reputations as Sands? I was definitely doing a great job right now. “Of what? What... are you doing?” I asked, staring at him.

“Preparing for our kiss,” he said, with a smirk as he scanned his eyes around, before landing his gaze on me. Daxon-I mean, King Daxon trailed his fingers around my chin, then back to my hair lines, and, once more, I felt naked to his gaze.

“You want me to kiss you, the Lycan King, in front of everyone? I just met you,” I said. This was unbelievable. Why was he acting like he had known me for a lifetime?

“Do you know how long I waited for you?” he leaned in whispering in my ear.

“What?” I furrowed my brows, asking.