LYCAN KING'S REVENGEFUL BRIDE

---AVALON POV---

"What's up with this beautiful nut job?'

His eyes was still gazing deeply into mine as he released a loud chuckle.

No way! Did I just call him a beautiful nutjob out loud?.

"You know, for a woman this beautiful I don't expect dirty talks from you"

"I_ apologize your highness". I quickly bow my head, he must not hate me before marriage. "It is alright, and always call me by my name. Afterall I am going to be your husband."

By his name?. Ares. I tested it in my head before saying it. "Say my name" he ordered. Why does he have to be so domineering?.

"Ares" I said. His name sounded so foreign to me. He has a particular Greek god name. Ares.The Greek god with the ability to beguile women. He also believes in women's rulership.

I like to read about that Greek god. Because of his abilities.

"Ares". Someone called from out side. I tilted my head to see who it was. And theAnd it was non other than his brothers.

"We have come to welcome your bride" Prince Dorian said.

"Is that so?" Ares asked. "Yes, ofcourse. We have to ask if she could join us for the dinner?" Prince Derrick offers. It was a dangerous offer. I could feel the sudden change in Ares features.

He didn't look pleased. "And why is that?"

"Why else?. To welcome your bride ofcourse" Prince Dorian replied.

"I am surprised as to why you and Dorian would love to have dinner with Avalon when she is not even my bride yet. Tomorrow is still our wedding"

"Yes sure, we know. She will be your bride nonetheless. It is just a dinner. We mean no harm" okay, why the enemity in the air.?

Prince Ares does not seem to have any ties with prince Dorian. But he and prince Derrick obviously are not on good terms.

They must have wronged one another. I can't help but want to know why they so much hate each other's guts.

Ares walked up to prince Derrick. He was a few inches taller and fearsome and dominating. How can someone carry so much personalities?. And I am getting married to him?.

"I am sorry brother but I must decline" he said to his brother's face, the guards on prince Derrick's side, ready to unsheathe their swords. Incase they were to start a, what? War? But they are brothers. They don't even look like brothers to me.

They were more of enemies to me.

"Ares, it's a dinner with her. Why are been so over protective?"

Dorian said, insinuatingly.

"You stay out of this Dorian." Ares growled at him. Growled?. Oh yes he was a Lycan, almost forgot.

Looking at both brothers, they looked like they were about to swallow one another.

"And why won't he be so obsessive?. This is the first time a woman ever comes into his life. Raady to stay by his side. If she does, that is. Every person that walks into his life always end up loosing themselves. Afterall he is just a half breed"

Okay, whatever that meant, it didn't seat well on Ares shoulders.

His eyes, darker shade. Like that of a certain wolf. Ashter!. I could remember.

If I don't stop this now then things would get out of control. I was the cause of all this. So I need to stop things from escalating into a Lycan and a half Lycan half witch war.

Moving on to grab Ares arm. I felt his arm stiffen then relax. Like he was responding to my touch. I liked that. That I was able to stop him.

Dorian looks surprised, all this while he had stayed out of it just as Ares had commanded. But when Ares' features relaxes, Dorian looked like he didn't believe what he had seen. Like he had expected that they have a fight.

But then Ares walks away leaving both brothers standing in the hall way.

Then he locked the large grey door. It was then I realized how beautiful the room is. Who owns the room.? I asked my self. It sure looks exactly like him. His scent all over the room. Scent? Yes scent I love his scent. He has a scent of vanilla mixed with pine wood. I know exactly what his scent is like.

On the left side of the room, was a blue chair situated right next to his king-sized bed. I studied the way his like the way his room have off this domineering ambiance.

He didn't have much things in his room. Just a chair near his bed and a lamb, for reading. He reads?. What kind of things does someone like him reads?. I didn't want to pry too much. But I can't help but be curious as I took one of the books from the shelf. It looked like it had just been read.

"What is love?" That was the title of the book. I open it, it was all blank till I opened the middle. I settle down on the chair.

He must have noticed I was busy looking around, interested in his books.

He said, "I will go have my bath now. Whatever you need, you should let me know". "Sure. I will your highne_um Ares" I corrected nervously. I didn't miss the sly smirk that graced on his cheeks.

I quickly resume to searching, as I eagerly open the pages in the book, searching for writing.

But there was nothing there.

I took another one all black cover. This one too was blank on the front pages.

And then I found it. Right in the middle of the book was an heavenly writing.

The person had a very great writing. They are all writen in black inks. I noted. I begin to read.

"Within my deepest darkness, we met like destiny. This is my first time writing in my mother's diary.

This night I met my destined mate. I didn't expect her to be so beautiful though. But I am grateful the moon goddess had decided to lift my curse. She didn't seem harmful and she was so young and oh so fragile. I could take my eyes of her. In those ocean eyes of hers. I could drown. Because of her I had survived. I am going to keep surv_"

I could not help but be curious of who his mate was. He so happy to have met her.

This must have been recently. The ink on the book was new. Did he just met his mate?. Rumors sure has it that he was mate less. In his writing I felt it, the longing, the joy, and affection he has towards his mate. So who was she?. Was she dead?. I keep reading through the book. If there was an hint of whoever she was.

That was all he had written. "This was the first time I am writing in the diary my mother

eading through the book. If there was an hint of whoever she was.

"...... Survival. I am disappointed as to how she was rendered broken because of me. But I have decided to make her mine. No more evil shall befall her. I would make sure of that"

That was all he had written.

"This is the first time I am writing in the diary my mother gave me"

How about his mother? I am aware of his father's death. But what about his mother?. I thought as he walks out of the bathroom into the room in a black robe. His hair wet, the water dripping all over his oh so beautifully tonned skin.

He just looked perfect. My jaw was long on the floor.

Until I noticed his look on me, that smirk back on his face. He smile, his beautiful dimples obviously as his wet dark inky hair fell right on the front of his head.

This man sure is down to earth. He is an epitome of beauty. There is no way one could deny it. Any woman would kill to be with him.

But I am lucky to be his bride. I can't help but be jelous of how he wrote about another woman.

I am his soon to be bride, mate or not. I am going to have my own way. I would avenge my sister's death. But then his affection for her felt boundless. Were they together secretly?. Or is she dead?.

Why else would he not make her his bride after he had been in search for a mate for a long time?