Lycan King’s Nemesis

Gwen??

The pack has been in silence with everyone shaken by the recent events that have been taking place. For the past three days, it has been calm and people tend to walk around in the shadows.

I haven’t been able to see Ashton as he has been so engaged with finding the miscreant that took the mate of one of the guardians. He is angry, I know. Everyone is talking about it.

I wish to speak to him because from what I heard from Abby, he seems to handle matters too rashly. I don’t know the history they share with humans that would warrant them taking one of them, or instilling this amount of fear in the almighty Lycans, but one thing was for sure, returning violence with violence can never be the way out.

Back in the werewolf Kingdom, due to my relationship with Julian and my fathers as the Beta, I was privileged to hear most of their deliberations. When things like this happened, there would be a talking-stage to find out what the other party wanted and a path would be created for negotiation and settlement.

Albeit, here is the Lycan Kingdom and from everything I have learned so far, everything about them was different from ours.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Today, I intend to go in search of Ashton to ask him what next. I am his Queen and despite him needing space to himself, to an extent I believe I should be present in whatever meeting they are holding as well be able to offer my opinion in any matter that concerns this pack. As his mate and Queen.

“Yeah, I like this one,” I said to Kora with a small smile as I observed my hairdo from side to side. “Thanks.” I stood quickly and looked around the vanity table to pick my scenting oil and dab on both sides of my ears. “You can inform Abby I won’t be joining her for breakfast and also, inform the dressmaker I will be needing a new pair of training garters.”

“Yes, your highness.” Korea bowed tentatively, turned and left.

I gave the mirror one last glance, snatched my purse from the bed and left. This morning I had opted for a simple blue flannel gown with a low bodice. At this time of the year, the weather becomes chilly, leaving the skin patchy.

And apart from that, I am feeling nervous. I haven’t seen Ashton for a while, I want to be able to breathe properly when I am close to him, and not get suffocated either by his charm or his coldness.

“I can do this,” I recited as I hastened out of the room for the hall that will lead to his private study where I hope to find him.

I took a deep breath in front of the door, lifted my hand to rap on the door, stopped and wagged my fingers in anxiety. I looked from one side of the hall to the next, biding my time.

Once I lifted my hand to rap once more, the door swung open and Merit stood there. With my hand still suspended, my soul was crushed. I rapidly swept my wet tongue over my dried lips and let my hands fall by my side.

“He isn’t open to seeing anyone.” Merit’s hands were crossed over the white polo of her bosom as she notified me haughtily. Her eyes were so lethal as they pierced me as if she wasn’t speaking to her Queen about my mate!

I stepped back, and looked down. Trying to quell my hurting feelings. “Tell him I’m here…” I’m not here to fight.

She stepped further, shutting the door, to tower over me. Perhaps, it was her form of trying to intimidate me into cowering before her. Inside, I was afraid. Of many things actually. However, I didn’t let my sight waver from hers. “I said, he is not receptive to seeing anyone right now. Go away!”

“Me_”

“I am his Delta and I know when he is open to seeing visitors. Come back next time.”

My blood boiled. I wanted to push and fight her even if I knew she was more powerful. But what would that achieve? Is he not hearing my voice? Or perceiving my scent? But he is in there allowing this bitch talk low at me.

I nodded once. “Fine,” I sighed. “Tell him I came.” With that, I swerved and walked away.

I went back to the room in despair, changed into my former training wear which was becoming too tight and left the room again. I can’t stay here or… I dunno.

Instead of going to the palace training ground, I signalled to the palace chauffeur who drove the car to me and stopped. I hopped in. “Take me to the guardian’s training ground.”

“Yea, your highness.” He drove off.

I haven’t seen Tyler since he left three days ago. I miss him already. I know I am not supposed to be around him after what happened, still, here I am going to him. I feel like venting out my pain somehow and he is the best person to do that with.

We arrived and I trudged to the ground, praying to find him there. I didn’t need to search as I sighted him fully involved in the mega-vent expulsion as he delivered clean punches and kicks to an unfortunate dummy by the end of the land.

I stopped behind him with my hands on my waist. “What has that unfortunate dummy done to warrant this, Ty?” He paused, twisted in my direction and at once his face warped into that soothing pant-shifting smile of his as his Obsidians found me.

“Hey…” His lips contorted to the side as he beheld me, adjusting the straps of his black hand gloves. He removed his earbuds and placed them back in their holders. “I didn’t think I will see you anytime sooner.” He drawled, as he stepped towards me.

“Sorry, I didn’t come sooner.” I morphed my face into a poppy apologetic look. “I am so sorry about what Ashton did. I-I totally caused it.”

He was still grinning whimsically. “You didn’t. I should have been more cautious… And I am not mad at you for not coming sooner.” He tilted his head straight at my face, pinching his orbs together due to the rising sun rays. “Are you okay?”

Truthfully, I wasn’t. Recalling what had landed him in the beef with Ashton, I covered up with a smile and bounced my head back and forth.

“I am…” I passed him on my way to stand on the other side of him. “I just want to train, Tyler… I need to take my mind off many things.”

“Does this have to do with the abduction?”

It wasn’t. Well, somehow, but among many things. So, I replied, “yes, exactly that.”

“I am too,” he sighed as he grabbed his bottle of water from on top a stone by the side and gulped down smoothly, letting droplets of it trickle down his stubble-grown jaw. The sun cast a golden glow at it, and from my angle, he looked cherubic.

I shook off the dark thoughts. “Have you gotten any substantial news?” I asked to distract myself.

He shook his head as he lowered the bottle. “Though, it’s left to the King to agree to their condition or give us the go-ahead to attack.” As he said that, his eyes sparkled more like he was delighted with the latter. Does he like bloodshed?

Wait… what did he just say? “What condition are you talking about?”

He positioned and wagged me to him. “The humans asked for the King to come to them alone if he wants the abducted woman alive. And you know how risky that is.” He faltered, his eyes narrowing down at me. “You didn’t know?”

Fucken hell!

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