The Lycan's Queen

Chapter 41

The Lycan’s Queen Book 2 – Chapter 3

ELODIE

2 YEARS AGO

One thing I had always wanted to be was a teacher. I adored kids, and being a teacher was my

ultimate life goal.

Growing up, my parents never discouraged that idea but pushed me to work toward my dreams.

My mom was a dentist and my dad worked at an accounting firm. My younger brother and I always had

an amazing childhood. Our parents loved us, and we loved them.

I remember when I turned seventeen, my mom sat me down and had a serious conversation with me

about wolves.

We lived with werewolves: they went to our schools, ate at the same restaurants. Most of the time, they

just seemed like regular human beings, but I knew they were not.

The topic of werewolves was something that always fascinated me, and I used to read so many books

about them. It was in one of these books that I came across lycans.

Lycans weren’t talked about as much because they were considered to be royalty. The king himself

was a lycan.(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com) It was very rare for a human to

meet a lycan

The king dealt with humans who were in positions of high power to ensure everything was running

smoothly.

Despite all of that, I knew that lots of humans were dying for a chance to meet a lycan. I was one of

them.

In all honesty, lycans entranced me more than werewolves did. The topic of mates would always make

me swoon.

To me, it sounded like a fairytale, and what girl didn’t like fairy tales?

Mom warned me that if a werewolf or lycan claimed me as their mate, you did not disagree. In my

head, I never would have imagined that.

Being a mate to a lycan was something I often dreamed about.

I remembered the day.

It was just a regular day. My little brother was playing with his friends, Mom was cooking, and dad was

chatting to mom to keep her company.

I was watching TV when mom asked me to call my little brother in.

I opened the door to shout for my brother, but words never left my mouth as a pack of werewolves

walked past our row of houses.

One werewolf was already looking at me, and he said something to his other pack members, causing

them to stop and look at me too.

He claimed me as his mate. Mom and Dad came out but didn’t say anything. My neighbors and school

friends all stood outside and watched.

They looked as he took me away from my family, they looked as I cried because I wanted to say

goodbye but he didn’t let me,(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)and they looked as

my parents cried out for me, but all in vain.

PRESENT DAY

ELODIE

“Elodie, where are you? I’m fucking hungry,” the familiar voice growled.

Sighing, I turned to the little wolf who I was teaching. “Go now, I’ll call you later.”

I watched as he scurried off with his books and pencils and I left to find my mate.

Two years ago, I believed mates were the best thing, that it would be like a fairy tale. That was the

mind of a naïve teenager.

“What would you like to eat?” I made my presence known.

“Fucking finally. Where were you? I want an egg and bacon sandwich,” my mate, Jordon, said.

“I’ll get right on that.” I prayed he wouldn’t ask me that question again.

He grabbed my hand. “Where were you? You better not be teaching those pups again, you know I hate

it.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, “No, I wasn’t.”

My ability to lie had gotten better, but my heart still raced every time Jordon glared at me.

Thankfully he let my hand go and I rushed into the kitchen to make his sandwich

I always thought a mate’s touch was meant to send shivers down your spine, to evoke powerful

emotions.

I never got that with Jordon, never. From the first time he touched me to now, all I got was fear.

The first time I asked him why I didn’t get those sparks, he told me harshly, “You’re a human, you don’t

feel what we feel.”

I never asked him again because I thought he was right.

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After all, I am just a human and he is a werewolf.

Recently, a bigger part of me was refusing to believe all the excuses Jordon had told me in the past.

But I was still too scared to leave or attempt to leave.

Sighing, I focused on making the sandwich before he got angry. Another female entered the kitchen,

but she didn’t even look at me; no one did.

I had no friends, no family. I was completely isolated. That’s why teaching those kids was the only thing

I looked forward to.

Children never judged me; instead they were eager to learn and I was eager for the distraction.

Once I was finished, I left the kitchen with Jordon’s sandwich. (This novel will be daily updtaed at

www.noveljar.com)Since he wasn’t where he was before, I headed upstairs to the alpha’s study.

More often than not, he was there, and today was no different.

He stood outside and grabbed the sandwich from my hands. It was gone in less than a minute.

“Elodie,” a little voice called.

My head whipped around as fear settled in me. The little boy I was teaching before rushed toward me.

Jordon tensed and I knew then that I was screwed.

“Can you teach me more?” his little voice asked.

“Pup, go back to your parents. Now,” Jordon growled.

The poor boy whimpered and rushed off.

“So, you lied to me?” Jordon asked.

There was no use lying, I was already going to be punished for this.

Jordon pulled my hair, causing me to cry out in pain. “Someone needs to learn their place.”

Thankfully, I used paper plates for meals. I learnt the hard way when I used glass plates—the scars on

my arms can account for that.

He pushed me against the wall; I winced as my sore back hit the wall at full force.

“I hate when my mate disobeys me. It makes me look weak. Do you want me to look weak?” he yelled.

I shook my head, even though I wanted to shout yes.

Jordon’s free hand slapped me, and I whimpered. His other hand still held me up by my hair

I didn’t know how long it was that Jordon kept slapping me around the face; he said it would knock

some sense into me.

When he finally stopped and let go, I dropped to the floor. My scalp burned and my face hurt.

I looked up and pleaded, “Please … please don’t.”

Jordon stood there looking pleased. Of course he did, all he wanted was to show everyone how strong

he was. My feelings did not matter to him. They never had.

The alpha stormed out of his study, glaring at Jordon. “What the hell are you doing? Royalty is here,

and I could hear her from my study. Are you insane?”

Jordon didn’t seem fazed, but turned to me with a cold look in his eye.

“Go to our room and stay there. You do not come out till I come in. Understand?” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I nodded and managed to stand up before rushing away. Jordon and the alpha were speaking in

hushed breaths,(This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com) but I just wanted to get to my

room.

As soon as I entered, I shut and locked the door. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

My face was red and hurt as I touched it. Sighing, I went about my usual routine and applied balm to

my cheeks before massaging my scalp.

I collapsed on the bed and buried my face into the pillow.

Tears fell as I cried for my lost teenage years, my family who I hadn’t contacted or seen since I was

forced to leave, my freedom, and my dreams.

My only hope was that someone would come and rescue me.

I guess I still believe in fairy tales, just not the happily-ever-after part.

But the alpha said there was a royal in this house…

Is there any chance that he’s my Prince Charming?