Avenge Me, My Lycan King

Sasha

I was a common she-wolf omega from a small tribe in Sebher. Despite being regarded as a slave in the werewolf race, I continued to desire a mate who would embrace me for my true self and that I would love back unconditionally. I was already twenty-two, but still he had not appeared.

Little did I know that my fate was intertwined with the Lycan king himself as he showed up in our cottage one night.

He was in wolf form, standing on two legs, unlike any other werewolf I had ever seen who was always on all fours. His fur was a rich combination of copper and fiery red, such colors that I was so attracted to. But as he walked closer toward me, my heart pounded as though it was trying to escape my chest.

"What's your name, little pup?" the Lycan king asked, lifting my chin.

The initial contact of his warm clawed hand on my face caused a sudden jolt of electricity to course through me, making me gasp.

"A-Asha, your majesty. My name is Asha," I stuttered.

He narrowed his eyes. "My Oracle told me that I would find my mate here, and it seems he was right." He leaned in closer and sniffed my scent, causing my heart to race even faster. "You smelled like my favorite food, which I love to devour in just a few bites. You are mine now, Asha. There is no escaping fate. You will carry my heir, who will continue the bloodline of the Lycan race, the one who is destined to rule over all."

"Please, your majesty!" My father was sobbing as he begged for my release. "She can have a brighter future than being a prisoner in your kingdom. Please show mercy!"

My tears streamed down my face as my father's desperate words cut my heart even deeper. How was the Lycan king going to respond to my father's plea? No one dared to speak against him, and I feared the outcomes of my father's defiance.

The king's grip on me tightened, and I had to stifle a sob to endure the pain of his hold. "I have waited long enough for my mate, and I will not let her slip away now. Do you understand? If I hear even a single word of dissent from you again, I will crush the whole Sebher territory with a single howl!"

Everybody knew how powerful the Lycan king was. Aside from his special physical strength, his sonic growl had the ability to cause destruction on a massive scale. He could finish his enemies in a matter of seconds, no matter how strong and numerous they were.

Despite the king's warning, I could tell my father was not going to back down easily, so I stopped him before he could say anything that would further irritate the Lycan king.

"That's enough, father." I raised my shivering hand to silence him. He reluctantly stepped back, so this time, I looked up to the Lycan king and said, "From now on, I am yours. Just don't hurt my loved ones."

"You have made the right choice, little pup." He smirked, pulling me closer until my chest was pressed against his. His fur felt coarse and rough against my skin, but his grip was surprisingly gentle. "Prepare yourself, as our wedding ceremony will take place at night off the full moon."

***

The Lycan king took me to the island of Koulema, where his palace stood arrogantly in the center. Even though he was ruling the whole werewolf territory of Sebher, some sayings claimed that the reason he chose to depart himself from the other territories was to preserve his race since they were almost extinct. Only him and a few others remained.

It was an hour ago after the private wedding ceremony.

I stood by the window in a white silk gown, watching the black waters of Kuolema Bay sparkle in the moonlight. They said that some humanoid water monsters lived in those waters, but I had yet to see one.

I was attempting to relax while the king spoke with his advisors outside the room. My hands shook as I attempted to think about how to handle this honeymoon. I was inexperienced and had a small body. I wasn't sure if I was still alive when the sun came up the next morning.

But I wanted him. I could even feel my wolf pacing restlessly inside me, eager to feel her mate's touch.

I gulped when the door closed and a series of heavy steps approached. "Do you regret marrying me?"

"No, of course." A smile was already forming on my lips as I turned to face my husband. "I will never—"

My next words melted in my mouth as I saw a muscular man crossing the room. His jaw was sharp, and his cheekbones were chiseled. The fiery red fur he possessed transformed into a bronze, smooth skin.

He was perfect.

"You will never what?" he asked, and I could help but to gaze into those deep sets of gray eyes.

"I will never regret marrying you," I finally replied. "I admit, I was scared of you the first time we met, but now I can't imagine my life without you. I can't resist your scent, and it's driving me crazy."

His large hand cupped the side of my face, and I closed my eyes and sighed. "From now on, you will be called the Lycan queen."

"But I'm just an omega werewolf, not a divine being like you. How can I honor such a title?"

"Because the moment we first met, you had already captured my heart and soul. You are my equal in every way, my love."

Tears formed in my eyes. "Your majesty—"

"Maxus," he whispered. "From now on, that will be the name you will address me by."

"Maxus." I smiled. "My love…"