How the hell it is possible that you are my mate. Moon goddess must be joking” 
Hearing his disappointment, my happiness from our moment before disappeared in thin air. “I, Benjamin Franklin, Alpha of Blood Moon Pack, rejects you, Jasmine Adams, as my mate and future Luna of this pack.” 
            His words shattered my heart in thousand pieces making me lose last hope of my life. I collapsed on ground with tears falling from my eyes. “Accept the damn rejection. Now.” He growled angrily. “I, Jasmine Adams, accept your rejection as your mate and future Luna of Blood Moon Pack.” “Good you are not allowed to tell anyone about this mistake”  He used his Alpha command on me. “Yes Alpha.” Words left from my mouth in a whisper and I lost consciousness. 
       “I was sprinting in deep forest blindly. Monster behind me was chasing me like crazy predator hunting his prey. He was getting closer with every passing second and I made up my mind for worst death possible. Suddenly, he jumped to come in front of me and pinned me to the ground growling loudly. I closed my eyes and waited for his claws to slit my throat. To my surprise, he lean in closer and sniffed my neck. “Mate” he whispered. Hearing this word again made me panic “Am I going to face another rejection? Moon goddess can’t be this cruel to me.”

Lycan King's Cursed Erasthai

East wing, King’s castle, lycan’s Capital.


A man wearing black cloak was standing next to window, admiring the moon. His face covered by hood, concealing his identity. Door was knocked, fetching him back to reality.


He ordered in stern voice, annoyed at uninvited visitor.


Two men wearing same black cloak entered the room, revealing their young pale faces.


“Sire, we have a good news. Mage has said that all our worries are about to end, Dark Lord has returned.”


His voice was shaking with surprise, his happiness evident from his hurried steps.


One boy presented him a piece of parchment before leaving the room with his companion.


The man examined the writing, chuckled at the name “Fiona”, touching it with his fingertips.


“You are a miracle like always. Good to see that you are doing well.”


He then kneeled on the ground, cupping his hands together,


Chapter 65 A hope for betterment