Wynter's Awakening : Lycans' Enchantment (MFM)

As the first snowflake settled, it whispered secrets of a winter tale waiting to unfold…….

“I want her again.”

He was ready to leave the adjoining room when he was interrupted by the other King’s words.

A slight, almost unnoticeable smirk covered Faelan’s lips before he turned around to face his brother.

“You had her yesterday Fenrir, it’s my turn tonight.”

As his elder brother spoke out in a calm manner, Fenrir exhaled as his inner beast threatened to let loose, craving for her, for his wife, for their Wife.

With a terrifying howl, Fenrir immediately shifted into his enormous form before jumping out of the window while Faelan was this time interrupted by a servant.

“Queen Mother has summoned you both to her chamber, My King.”

He gave off a slight nod with a frown. While King Faelan could feel his brother’s distress and longing, his steps led him toward his mother’s chamber.

“Queen Mother”

His deep yet polite tone caused Fiona to turn as she faced him. Her stance and her amber eyes seemed equally elegant.

Despite her senior years, she possessed the beauty of her era and the strength to annihilate anyone who dared to harm her loved ones, who held the greatest value in her life.

One look at her elder son and she was able to sense his impatient mood.

“Where is your brother, Faelan?”

“He left a while ago.”

“And why is that?”

Faelan took deep breaths as his inner animal screamed for her touch. He was aware if he didn’t find himself buried deep within his wife soon then he was bound to go mad.

“Is it because of her?”

Before he could reply, Fiona spoke out of anger and disapproval.

“Yes, with your permission I would like to leave now, Queen Mother.”

He kissed her hand.

“Breeding season is here and you both must take on chosen mates.”

“We—”

“I don’t want any excuses. I gave you both enough time. It’s time you both dispose of that little witch or else I’ll do it myself.”

“Mother!”

As his inner beast took half control, turning his left eye yellow, Fiona took a step toward her son with her eyes flashing as well.

“Don’t Touch Her!”

Faelan’s voice wasn’t polite anymore but dangerously gruff.

“You know I shall take action if you both don’t.”

He simply turned around, without arguing further with his mother, and stormed out of her chamber with hurried steps.

A few hours ago…

~Wynter~

The moment I feel the cool breeze brushing off my hair, I let out a sigh while adjusting my bright red beanie.

“Wynee”

Smiling, I turn around to spot my only friend hurrying in my direction.

“Hey”

She stops in front of me, gasping for air as I greet her.

“Congrats”

When she embraced me tightly, it made me take a step back.

“I was ecstatic to hear everyone applaud you for receiving the best grades.”

“Thanks, Thalia”

I frown at her, though, when she starts to wriggle her brows at me.

“What?”

“It’s the last day of university, and you know that Ekancz has been asking about you. I’ve heard that he would like to wish you a nice Christmas season in private.”

Even with the cold weather, I get warm all over when I think about my husband and the fact that no one knows I’m married but me.

Not to add, on our first night together two years ago, my husband forbade me from looking in the direction of any other male and threatened to punish me if I did. He scares me, always has.

“Wynee?”

I only return to reality when Thalia snaps her fingers.

“I…”

I feel at a loss for words as I hear her groaning.

“Do you even realize my friend how lucky you are to grab the attention of the most popular and the hottest guy in the university?”

She holds my shoulders as I exhale.

“I don’t know, Lia.”

My gaze drifts past her to spot my bodyguard/driver waiting for me.

“I have to go home now.”

“Wait but Ekancz is waiting for you inside.”

She appears surprised as I shake my face at her.

“I already told him not to dream in vain. I am not interested in him. I can never be.”

I walk past her to hear her letting out a groan once again.

“Seriously, you are so weird and mean.”

I halt before turning back.

“An orphan like me doesn’t have any rights to make decisions of my own.”

Her face falls quickly to my notice as I start heading toward my husband’s car.

“Wynee wait, I didn’t mean to say that.”

I don’t stop walking until I reach Magnus.

“My Lady”

He whispers before bowing his head a little. To this day I still wonder why he has to bow to me every time as if I’m some sort of a queen, which I’m clearly not.

“Hey”

I turn around as Thalia grabs my wrist.

“I am sorry.”

She hugs me again, making me sigh.

“It’s okay, get in the car, I’ll drop you.”

She looks at me with a sad gaze.

“Come on, Lia, I’m getting late.”

I say before stepping in as she follows. I stare out the window, silent, my mind racing with blurred images of my frequent nightmares, until I hear Lia clear her throat.

“Can we grab a coffee real quick? I am kinda hungry.”

I align my eyes with Magnus’s by glancing into the rear view mirror.

“Boss won’t like it.”

He speaks softly but I’m aware of the depth in his words.

“She is not your boss’s slave!”

Thalia remarks in an annoyed tone.

“Not slave but Wi—”

“Alright Magnus,” I pause, cutting him mid-sentence while adjusting my glasses.

“Please stop the car near a cafe, I’m craving a warm drink as well and Uncle will surely understand. Thank you.”

He says nothing but simply nods. Soon we walked into a cozy cafe.

“I don’t understand why you are so scared of your uncle, Wynee?”

I lick my lower lip, lowering my face. I lied to Thalia that I was adopted by a family of relatives and I live with them.

“He pays for everything. I have no say.”

“It’s not fair. You are never allowed to hang out after classes.”

To see her pouting, I smile at her.

“We meet every day at the university.”

“Not enough, Wynee. I want to spend more time with you like the other girls do.”

I hold her hand, squeezing it.

“You can make other friends.”

“I don’t want to because you are enough.”

My eyes turn watery before I shift my attention elsewhere. I’m not very social, so even though I may not express it to her face, I’m content to have her around all the time.

I find it difficult to establish new connections or even to carry on a lengthy conversation.