A Forgotten Night With The Lycan King

Cursed

Lord Maximus POV

“My lord, can you hear me?” Timothy, my second in command, asked, bringing me back from my thoughts. With a heavy sigh, I emptied the cup into my mouth and gestured for him to go on.

“The queen will be laid to rest tonight. Do you wish to invite guests?” he asked, and I shook my head, feeling my heart clenched with pain.

After turning eighteen twelve years ago, I went searching for my mate. In my search to find her, I attended so many gatherings and balls. I even went as far as visiting witch doctors to help me locate my mate, but they saw nothing. It was as if she never existed, and some even claimed that perhaps she wasn't born yet.

Tired of waiting, I got married to Lady Cecilia against the warnings of my seer, so I could have a legitimate child from her. After four years of trying to conceive, she finally got pregnant but died as a result of it.

Sighing heavily, I stood to my feet and walked around my chambers with so many thoughts buzzing in my head. Rumors have been circulating about my inability to produce an heir, which was a threat to my throne. I needed an heir, but my only chance of getting one came crashing.

“The queen's parents are on their way here,” Timothy announced, while I took a deep breath and slowly massaged my forehead.

“Are you okay?” Timothy asked, but I shook my head and sat back on the bed.

“I'll get you the best masseur in the palace,” he said, and I nodded.

As he left, I tried to communicate with my wolf, but as usual for the past four years, he has been silent. However, I could feel his presence within me. When I first noticed that I couldn't communicate with him, I visited seers, and they told me that it was a punishment from the Moon Goddess, but they gave no reason for it.

“Can you hear me, Edwin?” I called out to my wolf, but he was silent, causing a heavy sigh to leave my lips. “I need you, Edwin. I really need you,” I pleaded, hoping he would hear me and speak to me, but he didn't.

“Permission to come in,” a maid said from the entrance, and with a deep sigh, I asked her in.

The curtain opened, and a maid walked in with her head bowed. “Greetings, my King. You sent for me,” she said, while I stared at her, remembering she was the maid who saw me drunk and vulnerable.

“Yes, come closer,” I urged and watched her trembling with fear with each step that she took.

“I heard you are the best masseur in the palace,” I said.

“I won't call myself the best, but I think I'm good at it,” she responded, and by the tone of her voice, she was obviously scared of me. Not that it was anything new to me. So many people were scared by just standing in my presence.

“Get the ointment on the table,” I instructed, and she hurried to it. She came back and went on her knees before me.

“On your feet, you are massaging my forehead,” I commanded, and she quickly stood to her feet and slowly moved towards me. “What are you waiting for?” I asked when I noticed her hesitating.

“My apologies,” she apologized and applied the ointment into her palm before placing her palm on my forehead.

The moment I felt her touch, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction. Her hands were so warm and soft, it felt like there were no bones in them. She knew exactly how much pressure to apply, and her touch was both firm and gentle at the same time. But after a few massages, I noticed she stopped massaging my forehead, causing an angry groan to leave my lips. “Why did you stop?” I asked, and she immediately apologized before continuing the massage.

I closed my eyes with a satisfied sigh, enjoying the comfort of her hands, but then I felt them trembling. I couldn't ignore it. “Why are your hands shaking?” I asked, opening my eyes and meeting her terrified gaze.

“Apologies, my lord. I'm a bit cold,” she responded.

“But your hands are warm,” I pointed out. She gulped but continued to massage my forehead. I wondered if she was scared of me because she had seen me drunk and in pain.

“So, I vomited on you?” I asked, curious.

“Yes, my lord,” she confirmed.

“What happened after that?” I asked, noticing her hesitation before she answered. “You fell asleep immediately,” she said, causing me to furrow my eyebrows, confused.

“I woke up naked. Can you explain that?” I demanded, and she quickly responded, “You complained of the heat and began taking off your clothes, but I swear I didn't stay. I left when I realized you were undressing.” Her voice trembled with fear.

Everything felt strange to me. I couldn't remember anything. It was as if an important part of my memory had been wiped away. “You may leave,” I said, gesturing for her to stop massaging.

She lowered her head and hurriedly left the room, leaving me to wonder if she was telling the truth.

I stood up and walked aimlessly around my room, my thoughts drifting to everything that was happening around me. It was clear that I was cursed, and I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that.

“My lord, may I come in?” I heard Lady Harper's voice from the entrance. “Yes,” I replied, and she entered, slightly lowering her head with respect before standing erect.

“My lord, I came to see how you are doing,” she spoke as she slowly made her way towards me. I didn't respond, instead releasing a heavy sigh and sitting on the bed.

“Are you okay, my lord?” she asked, sitting beside me. “I know you're in pain, but remember that you are the king and lord over thousands of people. You don't want them to see you in this state,” she whispered, gently massaging my shoulders.

“Why don't you let me ease your pain and take your mind off all of this?” she asked in a seductive voice, trailing her index finger down my chest.