Chapter 4 The Lycan King

Sylvia's POV

I finally got to the room my father was in, and my mouth twitched when I saw my stepmom beside him, sitting right beside with a frown on her face.

Her expression lightened when he turned his gaze towards her. She smiled at him, but immediately he moved his gaze back to me, her expression changed back to the hateful look.

Occasionally, I wondered why she bothered to hide her hatred towards me. It was apparent that my father hated me as well, so there was no need to pretend.

"I called you here to inform you of the decision I have taken."

My heart skipped a beat because I knew exactly what he was getting at.

"What decision father?" I called him as usual, even though he had warned me several times to refrain myself from calling him 'father' since I was nothing like the daughter he wanted. I wasn't Elizabeth, his favorite daughter. Yet, I kept calling him father, and I believe that was the only thing I disobeyed him for.

"You're 19 and clearly mature enough to get married. Your sister is 18, and she already has a mate, whom she loves. Sylvia, there have been talks going around about you sleeping with several men for pleasure and that is why you seem to be adamant in finding your mate and you, of all, know how that would affect my position as a leader."

I sighed inwardly. Why was it always about them and not me? I wasn't fazed by the rumor because it wasn't the first time I've heard something similar to that. What angered me was the fact that he was still comparing me to my sister. Who said I didn't have a man? I did, but the perfect daughter of his stole him away from me, or rather used him against me for satisfaction. Or maybe they were mates like he claimed and that was why Luca couldn't resist her.

The realization hurt even more because between me and Elizabeth, I was the better version of modesty. Elizabeth was flirtatious, and I've caught her several times making out with several men and that was why I never suspected Luca because I believed Luca would never want a cheat, but I guess the birds of the same feather flock together.

"I need you to understand that I can't handle more of the shame that you've brought me, and that is why I brought it upon myself to find you a suitable man. He might not be your mate, but that would be safer than tarnishing my image." he spat.

"I think what the alpha is trying to say is that you should be ready to meet your husband because we have only thirty minutes left." She said, only making it even worse.

I gulped down the lump that was stuck in my throat. "But I don't even know this man you speak of, father, how could you do this to me?"

"Don't you dare question the alpha," the voice of the Luna resounded as she snapped back at me before the alpha could even say a word.

Shaking my head, I have heard that often instead of a proper reply and now I needed one. "Why are you doing this to me? Why do you both hate me so much?" I croaked.

"You know better than anyone here. You're a bad omen and I regret the day you were born." he snapped furiously.

"But this is unfair, I would rather not get married." I said, hoping for a miracle to just happen.

"Well, listen to me Sylvia, you either get married to him or I'll kick you out of this pack and need I remind you how the wolves without packs are treated. Would you rather go rogue and leave as an outcast?"

I became silent because I could still remember everything vividly in my head of what happened to those who went rogue. "Father, please." I pleaded.

"Your father has done more than you can ask for, you should be grateful" she spat.

"But I would rather not marry him. Please," I said with beads of sweat on my forehead.

"You're begging, but you're not being polite." she drawled.

I lowered my head. "What should I do?" my voice broke.

The Luna smirked, probably glad to finally tame me. "You don't really have to do much. You just have to make sure not to return here and don't do anything that would tarnish the name of this pack, or else you'll regret it. And put on a new cloth because you look dirty." she said eyeing me.

I felt like scoffing. I knew perfectly well that once I say something to ruin their names, then the ruthless king would come for them. Somehow, I suddenly felt like I had a bit of the upper hand.

Knowing I could make this war they so desperately wanted to end continue make me smirk in inwardly. However my excited died down when I suddenly realised the possibility if he chooses not to believe me. It's not like he knew me, love me or even trusted me.

Still lost in my reverie, a maid's present snap me back as she walked in and announced. "King Alexander is here." She bowed as she informed us.

My father creased his forehead before nodding for her to lead them there. I panicked, I wasn't ready to see him yet. I was still trying to know my stand in this cruel world, and now I was getting married to the enemy.

I heard footsteps approaching and as the treading feet ensued, my palms became sweaty. I rubbed them together nervously as each powerful step he took, my heart raced and my courage dissipated.

"King Alexander," my father stood up to acknowledge his present, while I kept my head down. The mention of his name sent shivers down my spine.

"I think it is best if I go straight to the point. There is your bride." The man I called my father pointed in my direction. The knot in my stomach increased, and I felt like vomiting.

"Hmm. My condolences." The man's voice echoed in the quiet room. The hair on my skin stood, realizing the mocking tone he used. His deep voice sounded so familiar, and I became curious as the urge to look up at him rose.

"It's okay. I somehow hope that this marriage between us will end any hostility that we've had between us." my father said and paused, but he got no response from the man.

My throat felt dry with every seconds that went by. The man's presence was very overwhelming, and I found it hard to ignore it. I could feel this strong aura coming off from him. Was it because he was the Lycan king?

"Thank you once again for coming." The alpha's voice came again.

"Hmm." A short reply came as he turned towards me. Now I could feel his hot, scorching gaze on me. I slowly lifted my head with my heart beating in my ears before my eyes landed on his.

My whole being froze as my mind stopped for a while, unable to process anything. We both stared at each other, speechless, as my jaw dropped in shock.

Were my eyes playing tricks on me? How could this be? How could he be here? So, he is the Lycan king?!