The Lycan King’s Destiny

Chapter 1

Kayla's POV.

Recently, life had been f*****g me over in so many ways than one. It felt like I had a personal beef with life and it just wouldn't give me a f*****g break.

I am a she-wolf and you'd think I had the good stuff but you'd be sorely mistaken.

I lived under the oppressive rule of step siblings who despised everything about me. They hated everything, even the very air I breathe because of fabricated reasons and made me their slave.

"You are no better than a slave" they'd say each time.

My blood sister and their parents died in a ghastly accident and they blamed me for it.

To them I was coated of ill luck that brought gloom and doom everywhere I went and I grew to believe them. Every word they had ever said painted my mind, making it a mess.

The most pathetic thing was that there was nothing I could do about it. I was just an adopted child raised by their parents who treated me fairly well considering the fact my late mother had an affair with their father.

Now, this was where it got really bad and also really interesting.

On my step sister's birthday. I had found my destined mate and I thought life would be a bit easier, but my step sister claimed him for herself and here's the kicker, he was the alpha of our pack.

I was pressured to accept the rejection because according to the pack, I wasn’t fit to rule and my step sister was a far better choice.

I could still remember that day as if it was yesterday, how broken and helpless I had felt. How my heart had been squeezed and shattered all at once and the pain of that night almost drove me mad.

In the end, I had settled to drinking heavily at a local bar, determined to use the alcohol to drown my sorrows.

Leaning against the stained walls, I clutched my bottle of tequila, my sixth in the last hour which was a new record for me.

The numbness I sought after eluded me however and no matter how I drank, it still haunted me.

I wanted to drown away my sorrows, trying to forget about the Alpha choosing my sister over me but tears came down my cheeks while I brought the bottle of tequila to my lips. My vision began to blur and I looked around the room trying to chase away the blurriness.

My eyes locked on a figure sitting a few seats away from me and even with my blurred sight, I could tell he was good looking. His dark hair was long and he turned, his eyes clashing with mine. His eyes were blue or green? I couldn't tell in my drunken haze.

Our gaze were still locked on each other, and like he had some super power, the effect of the tequila dampened a bit.

“Mind if I join you?” He had closed the distance between us and sat beside me without waiting for a response.

I shrugged and continued my drinking spree, doing my best to ignore this hot stranger who looked like he had everything working out for him.That made only him.

“To be honest, I'm here looking for a good time.” He leaned in and whispered into my ears, his hot breath fanned my neck causing the hairs there to stand.

“Well, you found the right place then.” I said with a slight slur, my ears ringing.

We exchanged a few more words, him complimenting me and I, flirting back. Who would have thought I had it in me?

I was usually a shy person but under the strong effect of alcohol, that shyness took a back seat and I was in my element... not really in my element but yeah, you get the point.

One thing led to the other and then his mouth was on mine, ravaging them like it was his last meal. Like he had been in the desert, starved of water for months and my mouth was the only oasis that could quench his thirst.

I didn’t know I had it in me but I gave him back almost the same energy.

Then his hands went all over my body and I swear, I felt like we teleported and I found myself in a hotel in record time. The rest of the night went in a blur.

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“Good morning, beautiful. You were incredible last night.” A deep husky voice was the first thing I heard when I stirred awake.

I opened my eyes and turned, staring at his magnificent form, he was seated and wearing only shorts, his bare chest was on display.

My eyes dipped lower and I gasped when I saw the outline of his d**k and he was still hard.

Then the realization hit.

“Wait!” I checked myself and I realized to my absolute horror, I was completely naked and the bedstains on the bed confirmed my worst fears, I was no longer a virgin.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I had just f*****g lost my virginity to a stranger. I didn't even ask for his name.

Yesterday was officially crowned the worst day of my entire life and it seemed today would be going after the crown.

I groped around for words, trying to say something but the tears came down instead. There I sat, crying my eyes out in a room with my stranger.

I felt hands around me, then his heartbeat next, he was hugging me and a little part of me felt a modicum of relief. I could barely remember receiving hugs from anyone.

“I was a virgin…” I mumbled, distraught.

"It didn’t seem so when you were riding me into oblivion” He said with a playful smirk on his face.

My mouth hung open in disbelief. I didn't know what to say, this situation was looking even more terrible. And then, he leaned and claimed my lips once more in a soft kiss.

Fuck my life.