Lycan King’s Nemesis

Gwen??

“He is refusing to talk to me through the link, Gwen, I swear it.” Abby responded worriedly for the second time.

“But it’s been three days,” I exclaimed. I’m losing my mind. It’s been three days since we made out in my room and I made those statements. Since then, Ashton left the palace.

I was in my super high that I didn’t know when I said them. However, the instant I said them, Ashton had dropped me hard on the floor, the reverent gentility leaving him to be substituted with the cold animal I had come to know.

When I tried asking him what the problem was, he loomed above me like the devil Salsa as he wagged his forefinger in my face, his face like death as he spoke with no emotions, “you are nothing but a fuckmate to me and if you think what we did would change anything, then you must be stupider than I thought.”

He had stepped back to pick his towel off the floor, marched to the wardrobe to quickly dress up and the next thing he stormed out of the room, leaving me there gawking after him in wonder.

What did I say that was wrong? Was it wrong to profess one’s feeling to one’s mate? I knew he despised me, but for once I was delusional to think

he had changed. That he realized his mistakes and wanted to give us a chance. And then combined with what he made me feel right then, I forgot my reality and said it.

And till now, he hasn’t come to the room. Not even the palace.

“I think he has gone back to that cursed place with his mistress again.” I voiced the suspicion I’d had since he disappeared from the palace. Because the female hound called Merit was also unavailable and yesterday when I asked Tyler if he had seen her during their joint training, he replied in the negative.

Abby snorted. “Just because they are together now that he is missing doesn’t mean they are doing anything awful.” She made her way to me and sighed, looking ahead of me where the salutaries were dutifully busy washing the platform seats. “If they had as much as touched you know that you will feel it.”

I looked down at my hands, wriggling them. I agree with her. The last time Ashton did something like that with her, I felt it. It was like a knife was pierced straight into my guts. The pain_ “Arh!” I bent over, grasping my stomach.

“Gwen?” Abby fell on her knees before me and grabbed my shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“It’s happening.” I shook my head, the pain escalating. “He is_arh! Abby, it’s Ashton.” I was saying, tapping the grass.

“Someone get me water!'” Abby howled, and not long I felt a bottle of water shoved into my lips and started drinking. Nonetheless, the pain didn’t leave. Instead, it was increasing. Ashton was cheating on me. Again. He was cheating on me with that daughter of Jezebel!

I fell flat against the body of Abby and wept, refusing to hold back. It was no longer about the pain anymore. It was the grief from knowing Ashton had the nerve to still cheat on me.

For once, I thought he wanted me. Only me. He made love to me like he was obsessed with me. Like there was no other woman for him. Just yesterday I professed to him how I loved and wanted him. And he did this to me.

“I’m sorry, Gwen,” Abby was saying, stroking my hair softly.

Sometime later when he stopped what he was doing and I regained myself, I saw no need in staying back there to pretend everything was fine after the maids saw me fall apart, so I excused myself to go home. Abby left with me.

I lay in bed in agony, staring outside through the window when I heard a little chaos outside my door. I didn’t bother listening or going to find out what was the problem. I had more troubles bothering me that even though they said there was an attack, I would have laid down there until the enemy came to kill me.

“Get the fuck out of my way, little bitch!” I jumped up from the bed at the fierce sound of Tyler’s voice as the door swung open. I met his gaze. “Oh, my… pumpkin!” He rushed forward, as Kora moved after him, spitting fire.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I tried to stop him, your highness,” she relayed in fear as my eyes skated between them. I waved her off.

“It’s okay, Kora.” I mouthed, took the small napkin on the bed and wiped my face. I had stopped crying a long time ago but I knew there would still be traces of tears on my face. “Hey, Tyler.”

After hesitating for sometime, Kora bowed and left.

Tyler was standing by the bedside, confused whether to swoop in and hug me or stay at arms length to console me. “I was worried when you didn’t come down for your training. What’s the problem?”

“I’m fine, Tyler,” I lied, looking away, so he doesn’t see the sadness in my eyes.

I should have known better. “Gwen…”

“Please, Tyler…”

He sat down, damning the consequence. He took my left hand in his calloused ones. “You are starting to look horrible.” I snapped my face to him. He was smiling.

“I’m not!”

“I’m glad that got your attention, pretty bird.” He was massaging my fingers. “I heard what happened in the arena.” He was nodding his head when I pried with my eyes. “News fly.”

“I was… sick.”

“He cheated.” He blasted straight up.

“How?… that’s not it.”

“You might want to live in denial but we Lycans, we recognize a sudden ailment from an imposed one.”

I fluttered my head and tugged at my hand. He held tighter. “What can I do, Tyler? I’m tired.”

“You don’t deserve that asshole, if you ask me.” I grinned sadly, finding humour in his insult of his King. We have become good friends as we train every day, and if there was one thing about Tyler, he seem not to give a fuck about many things. “You need to cheer up.”

“But how?”

He stood and tugged at my hand. “Dress up.”

He nodded in the direction of the wardrobe. “No training today. We have to make this pain go away. I have the perfect place in mind.”

“Ty_”

“Go,” He urged, “No excuses.”

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