The Lycan king took me to the island of Koulema, where his palace stood arrogantly in the center. Even though he was ruling the whole werewolf territory of Sebher, some sayings claimed that the reason he chose to depart himself from the other territories was to preserve his race since they were almost extinct. Only him and a few others remained.
It was an hour ago after the private wedding ceremony.
I stood by the window in a white silk gown, watching the black waters of Kuolema Bay sparkle in the moonlight. They said that some humanoid water monsters lived in those waters, but I had yet to see one.
I was attempting to relax while the king spoke with his advisors outside the room. My hands shook as I attempted to think about how to handle this honeymoon. I was inexperienced and had a small body. I wasn't sure if I was still alive when the sun came up the next morning.
But I wanted him. I could even feel my wolf pacing restlessly inside me, eager to feel her mate's touch.
I gulped when the door closed and a series of heavy steps approached. "Do you regret marrying me?"
"No, of course." A smile was already forming on my lips as I turned to face my husband. "I will never—"