Wife To The Werewolf Beast King

Many years ago, the kingdom called Vynsera on the southern border was gifted with a unique natural ore, which made it the wealthiest of all kingdoms.

It made other kings from the north, west, and east envious of this graceful land.

But King Edgar, being the powerful king, protected the kingdom from every harm, and no king was able to breach the walls of Vynsera.

Faced with the envy of other kingdoms and the relentless passage of time due to his human nature, Edgar made a choice.

He would create a king stronger than himself. King Edgar made his sons stronger by sourcing power from a five-hundred-year-old ancient werewolf beast who had different abilities in his venom.

He would inject his venom into their bloodstream in exchange for death, as he had desired to break free from his immortality and embrace death.

The moment the ancient being transferred his immortality, he became mortal, and, as promised by King Edgar, he killed him with his sword.

But the venom only manifested in Rhydian; the rest of his three sons remained the same, unaffected by the blood of the ancient werewolf venom.

And this proved to King Edgar that Rhydian was the strongest of his sons, and with the blood's call, he would be the perfect king that would protect the kingdom from harm once he could no longer rule.

It happened so fast. Just as King Edgar was about to die, Aidan unleashed a devastating attack.

With no hesitation, no mercy, he orchestrated a massacre eliminating every brother who stood in his way.

Rhydian didn't see his brother's attack coming, he was poisoned and stabbed by him. Aidan stood over him, watching with a satisfied smirk as the flames devoured his body.

And Rhydian's beloved wife, Reign? Aidan wanted her, but she refused to yield. So he tortured her.

He expected her to beg, and plead. But even on the brink of death, she spat in his face.

Aidan mercilessly stabbed her straight through the heart. And threw her body into the wild to be torn apart by wolves.

Everyone mourned their deaths, and the people were left no choice but to accept their new king after much brainwashing done to them by King Aidan.

Sixty days later, Rhydian and Reign were nothing but whispers of the past. But fate was far from finished with them.

The Return of the Dead. Rhydian should have perished in the fire. But the venom in his blood became him, and he rose from the ashes.

His wounds sealed. His strength is reborn. But he was no longer the man he once was. The flames had changed him.

Made him something more. And Princess Reign? She should have rotted in the wood. But a powerful mage found her barely breathing, her face unrecognizable.

With magic stronger than time itself, he rebuilt her. He gave her a new face and a new name. But her memory was lost and renamed Violet.

Aidan, blissfully unaware, stumbled upon her in the marketplace one fateful day. And just like that, he fell in love with Violet beauty.

He became enamored with the beauty of the woman he had once destroyed. And decided to make her his queen. But Rhydian is coming. He is determined to take back his throne.

He is desperate to destroy Aidan's kingdom and reclaim everything that once was his. Except his wife, he could recognize. Violet.

Rhydian had no idea of her identity as his beloved wife. The battle for her heart has only just begun, and the enemies are still waiting for the perfect time to breach the walls of Vynsera.

I walked down the stairs of the throne room, carefully lifting my dress as I took each step at a time.

My heart fluttered nervously under the weight of so many watchful eyes.

I was unsure how to feel beneath their gazes, but I tried to hold my head high like a proper lady should.

Except, I was not a princess nor someone of noble blood, at least as far as I could tell from the family I came from.

My father was a businessman who sold flowers, and my mother was a baker.

I was just a simple flower seller from the public market, and yet... somehow, I was lucky to be here.

King Aidan had said, "Your beauty is rare. Come with me, and you won't need to sell flowers on this street anymore. Instead, you'd be my queen who stands by the side of a very powerful king."

His words had left me breathless; my face warmed with embarrassment as I blushed at the image of them.

It felt like a dream-a jest too cruel to believe. But why would the King of Vynsera play a trick on someone like me? But it wasn't a trick. It was truly happening, and I was to become his bride. Today.

"She looks so lovely in that golden dress," a woman whispered, and I finally reached the end of the stairs, obviously without stumbling on my face with the heels I have on.

"It's not just the dress. She is truly a beauty," another voice, belonging to a nobleman, remarked. My cheek grew warm at the compliment.

Stepping onto the plush red carpet leading to the throne, I found Aidan's gaze fixed on me. His blue eyes held an intensity that made my breath catch.

"Here comes my bride," he announced, rising from his throne with a proud smile.

The nobles whispered among themselves, their voices filled with curiosity and admiration.

"I wish I had found her first." One murmured that he seemed like a king, possibly from a different kingdom. Aidan must have invited him to the wedding.

"How could a beauty like hers go unnoticed in the marketplace?" Aidan held my hand gently, leading me to the seat beside his. I sat carefully, unsure of how to carry myself in such a grand setting.

Then, he raised a golden chalice. "From this day forward, she will be my queen." The hall erupted in cheers.

I quickly lifted my glass, mimicking the gestures of those around me. My heart pounded, so many eyes, so many expectations.

I had never experienced anything like this before, yet something about it felt strangely familiar.

I felt as though I had experienced this life in the past, but it could only be a figment of my imagination, as it was evidently my first experience as a member of the royal family.

Music swelled, dancers took to the floor, and the celebration continued late into the evening. I smiled when spoken to and nodded politely when addressed, but my heart remained restless, as though I had a vague memory of this place.

Finally, the moment arrived. Aidan turned to me, his voice warm. "Violet, step forward." I hesitated before rising, my hands trembling slightly as I approached him.

The crown bearer stepped forward, offering the ornate piece to Aidan. "From this moment forth, she shall be known as Queen Violet," he declared.

He placed the crown upon my head with enormous care. Aidan smiles, then, without warning, presses a kiss to my lips. A soft gasp escaped me, my eyes widening.

My first instinct was to pull away, but as the room erupted in cheers, I closed my eyes, willing myself to accept it.

The night stretched on with music and laughter. until exhaustion set in and I wanted to retire to my chambers.

Wait, my chamber? I didn't have a room yet because Aidan hadn't spoken about it. Why did I claim I would retire to my room when I didn't actually have one?

My brain must be playing pranks on me again. But why did it feel as if I already knew these halls?

Shaking off the strange thoughts, I stood up and lifted my dress with one hand as I went to find the restroom.

A woman in tattered clothes stepped into my path. Her eyes held quite a warning. "I assume you're a stranger here." She said softly.

"If you were not, you would know the kind of man King Aidan truly is before choosing to marry him."

My lips parted, but before I could ask what she meant, she turned and disappeared into the shadows.

I stood frozen. Her words settled in my mind, unsettling me.

What kind of king was he? I frowned, thinking about how kind he had been with me. I couldn't stress myself over it. A maid found me and guided me to the rest chamber.

When I returned, the celebration had ended, and Aidan greeted me with a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Violet, Raya, and Sriza will take you to your chambers. They will serve as your handmaids." He said.

"Oh... Thank you," I say softly. "Will you... be joining me?" I hesitated, my fingers twisting together.

I wanted to ask about the woman's warning, but Aidan looked preoccupied, as if his mind was elsewhere.

"I will be with you soon. There is something urgent I need to attend to, and I'd be seeing King Ronivar off as well." He promised, bringing my hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss on my fingers before turning away.

King Ronivar? I frowned slightly. He must be the king who said in whispers, wishing he had met me first. The thought of him didn't sit well with me, though.

His white robe flew behind him as he strode into the dimly lit corridor.

•

Standing on the balcony of my chambers, the air felt cold and eerie. The sky was darker than before, and the wind blew faster.

The thick clouds, filled with storm and shadow, swirled like smoke above the castle's towers. What was it about the woman's words that kept occupying my thoughts?

It kept ringing in my head as if she had spells in her words.

I began to hear loud footsteps, as if people were running. I turned just as armored guards rushed down the corridors, their swords drawn. My heart was pounding heavily. Something was wrong.

"My lady!" Sriza appeared, breathless. I barely heard her. I noticed a shift in the sky. The clouds churned angrily, the air growing heavy. "We must take you somewhere safe!" Sriza cried, reaching for me.

A guard stepped forward. "By order of the king, you must come with us."

"There is no time to waste, Queen Violet!" Raya urged, her grip firm.

"What is happening?" My voice was small, barely more than a whisper.

Sriza hesitated before speaking, "They say... the king's dead brother has returned!" My breath tightens in my throat.

"He is not just a dead brother!" Raya corrected Sriza, her face pale as though she knew so much about him, her expression fearful and hopeful.

"He is Rhydian. The true heir to the throne." Rhydian?

The name stirred something deep within me. I should feel only fear, but instead... my heart ached.

Did they mean he was once dead and now he has returned?

There was no time to ask questions. The guards pulled me away, and the palace erupted into chaos around me.

"We all saw him die!" A man shrieked, clutching a little girl as he ran through the corridor.

"How can a dead man come back to life?!" A woman cried, hugging her son as if the man who had risen from the dead was coming to slaughter them both.

Wails and screams filled the air. Behind me, Sriza and Raya trembled, their hands gripping the folds of my dress.

The guard beside me stood rigid, his face pale with terror, though he struggled to maintain his composure as a soldier.

"Surround the palace and fish out every man who played a part in Prince Rhydian's death!" A man ordered with a growl.

We immediately locked eyes with him, just as Zevran attempted to pull me toward a secret passage.

I froze on the spot as a chill swept through my skin. My maids, on the other hand, closed their eyes tightly, ready to embrace death. Unexpectedly, the guard next to Zevran stood frozen, his hand tightly clenched at his sword.

Our eyes locked on the man before us; blood dripped from the silver sword in his grasp. He had killed many, I could tell.

The stains of red on his face and dark tunic proved he had slaughtered without hesitation. My mind raced to the children I had just seen clinging to their parents.

He didn't kill them, did he? My breathing hitched. Now, he was so close that the air around me seemed to thicken with an overwhelming presence.

"She should be the queen," he said, observing me carefully before turning to order the men beside him.

"Take her to the prince. He would like to have her. She's Aidan's queen."

"No, please!" Raya cried, falling to her knees to plead. Sriza joined her, lying flat on the floor in desperation.

"It's okay, Raya and Sriza. As long as you're unharmed, I will gladly go with them." I smiled softly at them, giving them a small nod, a silent command to run and save themselves.

They hesitated for a while, looking at the man with fear that they might die if they ran away. But the man nodded slightly, and they ran without warning.

As Zevran went with them, the other men seized my arms. I knew they were walking me down to the royal court because I could vividly recognize the path.

"What is your prince going to do to me?" I asked, forcing bravery into my voice despite the fear crawling up my spine.

None of them answered. When we reached the royal court, my breath hitched. Pools of blood stained the marble floor.

Lifeless bodies lay strewn across the room, and at the center of the carnage stood the man whose back was turned to me.

His sword gleamed menacingly, pointed at King Aidan, who knelt before him, in front of the throne.

He was trembling; his eyes shrank in fear. And then, I saw him. Rhydian. He was so impossibly tall that he made Aidan, who was not a small man, seem insignificant beneath him.

His shoulders were broad, his form powerful, exuding an aura of dominance that sent shivers through me.

But it was his hair, a cascade of silver that flowed down his back, untamed and ethereal-that made him look almost unreal. "What a fine man." I almost whispered the words, but I kept them inside.

Then he turned, and I forgot how to breathe. His eyes were molten golden, so vivid they glowed against his pale skin.

A long scar ran down the side of one eye, a scar that should have made him less handsome. Yet somehow, on him, it only added to his beauty.

Never had I seen a scar make someone this beautiful. But as his gaze darkened with rage, the gold burned brighter, shifting like molten lava.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest. I had never seen a man so strikingly beautiful. He was a force-untouchable, unreadable, terrifying, and mesmerizing all at once.

Aidan let out a sharp, breathless laugh. "How could you be alive?" Hatred laced his voice as he let out a sinister laugh.

"I killed you... and your beloved wife, who refused to be mine." His lips curled into a cruel grin. Rhydian's sword pressed harder against his throat.

Rhydian said nothing, his expression void of emotion, but the fire in his golden eyes burned brighter. "Killing you wouldn't be enough to atone for your sins," he said, his voice distant, cold.

"But I will make sure every piece of your body is fed to the palace hounds. And your precious queen..." His gaze flickered to me.

"She will be my slave. A reminder of your sins."

"No! Don't you dare touch her!" Aidan screamed, his eyes wild with desperation; he longed for me, but I didn't even know what to think about him anymore. After everything I've heard, I was already irritated by him.

If Rhydian made me his slave, I doubted it'd be enough to atone for Aidan's sins. What Aidan had committed was too heavy to bear.

The burden was too heavy to forgive. Aidan let out a dry chuckle. "Don't you want to know how she died?" He grinned wider, his eyes glinting with twisted satisfaction.

"I stabbed her... over and over. Then I threw her body into the cold mountains for the wolves to eat...."

Slash.

Aidan's head rolled to the floor. His blood sprayed across Rhydian's face right beside his scar and stained a side of his silver hair, yet he did not flinch.

He just looked around the room, as if seeing it for the first time.

I squeezed my eyes shut, nausea twisting my stomach.

When I opened them, Rhydian remained frozen, his sword slipping from his grip.

For a moment it felt like my eyes had played a trick on me, but he truly staggered back, his fist balled tightly, but he said no words, nor did any sound escape from his lips after hearing such words about his wife's death.

He stared at the throne in front of him, tall, cold, and stained with blood.

He stepped up slowly, leaving a trail of blood footprints behind. A man rushed toward him hesitantly. "Now that Aidan is dead, you should be king."

Rhydian did not turn to face him. His voice was emotionless. "I have no interest in being king." He exhaled, his broad shoulders rising and falling.

"I came for revenge. And yet... it does not feel like enough." Another warrior approached.

"We have executed all of Aidan's supporters, including those who contributed to your wife's death."

I didn't know why I was crying. My eyes were blurred with tears. It was as though I was having sympathy for a man I barely knew.

His story struck me deeply. I shouldn't be this affected, but here I was standing with tears streaming down my face.

"The people need a king to protect the walls of Vynsera," the advisor urged. "You must do it-for those who died fighting for you, and for..." "Don't." Rhydian interrupted him, his voice as piercings a blade.

Perhaps he didn't want to hear anyone mention his wife's name. Maybe he couldn't bear it. He seemed to be struggling to breathe after everything. "Call for a council meeting," he said coldly, walking away.

He even walked past me without a word, as if he had forgotten I was even standing there. "And the queen?"

One of his advisors asked hesitantly. Rhydian stopped walking. Slowly, he turned, his molten-gold eyes locking onto mine.

A shiver ran down my spine. I swallowed hard as my hand gripped my dress tightly because he began to approach me.