Lycan King's Nemesis

**GWEN**

"Wait!" Tyler said, his left hand covering his engorged shaft as his right hushed Abby, taking a step toward me and then he stopped. "Gwen?" My ears perked. How did he know it was me?

I growled, lifting my frigid muzzle in the air. I twirled around, swished my tail, bent my upper body lower with my eyes at them, and then I stood and howled into the air.

Tyler snickered, the sides of his eyes creased in genuine happiness. Hold on, let's not get ahead of ourselves. They still had explanations to give.

"I don't get it," Abby grabbed the bed cover nearby and wrapped it around her body, her focus returning to me. "I can't believe this! Gwen, shift back this minute and explain why you are in a wolf form. I thought you said you haven't transformed yet."

"She might have transformed recently." Tyler defended me, taking the other milkish silk cover to wrap loosely around his waist.

"She was just here yesterday." Abby eyed me. "Why do you think she's the one?"

Hey, I am still here! I said in my head and while they exchanged doubts about whether it was me or not, I traipsed out of the room into Tyler's room and shifted into my human form, wore my gown, and came back in. "Holy shit!"Abby hollered, taking a 'trepid' step back. "You were right."

"I'm always right. I could catch her smell in whatever shape." Tyler sang and snickered the more. "When did it happen?" He asked me.

"Yesterday," I replied, now sure of how he knew it was me. Somehow, I felt fly that my friend knew my smell. I couldn't even stay mad at Ty even if my life depended on it.

"Wow," Abby purred. "I'm happy for you, Gwen."

"Abby," I pouted, "I really want you to be happy for me. Like, truly happy." I whizzed in a sultry ebb.

She splayed her hands. "I am happy. I know how much this meant to you, plus, now we have hope for the other stuff, so yeah, only a witch wouldn't be happy that her companion was getting her one wish."

Tears creamed my eyes. I couldn't believe she was saying this. I came here hoping she forgave me for what I did to her and now this. And yes, they haven't explained the position I caught them in, but the rage I felt at seeing them like that was dissipating and my former glee bobbed back.

I sniffed, looking around to clear my head and then I pointed at them. "So, that aside, what did I just see you two doing? Since when? I thought we were supposed to be 'pretending'." I stressed the 'pretending' to send home my point, with an air quote with my fingers.

Ty fell back on the bed, his legs splashed apart. His eyes fell to the floor unable to reach me. Abby didn't seem to be fazed. She only matched to the window and threw them open letting out some of the dense sex smell. She reclined on the seal, crossing her arms over her bosom to face us, eyes dole.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." Ty scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "It just happened. It's the first time."

"Yeah, it's the first," The way Abby said it, I knew it was a lie. I could perceive something stiff in the air between them.

"What do you want me to say?" Ty thrust at her, seemingly irritated by her comeback. "Fine, we kissed before. Before Williams died."

"What!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "What were you thinking?" I wasn't referring to anyone in particular. "What if Williams knew? Scratch that. Abby, I trusted you, men would always be men but_"

"I'm sorry, okay," Abby blurted, evidently not sorry, judging from her flat expression. "I-it was one of those moments I was carried away. I didn't know what I was doing."

I began pacing from one end to the next. I was not prepared for this. I could deal with believing they just fucked maybe because Abby was going through grief and needed a channel to release her pent-up emotions and perhaps, Ty was there and fell for her charms.

But then, that they kissed even while Williams was still alive, was totally inappropriate. It was something I couldn't stand for as I was a strong advocate of no cheating between mates. Abby cheated.

"Look, Gwen, we are sorry," Ty let out in a calm tone, gesturing with his hands. I couldn't believe he would do this. I thought he was better than this. "I should be blamed for this. I kissed her first." "That's a lie." Abby scowled at him. "I did first. You don't need to take the blame."

"It's not time for taking blame, stop being a child." He was being cold.

I saw Abby's face pulse in rage and quickly intervened. "So, what next? Is this how it's going to go now? Was that why you moved back here?" I jabbed at Abby.

Abby's hands lifted up in denial. "I swear, that was not the intention. I only needed a place to stay for a bit to clear my head. We didn't mean to do this. I was just... I am suffering, Gwen." Tears poured down her face.

My heart melted and the next thing I reached her and took her in my arms. I looked at Ty, still striving to wrap my head around this new development. His face was muddled like he wished to be me right now. Something crossed my mind. "Wait, when you talked about having a lady love you could never have, was it her?"

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Ty shook his head. "No."

"Then, who? Goddess knows I always wanted to meet this one woman that despite loving her so much according to how you spoke about her, you still went ahead to cheat on her." Abby pushed away from me.

I didn't care that what I was saying would hurt her feelings, however, it would be good she knew what she was up against.

"That's not important for now." Ty stood up, his eyebrow knitted. Is he trying to intimidate me into shutting up?

I scoffed. "Guys, I'm only being careful here. For everyone's good."

"We are adults. Allow us to handle this," Ty employed, matching to the door. "You can't always handle everything." "At least..."

"Let it be, Gwen." Abby touched my arm. I swallowed my words.

Tyler glanced at her, then at me. There was something different between the looks he gave us. I was so infuriated with myself for not seeing this. I used to pride myself in knowing when people are attracted to each other and no matter what Tyler said, he would not convince me less that Abby was not the girl he often fantasized about. "You can use that door." He pointed at a door hidden between the thick blanket of an expensive brown curtain, strode off, and shut the door after him.

I exhaled and went to fall on the protection of the big bed. I covered my face.

I felt another weight beside me and looked to my left. Abby ogled me, her face still innocent. She isn't perturbed at all by any of this.

Its consequence.

"You don't have to worry about me, Gwen."

"You are in grief."

"I was not in grief when I first kissed him."

"When was that?"

"It was one night I had a fight with Williams. He was becoming unbearable. I left the palace and came here. I didn't tell you because I knew you would prevent it. I made him do it." "Abby... It's risky."

"How so?" Her eyeballs slanted from left to right in askance.

"Don't you get it? Your mother, your brother knows Tyler is not your mate. What do you think would happen to him when they find out you two are fucking? They would accuse him of taking advantage of you and you know that won't be funny."

"I can defend myself against that."

"Abby," I twisted about and took her hands between mine. They were warm to the touch. "Are you in love with him?"

She looked down sharply. Then shook her head. "I'm not. I... I think it's his arrogance. I always had a thing for arrogant men and Williams... he was most of the time, erm... bending to my will."

"Many women would die to have a man that bends to their will." I cooed in a low voice, imagining her brother, the arrogant brute.

"Well, that's them." She shrugged nonchalantly. "As for me, I get turned off by it. Don't get me wrong, I loved Williams passionately. He was everything to me... except that. I would never have left him if he were still alive. I miss him." She broke down.

This girl confused me with her multiple masculine personality choices and I assume it all boiled down to her present psychology.

I scooped her into my arms and stroked her back. This was another mess to be cleaned. I didn't know how to as they were both my best friends, but whether we liked it or not, something had to be done to prevent bloodshed. "C'mon, Gwen, come down and share more about your shifting experience!" Tyler howled from downstairs.

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