The Lycan’s Surrogate

Jealous Man?

Amara perspective

I can quite put my finger on it, but this life feels like a wild rollercoaster ride to me. Endure endless suffering, a ceaseless torrent that engulfs every fiber of your being.

I’m out here, diligently tending to the garden, when suddenly, whispers of gossip start to swirl around me.

“She’s like a stranger to me, someone I've never laid eyes on before . . .”

“I’m amazed that the Lycan finally surrendered to this girl. I heard she abruptly whisked herself away to this mysterious place—”

I defiantly turn a deaf ear to their words. I find myself irresistibly drawn to the vibrant flowers, their colors beckoning me closer. As I reach out to touch their delicate petals, a sense of wonder fills me. But as I do so, I can’t help but notice a sudden silence in the air.

The flowers, once so animated and lively, now stand still, their voices hushed. I am left with a curious longing to understand why their enchanting conversation has abruptly ended.

Why do their mouths remain silent, devoid of words that yearn to escape? I spun around to confront them, a mischievous grin on my lips, ready to taunt and belittle them. But as I turned, my laughter died in my throat. There, standing before me, was Magnus, his piercing gaze fixed upon the intricate details of my dress.

I’m feeling incredibly self-conscious right now because I’m wearing a dress that is way too sexy for my comfort.

“Your Majesty . . .” As I began to pour water over the delicate petals of the flowers, he inched closer, his presence enveloping me even more.

“Cease your relentless pursuit of me. I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of hatred from others. This life was thrust upon me without my consent—”

“You deliberately selected this path, Amara.” He rudely cut me off mid-sentence.

“Don’t pretend as if the responsibility for encountering such things doesn’t rest squarely on your shoulders.” His words are like irritating needles, pricking at my patience, yet I find myself trapped in a suffocating silence, unable to unleash the torrent of frustration building within me.

“I am fully aware, alright? Now, tell me, are you feeling fantastic and bursting with energy?” I skeptically raised an eyebrow and dramatically rolled my eyes. I could hear his mischievous chuckles echoing in my ears as if they were taunting me, refusing to fade away.

“You're practically coerced into uttering those words. I know,” he declared, his voice filled with unwavering confidence.

He releases a heavy breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “Amara, make your way to my room.” His words were like a vice, causing my jaw to clench tightly. I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me, ready to explode into a yell—but before I could unleash my fury, he vanished from my sight in a flash, his speed leaving me stunned and speechless.

“Ugh!” I let out a frustrated groan, filled with annoyance and dissatisfaction.

I am utterly consumed by the relentless chaos, unable to bear another moment of this maddening existence.

I believed that a single passionate night with him would suffice, but to my dismay, I have not conceived. The mere thought of Lucius’ doctor’s treachery fills me with a nauseating sickness.

It fills me with curiosity and intrigue . . . What is the driving force behind her actions, compelling her to thrust me into this world? And why, oh why, did she deceive me with the false claim of rescuing my child?

But I refuse to entertain those thoughts any longer.

As I stepped into the bustling pack house, I was utterly unprepared for the sudden assault on my senses. A woman, her eyes filled with intense determination, launched a vibrant stream of juice directly at my pristine white dress.

“Oh!” they all erupted in laughter.

They exude an air of luxury and authority, and her eyes possess the same captivating allure as Selene, the goddess of the moon.

“I’m sorry . . .” she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery.

I shut my eyes tightly, feeling the world's weight on my shoulders, and let out a deep, heartfelt sigh. “It’s fine,” I muttered, attempting to continue on my way—but before I could take another step, Selene materialized in front of me, her eyes shooting daggers that could pierce steel. Her gaze is captivating.

I can sense the rhythmic thump of my heart pulsating within me.

I desperately want to avoid shedding tears as well.

“Oh, Amara,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if sharing a secret. At that moment, I could see the admiration radiating from the people around her, their eyes gleaming with pride.

This place is an inferno, burning with torment and despair. I am filled with unwavering belief. They’re coming together, a feast of food spread out before them, but the sun has just begun to rise, and it’s only the start of their day.

“Ma’am—”

“You’re being as reckless as a bull in a china shop. Keep your eyes peeled for everything that’s unfolding around you.” Her interruption jolted me, causing embarrassment to surge through my veins.

I wouldn't say I like being treated in such a manner, it churns my stomach, yet I cannot unleash my anger.

“I deeply apologize...” I murmured, my voice quivering, desperately yearning to fade into unconsciousness and return to the realm where I truly belong. As I shut my eyes tightly, the echoes of those voices dissipated, only to be replaced by the sound of footsteps descending from the floor above.

As I slowly open my eyes, the first thing that comes into focus is the striking face of Magnus.

I longed for him to demand that they cease their disrespectful behavior towards me boldly, but instead, he merely sauntered over to Selene.

“We were delighted to receive a mysterious invitation from a pack of wild wolves.” He leaned in close, his words a hushed secret, as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Yet, his gaze remained fixed on me, his eyes locking with mine, while he boldly took hold of her hand, leading her up the stairs.

People stand frozen, their mouths agape, as if they have witnessed something so extraordinary that it has rendered them speechless.

I’m astounded by Magnus’ actions. I'm utterly astonished that he didn’t lift a finger, but then again, what more could I have anticipated?

To my surprise, beta Zephyrus seized my hand unexpectedly, leading me away from the bustling crowd. The crowd gasps in disbelief, their faces filled with shock and confusion, as he swiftly guides me into a dimly lit dressing room.

“Are you alright?” His eyes are worried, like storm clouds gathering on a dark horizon.

“It’s quite amusing how you once vehemently accused me of weaving deceitful tales to the Lycan, and now, here you are, donning the facade of a benevolent ally.” I swiftly responded, frantically scrubbing at my dress with the tissue.

“You deceitful scoundrel,” he seethed. “But let me make it painfully clear, Amara, that just because they can, doesn’t mean they should subject you to such treatment. Unfortunately, I regret to inform you that every single person on this platform is given the freedom to belittle and demean you simply because they perceive you as utterly worthless.”

“Selene stands tall and proud, commanding the utmost respect from every pack member.” I find his words incredibly irritating.

I fix my gaze upon him, studying every detail of his appearance. “Why are people showering that despicable woman with unwarranted respect?” I voiced my frustration, never anticipating the eruption of laughter from him.

For a brief moment, fear gripped me tightly as I realized that I had spoken in such a manner to the most trusted and loyal man in all the land.

“Do you feel the fear creeping up on you?” he chuckles.

My throat tightened as I swallowed hard. “I fear that I may face severe consequences for my blatant disrespect towards Lycan’s partner—”

“Why on earth would I ever punish you for simply having the most natural response to the outrageous behavior of the Lycan’s mate?” he sneered, interrupting my words with a wicked grin. I am filled with joy upon receiving news of his exceptional work.

“Love flows between Magnus and Selene like a powerful river, binding their hearts in an unbreakable bond.” I leaned in close, my voice barely audible, and he responded with a mischievous smirk.

“Tsk. If their love is so strong, then why does Magnus find himself entangled with a multitude of different women in his slumber? Absolutely, without a doubt, he will forever choose Selene in the end. She possesses a captivating allure with an almost indescribable influence over him.”

I was left utterly stunned by the impact of his words. I’m aware that Magnus has had numerous encounters with women, but what perplexes me is his intense fixation on me.

Oh, hush now, I’m fully aware that I’m indulging in my fantasies, and he's merely exploiting me for his gratification. I’m just an ordinary person, fully aware of that fact.

“Oh, my apologies, Amara. I suppose it’s time for you to change your dress.” Zephyrus’ voice caressed my ears, a gentle breeze that sent shivers down my spine. As he turned away, I eagerly unbuttoned my dress, anticipation coursing through my veins. But there was an invisible force, a mysterious presence that held me back, preventing me from taking that final step into freedom.

I spun around, my heart pounding, and instinctively clutched my chest as I came face to face with him. To my shock, Magnus stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with a deadly intensity.

“Oh!” In a frenzy, I hastily slip back into my dress, its fabric clinging to my skin, still damp from its previous encounter with water.

“Don’t tell me you f****d a woman in this dressing room, Zephyrus. How disgusting.”