The lycan king and his mate

Chapter 1

[Margaret’s POV]

When Armstrong was my boyfriend, Selina would never have dared to mock me in public like this. Armstrong would protect me. But now, I was angry and sad. No one would be willing to stand up for me anymore.

At that moment, I heard a commotion outside. At the same time, I smelled a sweet fragrance that I had never smelled before. I felt the wolf in me stir restlessly, constantly expressing her excitement to me. I sensed something.

Can it be that my mate is among the werewolf royal entourage?I wondered.

The fragrance changed gradually from faintly discernible to overpowering. I was almost knocked out by it.

If I were to describe it, it was probably a combination of everything I loved in the world.

The fresh air of the forest after the rain, the fragrance of plants, freshly baked pastries, white wine that aged well, sparkling and exquisite jewelry, the crackling sounds of a fireplace, and a man’s broad shoulders and firm chest… I took a deep breath. It smelled so good.

Then I heard someone shout beside me.

A group of giants walked into the reception hall. There were about seven or eight of them. Werewolves were considered tall compared to ordinary people. Anthony, who was an outstanding member of the tribe, was slightly taller than ordinary werewolves. However, these werewolves who came in were all a head taller than Anthony. The tallest one was probably close to 8 feet. Anthony looked exceptionally petite beside him, and Elizabeth was like a doll.

“Heavens, he’s so tall!”

“Look at his deep eyes. I think I’m about to be sucked into them!”

“The one beside him is not bad either. His shoulders are so broad.”

“I wonder if the Lycan King has a mate. If only it’s me!”

“Why would he find a mate from a small pack like ours? His mate must be a match for the royal family. It’s said that the Lycan King already has a girlfriend. She’s a female Beta.”

“That might not be true. I think I still have a chance.”

I heard the girls around me whispering.

I widened my eyes and looked at them. I could smell the pleasant scent coming from that group of people. I wondered if my mate was among them.

Which one of them will it be? Does he have the same strong feelings as I do?My heart thumped wildly. The wolf in me was jumping for joy. I even felt that she wanted to break free from my restraint and transform into a pouncing wolf.

Calm down, calm down, Betty,?I thought.

Something in me was screaming, I want him, I want him!

I could barely restrain my emotions. Like Betty, I wanted to rush out and hug my mate.

But not now, this is not a good time,?I warned myself.

As they walked closer, I sensed that the smell was getting stronger. I seemed to be intoxicated. I could not control my body and held onto the wall beside me. I almost drowned in the pleasant smell. I could barely breathe.

The cries of surprise from the people beside me grew louder. Their looks of surprise, anger, and jealousy were directed at me, but I couldn’t care less. I saw a man walking towards me. His body was like a huge magnet, constantly emitting a pleasant smell.

I breathed rapaciously, and moved toward him involuntarily.

His handsome face was like that of an ancient god, and he exuded a noble and graceful aura. He had long hair that was as dazzling as a god’s. His grayish-green eyes were deep and calm. He had a high nose bridge and plump, sexy lips.

He stood tall and straight. He was wearing a navy blue suit that fit perfectly around his waist and perky butt. His arms were strong and muscular, and his shoulders were broad and flat. He exuded a beauty that I found irresistible. It might have come from his power over all living things, from his looks that were comparable to a god’s, or from his charming soul.

I stared at him, mesmerized. I couldn’t believe he would be my mate.

This was definitely the most wonderful man I’d ever met in my life. Armstrong was like a child compared to him.

“Mate!”

He and I spoke at the same time.

Gasps could be heard around us, but none of us could care less. We only had eyes for each other.

I met his gaze. His eyes were gentle as he looked at me, exuding the aura of a born king. I saw the corners of his mouth curl into a smile at our camaraderie. I smiled too.

I couldn’t wait to run to him. The desire to be close to him and to have him took over everything in my mind at this moment. I’d lost all rationality, forgotten where this was, or who I was. I just wanted to run to my mate.

He reached out and caught me, lifting me over his head. I felt his strong arms as hard as stone. I felt some pain when he held me, but I liked it.

I liked the feeling of being owned by him like this, the feeling of us being one with each other in front of everyone. At this moment, I was the center of attention in the room. Happiness and contentment that I had never felt before welled up in my heart.

[Margaret’s POV]

He spun me around a few times before putting me down.

I stood firmly on the ground and tried to calm my agitated breathing before I noticed the malicious gazes around me. After my rationality returned, I felt uneasy.

I instinctively went to shake his hand. The gesture seemed to please him. He shook my hand back.

I looked up at him and realized he was looking at me too, those dark gray-green eyes smiling with pleasure. Suddenly I realized I didn’t know his name yet.

“You are…”

“You don’t know me?” my mate asked, raising an eyebrow.

I was actually still a little confused. The excessive joy just now had produced too much dopamine. I was still in a daze.

“I’m a little dizzy. You’re so cool,” I explained quietly.

This answer made him smile even more.

“My name is Donald. I’m the King of the Lycans.”

Donald?! Lycan King!

I was dumbfounded. My partner was actually the Lycan King!

I suddenly understood the gazes of everyone present. They weren’t for me, but for Donald. Perhaps everyone was surprised that an ordinary girl like me could win the Lycan King’s favor and become his partner.

Those people who used to trample me and look down on me must be feeling complicated at this moment. Even I found it unbelievable. I used to think that losing Armstrong would cast a shadow on my life like a permanent nightmare. Now I thought I might have gotten over it.

“Margaret!”

Elizabeth rushed forward and interrupted my reverie.

She looked at us holding hands and her gaze turned to my mate. She suddenly stuttered, “You, you…”

I looked at her. She was still not listening to me. She was not wearing the dress that I had prepared for her. Instead, she was wearing the clothes that she was familiar with. She was very beautiful, but it was not dignified enough to welcome the Lycan King dressed like this.

I suddenly realized something and turned to look at myself. A gray dress covered in stains, dirty shoes, messy and greasy hair, a puffy, lifeless face—what kind of image did I have in front of my mate!

I was too ashamed to show my face. My mate was so noble and imperious, but I was like an ugly duckling.Will he choose me?My heart, which was filled with joy just now, suddenly felt uneasy. I tried to retract my hand and stand tall.

But I didn’t succeed. Donald sensed my intention and held my hand tighter.

“Are you Luna of this pack?”

I heard Donald ask Elizabeth. His voice was so pleasant, like a pleasant cello, low and rich.

“Yes, I’m Luna Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth looked terrified. I knew this sister of mine. She was all about dating men and had never hosted such a big event. Fortunately, reliable Anthony took over.

“Honorable Lycan King, welcome to our tribe. I’m Beta of the tribe. We’ve already prepared food and accommodation for you. Please follow me,” Anthony said politely.

I saw Donald nod as he took my hand. We walked to the center of the reception area. We walked in the front, with Elizabeth and Anthony behind us. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elizabeth’s surprised expression. Actually, I hadn’t regained my composure yet. I just held Donald’s hand passively and let him pull me wherever he wanted.

I noticed his gaze was lingering on me. I felt ashamed again.

“Look at me.”

I heard him say and I turned my head toward him. From where I was standing, Donald seemed huge. The top of my head only reached his chest. I had to tilt my head back to see his face.

“Your name is Margaret?” he asked.

“Yes. Elizabeth is my sister,” I whispered.

“Elizabeth?” He seemed to think for a moment. “Your Luna.”

“Right.” Every time I admitted this to people, it made me feel a little uncomfortable. But now I looked at my partner and I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. I had the best mate in the world now. I didn’t want anyone but him.

But I was a little surprised that Donald didn’t remember her.

“Yeah, she’s the sexiest, prettiest girl in our pack.”

“Really?” Donald lowered his head and bit my ear. “But I think you’re the sexiest, prettiest girl in the room.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. In all my life, I’d never heard anyone say that I was sexier and prettier than Elizabeth. But my mate thought I was the better one in every way. Even if he was just trying to coax me, I was really happy.

“You’re also the sexiest and handsomest person in the room,” I told him.

Donald laughed softly, a pleasant buzz in his throat.

Seduced by him, I couldn’t help wanting to kiss his face. I reached out, moving my hand from his thick chest to his vibrating larynx to his sexy lips.

“What do you want?” he asked, grabbing my hand.

I want you,?I couldn’t help thinking.

I felt Donald’s chest vibrate softly against mine. It was only when I saw that he was smiling that I realized what I had just said. And in this situation, what I said was very much like a form of courtship.

“I didn’t. It’s not…” I want to take my hand back. I didn’t want Donald to think I was such an impatient person. We’d just become partners. We should spend more time together and nurture our relationship. I expected us to take things slowly, not do that kind of thing right away.

Donald didn’t stop me this time, but I could tell from his eyes that he was a little sorry that my hand left his.God, he really likes me.The thought made my heart beat a little faster.

“It’s alright, I want you too.”

I jumped. The words appeared directly in my heart.

I kept staring at Donald’s lips just now to make sure he didn’t open his mouth. Donald blinked at me.It’s him!

Is this telepathy?I wondered. Armstrong had done this to me before. Some werewolves awakened special abilities after their 18-year-old adult ceremony. Telepathy was the most common one. Generally speaking, the tribe would choose werewolves with telepathy to form a patrol team because it allowed them to communicate with each other more quickly.

I felt Elizabeth and Anthony’s eyes on me from across the room. Elizabeth’s expression was still somewhere between surprise and confusion. She seemed to be still processing the fact that I’d become mates with the Lycan King. But I didn’t have to explain anything to her.

“I have to go home tonight.”