Lycan King's Nemesis

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I've been in the study all day attending to the stacked ledgers that were submitted by the Pack secretary, waiting for me to sign off on the bills compiled by the different segments in preparation for the upcoming festivities.

I have been ignoring them for days now because of the attack and other distractions but today, I had persevered to finish assenting to the most relevant bills, especially the welfare team for the games.

Once done, I stretched my arms to pop my stiff joints and circulate blood that had clogged at some points. After that, I stood and went to the minibar to pick up a bottle of Madeira and a glass, going to the window to look outside after I poured the drink and took a sip.

It was approaching Fall, the season of festivities and procreation. It was in this period that the supernatural's experienced mass birth due to the cold weather which in the long run brought along heat for the females. For us, Lycans, the red blood moon would enhance all our abilities and made them potent as well as make us vulnerable to the moon. During this season, our savagery invigorates as a result of the effect of the red moon.

I gulped down the last of the drink as the air altered, the crescendo of the grasses amplifying as they danced to the billowing wind, tickling my ears. I smiled.

I loved this period. It reminds me of my father and how much he loved to sneak out by this time to go riding in the mountains. That was when I was little anyways. It changed as I grew older and he slowly turned into a shadow of himself, becoming too serious with everything.

I looked away from the window, certain of two things: it was going to rain cat and dog tonight and I needed my mate.

Lowering the bottle and glass on the desk, I grabbed my coat and wandered from the study just as the first sound of raindrops resonated on the high roof.

Merit had left some time ago after she realized I was not letting her into the study. What a pesky cunt. Yes, I enjoy using her to irk my mate, but I can't help but acknowledge how leech-y she can be.

Getting to the door of the chamber that my mate now occupied in her bid to show her rebelliousness, I knocked once, touching the zip of my trousers as her scent wafted through the rinks of the wood, assailing my nostrils. Like a fool, I inched closer and took a deep breath, raising my knuckles to knock again. Gently.

No sound.

"Gwen, open the door," I said, not in the mood to entertain her games tonight. The rain has intensified by now and so did the tenth building beneath my waist, below my brown knickers.

"Gwen, I'm serious, open the door or I swear I'm going to break this down _" Wait, was she serious about her earlier warning? I scowled at the reddish-brown oak door in anger-as if it was the cause of my misery.

I am the man, the King and no woman would give me a ridiculous condition not to mention my own mate. I grabbed the knob to force it open with one of my powers when the door threw open immediately and standing before me was not my little wolf, but her Doe-eyed maid.

I snarled, "Where is she?" I bypassed her before she responded. "Where is Gwendolyn?!"

"Sir-My King_"

"Answer me!" Has she gone to see that jerk again?

"My King, she has gone missing!"

I stopped. "Gone missing?" Fang jumped inside me in agitation and began whimpering. He jumped from end to end, flapping his tail nervously. "What do you mean by gone missing?"

'You have finally sent her away, cockhead!' Fang gingered, 'I told you you will scare her off but you didn't listen. Oh, my, what are we going to do without our mate?'

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"Calm down, Fangs, this is a joke. She can't escape." I told him, trying to wrap my head around what the little maid said. She was saying something but I was no longer listening. I searched the room, went to the bathroom and flung it open, but she wasn't there.

I raced to the wardrobe and threw them open. Everything was intact. I sighed. At least she didn't take anything. Meaning she didn't leave. She can't leave without picking a thing, right? 'Then, where is she, cockface?'

"Maybe we can fashion that out when you stop fuckening cursing at me!" I sneered in a cold voice, getting fed up with his arrogant ass. "She has nowhere to go. You heard her say it the other day. This place is her everything. We are her everything." I faced the maid. "When was the last time you saw her?"

She was shaking, sweat glistening on her body to show her fear. Oh, she should better be. Because if truly my mate escaped under her watch, I will have her head hanging by a silver stake at her homestead. "I-I- She-she-"

"Fucken be audible!" There was a knock at the door. We both looked there at once. In anticipation.

Abby came through, her eyes wide. There was something fishy in them.

I hurried to her, grabbing her hands to look into her eyes but she looked away to avoid my eyes. I knew that act. She always had it when she did something mischievous since we were little.

"What do you know, Abby?" I asked in a small voice, working hard to control my rage. "You helped her to escape, didn't you?"

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Her frightened globes reached me in a flash. "Escape?" She shook her curls. "She didn't escape. She went to the human's territory with Tyler."

My heart skipped.

If I am to be honest, I have never felt my heart flip like that before. Not even when Emma left me. "She did what? With who?" That good-for-nothing devil's foot! What did he say to her to convince her to go with him on such a death trip! "I swear I was shocked when she told me," tears shone in her blue eyes. "I thought she was joking but then I couldn't keep it to myself and had to tell you. When I didn't see you in your study I had to c_"

"You. had. the. entire. evening. to. fucken. tell. me, Abigail," I thundered, dropping her hands to step back. "Do you know what you have done?"

"I am so_"

"I swear in the goddess name, Abigail, If anything happens to her, I will never forgive you." I moved to the door, stopped and faced her. "Prepare to get married." And then to the maid. "Your head will hang, believe that." I stormed off.

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