Fated Reborn: The Wolf King's Bride novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Nyssa pov

The Lycan King.

The wolf who stood before me was none other than the king himself- my mate.

At that moment, I didn’t even know what I was feeling. Maybe it was the overwhelming urge to crawl into the earth and disappear. Or maybe it was the equally strong desire to drag my wolf out and smack her for making me undress, allowing Darius to see me like this.

Honestly, I think it was both.

Either way, I was losing my mind, terrified, humiliated, and barely holding it together.

Oh, and let’s not forget embarrassed out of my damn skin. I had just spoken to the king’s wolf–Silas and he’d called me beautiful. While I was naked.

“My king, I- I apologize. I didn’t realize you were here,” I stammered, quickly covering myself with my arms, my body trembling as I fought back the sting of tears.

But before I could say another word, I froze.

My eyes widened as the wolf before me began to shift.

The sickening sounds of bones cracking and reshaping filled the air, and I felt the breath leave my lungs.

Right before me, where the wolf once stood, a man slowly began to emerge.

And those unmistakable silver eyes told me that it was Darius and not Silas anymore.

“Fuck.”

The word slipped out before I could stop myself.

Slowly, I lifted my head, my eyes shamelessly trailing over the barely covered man standing before me.

And if I had to describe his body in one word?

‘Breathtaking‘

Maybe it was the mate bond making him seem more attractive than anyone I’d ever laid eyes on, but his body… gods, his body made my thighs involuntarily clench and a pleasurable shiver crawl, down my spine.

My mind was a complete mess.

I couldn’t think properly.

I could only look.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t even fully naked. Just standing there in nothing but a pair of briefs that barely covered his… well, you know.

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Chapter 18

I bit down on my bottom lip, my gaze shamefully glued to the outline beneath the fabric. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as a completely random thought flashed through my head.

Why the hell does he even have briefs on? I thought when werewolves changed, their clothes would be torn or was it because he was the king?

“Haha! You naughty girl. Just a second ago, you were regretting being mates with the Lycan King, and now you want already want to see him naked. I don’t blame you though, he is that hot,” Sheila teased, her voice smug in my head.

I blinked rapidly, mortified. A shaky breath left my lips as shame gripped me.

“Y–you, That’s not true-” I began to protest, but before I could finish, a cold voice cut me off, freezing me in place.

“My eyes are up here.”

I gasped, my head snapping up, and sure enough- there he was

Staring at me.

Frowning.

That was when it hit me, I had been blatantly checking him out. And this was the Lycan King we were talking about. The realization made my stomach drop. He could very well pluck my eyes out for such disrespect.

Oh Goddess, what if he got angry? What if he decided to call off the mate bond and perform the rejection ceremony today instead? The thought sent a cold shiver down my spine. It was entirely possible.

That couldn’t happen. I wouldn’t have enough time to do what I needed to do.

Narrowing my eyes with quiet determination, I took a deep, shaky breath and bowed my head in submission, quickly offering an apology.

“Please forgive me, my king. I didn’t mean any disrespect,” I said, my voice trembling as I shivered slightly from the cold.

For a moment, Darius said nothing. He simply stared at me, his expression unreadable, before stepping back and before I could process what was happening, something soft landed against me.

I looked up to see he had tossed my dress at me. Without a word, he turned away, facing the other direction as if giving me privacy to change.

“I-” I began, unsure of what to say, but he cut me off with a single firm command.

“Change.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I quickly stood up, cheeks burning in embarrassment, and snatched my underwear from the rock where I’d left it. I slipped it on and then pulled the dress over my head, all the while silently cursing the absurdity of my current situation.

When I was done, I gripped the hem of my dress, ready to speak but before I could get a word out, he turned to face me as if he had sensed it. His white hair fell effortlessly across his face, and his piercing eyes swept over me before he asked, without hesitation,

“Do you have a wolf?”

My brows furrowed in surprise at the question, wondering how he had figured it out so quickly.

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