Lycan King's Nemesis

Gwen??

When I left the house, I didn't know what I was doing or what I was going to do. All I knew was that I needed to be far from there. From my pack. Everyone.

They all betrayed me. Including the moon goddess. She gave me everything I wanted and then in just one day, in just one night, ripped everything from me. I had entered my car-Julian's car precisely and had zoomed off.

I didn't even know where I was going. I just drove. I drove until I reached the border between us and the humans but instead of driving there I reversed to the left and made for the formidable border we shared with the Lycans. They were a no-story when it came to the werewolf clan. We avoided them as much as we could because just as we were enemies to the vampires, we were more of an enemy to a Lycan.

To be honest, I didn't know what brought about the enmity, but the little I snatched from gossip, a Lycan Prince was once betrayed by a werewolf Alpha female on the night of their wedding. They had planned to marry and unite the two Kingdoms but the werewolf Alpha female dumped the Lycan Prince and married another werewolf. Since then, the Lycans forbade any dealings with the werewolf and killed anyone they met at sight.

In fact, crossing into their border, you become nothing but a rogue and prime suspect. And that was what I wanted. I wanted death. Someone to kill me.

As I crossed, my heartbeat increased, and so did my driving. I was speeding in such full force, expecting a pack of Lycans to attack me but nothing happened. That was strange. So I drove on.

I saw a crossword ahead and was speeding to cross to the other side, my heart still bleeding, and even tears were blurring my vision.

Then, boom, I started flying. I grabbed tightly to the steering, my eyes dilating in fear. Is this what death felt like? It was abrupt. I saw people in white. They were smiling, then my eyes started drooling close. Then everything went black.

"Do you think she will make it?" I heard a distant voice ask. Is that the moon goddess? Who is she asking if I can?... Wait, that's a male voice. It's supposed to be female_

My eyes snapped open in such full force, I winced, my hand flying to my head that was aching so badly. It was as if I was smacked with a big rock.

"I think she's awake, your highness."

Your Highness? What the fuck?

"Goodness, fuck!" The man cursed, and from my periphery I saw them approach, too pained to even turn my neck. It seems to be in a bandage. Even my legs were hanging! "Hello." The woman smiled charmingly at me. But not the man. He was scowling darkly. Like he had something against me. His eyes were captivating though. Concentrate, Gwen! Men are not to be trusted!

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The lady cleared her throat, gaining back my attention. Instantly, I made to stand, but her hands shut out to pin me down. "I know, sweetheart. You must be feeling like you are all sprung up to be barbecued, but trust me, it's for your own good. How do you feel?"

"That's right," My throat was dry. All parched up. "I feel... just like that. Water." She nodded, her mouth twisting as she made to leave.

The man came close, his eyes narrowing at me. "Who are you and what are you doing in my Kingdom?"

Is that even what he was supposed to be asking me in this condition? His Kingdom? Is he like the chief or whatever the Lycans called their head? Is he that selfish? A motherfucker from his so-called Kingdom hit me and this is what I get. Just great.

Calm down, Gwen. We've got this. "I deserve justice." Was the first thing I said.

His brows arched to the top of his head in an intimidating manner and perhaps it was in my head, but I saw his eyes lower a bit before that evil glint returned.

"Your kind entered my land without my permission, what makes you think I will grant you one?" Whoa! He knew I was a werewolf? Why was I still alive again?

"I was hit!" I winced once more, starting to cough. This man must be a complete asshat! How could he interrogate me when I just woke up from almost losing my life? To say I almost mistook him for the moon goddess. Wait, they even share the same attribute. Selfish, selfish fellows. Only out to hurt people!

"I do_"

"Your highness, I think she needs rest. Even rogues deserve reprieve when in this condition." The nurse, or doctor, materialized, still serving her sweet smile. But it was twisting my guts. These people are truly callous. Ain't everyone?

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"Very well. But you must give me a minute to confide something of prime significance to her after which I will be gone for good since she is already awake."

"Okay." The woman handed me the opened bottle of water and scampered out. Whoever this man was, I daresay he held authority. Where I came from, ordinary people do not exude the kind of energy I smelled from him, nor do they give orders that are quickly adhered to.

Once the door shut, he reached the side of the bed where my head was sprawled on the pillow and leaned in until our faces were merely apart, his breath fanning across my face hotly as he took in a deep breath as if sniffing my scent and then he lifted off a little bit, overpowering me with his distinct colour of eyes before he opened his mouth to say. "I know you are a werewolf." He expressed coolly, "... and I know why you came here, but if you think I am going to accept you as my mate, then be rest assured that you have failed. So I am going to make this simpler for both of us. I will reject you, and make sure that you are properly taken care of. But once you are fully recovered, you must leave my Kingdom back to your pack and never return."

"W-what are you saying?" Is he crazy? Mate?

He went on impassively, "I, Newton Ashton Montgomery, King of the Chronicles, hereby reject you as my fated mate. You are free to find love wherever you desire with whoever you want. But not here and never with me!" His eyes became stonier and scarier, my heart beat already picked up, a new pain started to build in my chest.

Is he serious? He is my mate. And he is rejecting me?

"Say something, dammit!"

What does he expect me to say? That I accept his rejection?

I was on a hospital bed with my legs hanging. I didn't even know if I was going to be able to walk again after being hit by one of his psychopath pack drivers and he wanted me to accept his rejection. If I thought this guy was crazy, now I think he needs asylum. "No, I will not accept your rejection, King."

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