“I know you are a werewolf and I know why you are here, but be rest assured I will never accept you as my fated mate and Luna queen. 

“I, Newton Ashton Montgomery, hereby reject you as my fated mate.”

“No, I will never accept your rejection, King!” Gwendolyn Hills grew up having everything she always wanted in life. Right from when she was a pup, she merely had to snap her fingers and get whatever it is.
Every girl either wanted to be her or be her friend. The one thing she always looked forward to was her eighteenth birthday when she will shift to her wolf and become mated to her childhood crush and best friend,Julian, the incoming Alpha. 

Then on that very day, not only was she unable to transform, her once-perfect life fell apart before her eyes. In the snap of a finger, she became nothing but the pack’s new freak. When she had an encounter with the cold-hearted King of Lycan, her life further plunged deeper into a bottomless pit and this time, plunged with her heart. How is she going to fix the missing puzzles of her life, mend her broken heart and find true happiness in the midst of trying to find herself? 
Let's journey together to find out.

Lycan King's Nemesis

　　The lady that came in turned out to be his younger sister as I suspected. She has been the one to stop our verbal brawl and had informed him their mother asked her to take me to my new chamber and get me settled.


　　And the brute had punched the wall close to him which dipped under the force of the clash. But he didn't show any form of hurt as he whipped past me and slammed the door.


　　It was happening like in the movies. One I didn't recover from even as the lady guided me out of the house and led me through several halls and a spiraling staircase until we stopped in front of a brownish-black door and she pushed it open and led me in. "This is going to be your bedchamber..."


　　"Gwendolyn," I provided, understanding she didn't know my name. "Gwendolyn Hills." I finished.


　　"Wow, you have such a beautiful name, Gwen." I smiled, looking about. This room was gorgeous. Everything about this place screamed riches, fortune molded in plenty. Yet, I felt nought but abject emptiness.


CHAPTER 10