The Lycan King's Doomed Bride

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of my pounding heart echoed in my ears, each beat threatening to burst out of my ri

ght. I really needed to escape from

..where a

tly hid myself behind a nearby pillar squeezing myself onto it

ere could

ately searching for my whereabouts. Carefully, I peered out from my hiding spot, observing their backs turned away from me. The

lmed me. I couldn't bear to persist in residing within this abho

I heard one of the guards say as he pointed t

to the palace secret exit. The knowledge of this hidden escape route was something I had stumbled up

all, causing me to stumble and fall. Wincing in pain, I peered upwards, only to find myself faced with my father's persona

ver me. It dawned on me that standing before me was none other than my father's unwaveringly loyal guard, Jarvis. Understanding that escape was now impossible, I forcefully rose

ncess?", he asked in a demanding to

, desperately seeking any possible escape routes. Deep down, I was aware that I couldn't possibly outrun

tly thwarted as he firmly grasped my hands and forcefully yanked me back,

o, Jarvis...I'

rivers, fervently begging him to release me. However, my heartfelt pleas were

d around me, leaving no room for escape. When I turned to face him,

or a brief period. He freely shared tales of his village and friends, painting a vivid picture of his life. However, as he gained my fathe

him as his pace outmatched my own. Raising my gaze, I spotted my father seated regally on the majestic throne, while my stepmother sat beside him

at him, desperately longing to wipe away his self-satisfied smirk despite his rol

nsformation, my father changed drastically, from an affectionate and caring father into a heartless and w

ays to inflict punishments. I vividly recall the period when I was unjustly locked away in a dungeon, deprived of sustenance for an agonizing three days. There were also instances when I was confined to the confines of

onally and mentally. Though I have contemplated putting an end to my suffering, I cannot muster the strength to do so. Both emotionally and physically, my father and stepmothe

ies, but she would do what little she could to assist me. Whether it was covertly providing me with sustenance during periods of starvati

ing to escape?". The anger was now evident on

ed to that man", I uttered

ion on that? You'll get marri

No

my father hates and despises me to the core, but I didn't even think he would even con

t marr

isclosed to me that he not only killed his own mate but also his second chance mate. Shockingly, now he harbors intentions of marrying me, seemingly

urge to flee in the first place; I refuse to get married t

again, I pleaded with my father, des

e to marry him. I'm willing to do anything

to me. You're getting married to him tomorrow, so you better save those tears of yours and go and prepare for your departure tomorrow. Take her away from my presence".

nd this. I'm sure of that

consumed me. Glancing towards Mary who came in a while ago, her expression was a blend of both pity and concern, but I knew deep down that she was powerless to alter the grim course that