SAVED BY THE LYCAN KING

ELISA'S POV

What did he see when he looked at me? Did he know who I was? And more importantly, why did my body respond to him this way? My mind raced with questions.

The whispers in the room grew louder. I wanted to run, to escape, but my legs felt like lead. All I could do was sit there, frozen in place.

Jackson, still reeling from the shock, tried to recover.

“Of course, Your Majesty. We are honored by your presence.” he said.

I had never seen Jacosn look so scared in my life. I never thought it was possible.

The King’s eyes didn’t leave me, as he spoke

“I will expect to see the evidence against your Luna,” he said.

Jackson nodded “Yes, Your Majesty.”

The King finally looked away, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—betrayal, fear, and sense of relief that someone, even if it was the Lycan King, was questioning Jackson’s actions.

For some reason, I had a feeling that my encounter with the Lycan King would change my life.

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The ball went on. Soon, people started to really enjoy themselves. The room was filled with the clinking of glasses, chatting of people and the sound of music. People danced in the center of the ball room with their various partners.

I still couldn't believe that I was sitting next to the famous Lycan King. It felt surreal. I should have known he was royalty. He had an air of authority right from the moment I met him.

"I never got to know your name" he suddenly said.

I swallowed hard. I felt flattered that he was interested enough to ask for my name. Is he as attracted to him as I was to him? How could he? I wasn't even well dressed? I was a crying mess when he saw me.

"I'm Elisa"

"Elisa" he repeated.

My name rolled over his tongue effortlessly. I wanted to hear him say it again. He said it like it was made for him to say it.

“Are you enjoying the ball?” he questioned.

I nodded “Yes, it’s beautiful.”

He smiled “You haven’t asked me my name.”

I felt my cheeks flush.

“I’m sorry, your highness. What is your name?”

“There's no need for formalities, Elisa,” he said "My name is Ferris"

Ferris.

I had heard so many stories about the Lycan King—how ruthless he could be, how powerful. Fear gripped me, but at the same time, there was an undeniable pull towards him. Since we met, he had been nothing but kind.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Your Majesty,” I said. voice trembling slightly.

“Please, call me Ferris,” he insisted.

I nodded, still trying to process the revelation.

In front of me, I caught sight of Jackson and Gina. They stood close to each other, laughing. Jackson had his hand on her arm in a way that was far too familiar. It was like a stab to the heart. Less than a few hours, and he was already moving on. Our marriage had meant nothing to him. I felt ashamed and angry at the same time. How could I have been so blind?

Ferris must have noticed my distress because he followed my gaze and frowned.

“Is something bothering you, Elisa?”

I shook my head, trying to push the hurt aside. “It’s nothing.”

He looked at me for a long moment “Would you like to dance?”

I hesitated. Dancing with the Lycan King? The very thought made my heart race.

“I… I don’t think I can.”

He leaned in closer and whispered into my ear “That wasn’t a request. It’s an order.”

I shivered at the feeling of his breath on my ear. It was so hot, so... I couldn't even describe it.