Unwanted love series 1 Arranged Marriage To The Lycan Monster

Chapter 1

SERAPHINA

"You've what?" I screamed, shattering the glass filled to the brim with apple juice in my hand.

My father winced but did not back down. "I made a marriage proposal for you to get married to the Lyman King."

"You can't make me," I said stubbornly, crossing my hands.

My father pressed the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Sera, please, I don't have time for you to act like a child,"

I stood there, staring at him in defiance, challenging him. "I am not marrying one of them." I pressed tightly.

His eyes dropped; shoulders heavy from the weight of whatever he was carrying. 'Our debts are drowning us, Sera. The pack is divided. You are the only one who can save us now."

I looked up, arching my eyebrow at him in surprise. We were in debt? Of course, I know. I hissed through my teeth not buying into his pathetic excuse. "No!" I huffed at him. "You can't marry me off to a Lycan. We are werewolves! We're not even the same species! And to them of all people? They're monsters!"

Now sitting down on the edge of the sofa, he placed his hands on his knees. At only forty years old, he looked so much older. If he was given the same business opportunity as his business and pack rival; the silver fang pack, he would be in a better condition now. But the man before me was not only aged beyond his years but also broken. He had changed drastically after the death of mother, had given up on his business and left it to the careless hands of people he termed 'family'.

When he had mourned the loss of mother and decided it was time to take over the business, it was there that the problem started. The capital had been wasted, profits exhausted, and the company was now dwindling in massive debts. Ever since then he has been trying to generate income to settle it, but it seems we were just moving from fry pan to fire as the debts kept on increasing and spiraling out of control.

He looked at me with pleading eyes. "Believe me when I say I hate these ideas, but this is our only chance. You're our savior. The pack won't last longer if we don't ally with the lycans."

I shook my head firmly. "Get someone else to do it then, it is unclear to me why it has to be me."

"Need I remind you are the daughter of the Alpha of Violet pack, and the lycan kind grandfather himself demanded someone of notable status for the marriage."

"You say I am doing this for the pack, why don't you pick Clarissa or Juliet. They are my cousins and also of notable status. I don't see them forced into a marriage with lycans." I spat out, narrowing my gaze at him.

The word lycans burned hot on my tongue and filled me with a silent rage. I detested them just as much as they hated us. The werewolves and the lycans have been loggerheads since centuries ago, each trying to claim rights as the supreme. At first, it had started as a normal war between both species but the lycans took it to the edge. They conquered packs with nourishing lands and greater territory and took it for themselves.

Other packs surrendered as a result of the horrible things they witnessed and heard the lycans did. The werewolves were forced to live in squalor and act as if they were superior to us. And the lycan king who started it all was the same grandfather who wanted me to marry his son.

I'd heard plenty of Leone Night, the playboy prince made into king at the sudden death of his father - in a battle of a rogue attack - who was also a treacherous and wicked bastard, and was soon followed by the death of his wife and Leone's mother. That's a death I found more empathy than the father, king Roary. Not only because of my mother's death, but Queen Safira was known to visit violet packs bringing supplies and kind words to those who spoke to her.

I'd never met her but from the rumors, she was a contrast to her husband. And it is a quality I was sure Leone possessed as no changes had been made in the five months of his father's death. And to accept a marriage so soon after his mother's death showed me how much he didn't care for her.

Tears threatened at the back of my eyes, but I blinked them away. I thought of my younger sister, Freya. The bills, the warnings and constant reminders she has been sending back home. The threats she faced at school – my sister was going to be a drop out if her next fees weren't sent to her.

"I'll never forgive you," I whispered even though I knew he heard me.

I rose and stormed out of the shabbily and empty sitting room to my room. But my mind was already racing with so many thoughts. Was this truly the only way? Would I truly marry the lycan king to save the future of my sister and our right?

LEONE

"Grandfather, you can't be serious," I hissed, clenching my fists.

"You want the empire, Leone? Do you want your inheritance? And the wealth and properties? Then marry her. She's just a werewolf girl. It's perfect. In the sense of political, poetic, and it pisses off our enemies."