Chapter 7



7 The Lycan King

Selma Payne’s POV:

A tall man walked into the room. His arrival made the spacious room seem particularly cramped.

“Alright, Helena. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of the children.” He gently hugged the crying woman and comforted her patiently.

The woman’s crying calmed down, and he turned to look at me. He solemnly took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. His hands were trembling, but he pretended to be calm and said, “Hello, Daughter. I know you won’t believe me, but it’s true. I’ve done a DNA test in three places, and the results are the same.”

Perhaps I was influenced by his emotions. I felt nervous, too, as I took the DNA test and looked at it. They were indeed my parents.

I felt my throat had gone dry and couldn’t say a word. In fact, a few years ago, after I discovered that I wasn’t the biological child of my adoptive parents, I had once fantasized about what it would be like when my biological parents came to find me. I loved my adoptive parents very much, but I always felt that there was an invisible film between us. They would scold Rhode, but they would never speak loudly to me. Sometimes, this made me feel very frustrated. I felt like a guest at home.

“Now I can confirm that you are the daughter we lost eighteen years ago, Princess Madeline.”

“You guys … I …” I didn’t know how to answer, so I mumbled some strange syllables incoherently.

Tears welled up in my eyes. After going through such a big change, I never thought I would find my biological parents and end up a princess. It sounded like an absurd plot in a ridiculous novel to make people laugh.

“Welcome home.” He smiled and embraced me tightly with my mother.

“I thought … I thought I was dead …” My tears blurred my vision.

My mother’s soft fingers gently brushed against my cheek. Her green eyes, which were the same as mine, had a faint smile.” Silly child, you’re a Lycan werewolf. How can you be killed so easily?”

A werewolf?

The second piece of shocking news took me a long time to react. My past eighteen years had been completely overturned today.

“I … I … I always thought I was human …” I said.

“How is that possible? You have the scent of the orchid on you. That’s the sign of a Lycan.”

Myfather frowned. He looked very scary now. “Did someone hurt you? Sweetheart, perhaps you should explain to your frightened parents why you were so seriously injured and why the river washed down you. If I hadn’t found you, you would have lost your life. ”

I thought I’d forgotten all the grievances I’d buried in my heart for so long, but when someone cared for me, I couldn’t help but cry loudly. They patiently waited for me to calm down.

“I jumped from the cliff myself …”

“Why?”

“I grew up in a wolf pack and was the only human in it.”

“So, those b*stards bullied you?” my father asked.

I quickly shook my head. “They helped me a lot when I was bullied. It was me. I was really useless. I couldn’t do anything well. I couldn’t run fast, and I couldn’t jump far. I was only a burden to pack.”

My mother looked at me sternly to stop me from saying anything. “I won’t allow you to describe yourself like that. I gave birth to you with great difficulty. You only needed more time to grow up.”

I looked at my mother in confusion. Every werewolf was powerful when they were born, so why did I need time to grow up?

“Relax. Don’t worry about these things.”

“But, did you just say that I’m a princess?”

My father looked up. He exuded an indescribable dignity and solemnity that made people revere him. “Of course! I’m the Lycan King, the King of all werewolves. You will inherit my glorious position as my only heir and become the future Lycan Queen Regent.”

He looked at me determinedly, but my mother interrupted him with a stern warning.

“That’s enough, Victor. Madeline has just woken up. You shouldn’t discuss such a serious topic with her.”

“Okay, let me introduce myself. I’m Victor, your father. This beautiful and gentle lady is my mate and your mother, Helena.”

I saw my mother’s face turn red. She punched my father’s back, but he didn’t move at all. He was obviously used to it.

“When we chose to be mates and gave birth to Madeline. Haven’t we already expected this day to come?”

I couldn’t believe my ears and asked, “Choose to become mates? Doesn’t the Moon Goddess arrange a mate for werewolves?”

“The Lycans have the right to choose their mates. You don’t have to accept a partner you don’t like. But, sweetheart, do you already have someone you like?”

“I … I have a mate the Moon Goddess arranged.”

My mother asked, “Do you like your mate, sweetheart? You can reject him at any time. ”

“No, he rejected me…” I gulped, like a child who had done something wrong, nervously accepting the scolding.