Despite the king's warning, I could tell my father was not going to back down easily, so I stopped him before he could say anything that would further irritate the Lycan king.
"That's enough, father." I raised my shivering hand to silence him. He reluctantly stepped back, so this time, I looked up to the Lycan king and said, "From now on, I am yours. Just don't hurt my loved ones."
"You have made the right choice, little pup." He smirked, pulling me closer until my chest was pressed against his. His fur felt coarse and rough against my skin, but his grip was surprisingly gentle. "Prepare yourself, as our wedding ceremony will take place at night off the full moon."
***
The Lycan king took me to the island of Koulema, where his palace stood arrogantly in the center. Even though he was ruling the whole werewolf territory of Sebher, some sayings claimed that the reason he chose to depart himself from the other territories was to preserve his race since they were almost extinct. Only him and a few others remained.
It was an hour ago after the private wedding ceremony.
I stood by the window in a white silk gown, watching the black waters of Kuolema Bay sparkle in the moonlight. They said that some humanoid water monsters lived in those waters, but I had yet to see one.
I was attempting to relax while the king spoke with his advisors outside the room. My hands shook as I attempted to think about how to handle this honeymoon. I was inexperienced and had a small body. I wasn't sure if I was still alive when the sun came up the next morning.
But I wanted him. I could even feel my wolf pacing restlessly inside me, eager to feel her mate's touch.
I gulped when the door closed and a series of heavy steps approached. "Do you regret marrying me?"
"No, of course." A smile was already forming on my lips as I turned to face my husband. "I will never—"
My next words melted in my mouth as I saw a muscular man crossing the room. His jaw was sharp, and his cheekbones were chiseled. The fiery red fur he possessed transformed into a bronze, smooth skin.
He was perfect.
"You will never what?" he asked, and I could help but to gaze into those deep sets of gray eyes.
"I will never regret marrying you," I finally replied. "I admit, I was scared of you the first time we met, but now I can't imagine my life without you. I can't resist your scent, and it's driving me crazy."