Freya And The Lycan King

l or the long ride to this new home. Yes. So far so good, it felt like home even though my brain couldn't understand why. Still recovering from my tiredness

ime, I saw the detailed decoration. Everything is designed and made of gold and the chandelier shined with diamonds but I still cannot figure out how I

ow

ink, shower and every other thing my eyes got hold of are gold colored. And for a while, I thought he had an obsess

member being in his arms the whole time. I blushed when I remember the taste of his lips, his warmth breath and how I moane

stop coming. Maybe the water brought some charm

wedding, which now stinks. I'm not entirely sure if Iris has bought the clothes. So for a while, I stood in the middle of the ro

to look

omething I didn't get yesterday. Perhaps my mate had told them to treat me with respect. I nodded in return. I

, so white that I thought she just came back from seeing a dentist. Her waist swung left to righ

s he

e teeth once more. Yeah. I guess she has been to the dentist but wh

ross the entire space. On it are various dishes I have never set ey

nd keep staring, or you c

tone he gave back at Eastwood, a softer version seemed to have emerged. I strolled and found a seat

ed and his lips left no stains o

n the long list of questions in my head. I need to know w

ping from the glass. "You seem t

to the steamy room. Maybe he should do that part to me. Also remember being in his arms. I sigh. Maybe I'm just dum

ome green leaves, some other green stuff before him b

e least I could do is convince you to come upstairs." I co

rrectly, he carried me upstairs and we became

an!" I blurted. The words came forth before

ho wouldn't be arrogant in his shoes? He has the right to be so. The vast empire he ruled, the men he l

ol fr

he last I checked, talking over breakfast isn't good manners. And pra

d, so eager to

ide

me I wo

on his flesh. I'm just curious to know why— for some reason only known to him—I woke up alone. Maybe he wa

every possible 'maybe' but nothing. So I gave up, but my th

flushed, realizing that for the first time, he s

t my years of misery and slavery but I

t I'm still alive!" I'm particularly sure if that's the perfe

before you found o

cruel tone. He must have felt the connection during the wedding, or even before. But I don't remember seeing him

out so I struggle to reply. The word

you feel the connection!" a slight

r what? Is the murderous

lity of the matter." He sounds arrogant this time but I

you

phone. A gold colored objec

t. He has an obs

could hear the voice from the other end, thanks to my now-active werewolf ears but I c

e in an unknown company an

on my

ou

und his feet. Without saying a goodbye

rgent but I wi

*

ront door, tired and looking like hell. His face gave

w

e elevator witho

low

lved. And that's after I explore the area that has become my new home

these seemingly different species of werewolves do read. My f

bond that kept pulling me to him. My wolf can't contain the excitement of finally meeting her mate even thoug

nd. Few shelves with neatly packed books, mostly with animal pictures as I stared but my eyes didn't fail to notice the paintings h

y sleeping. Well, not that I'm here to steal anything. I can read, thanks to my adopted parent

amed around, and seeing no one was paying attention, I paced towards the glass that housed what seemed to be a special k

ears of existence, every bit of my nerve wanted to read, or at least know something I don't already know. But when I flipped the p

I knew the whole mat