Lycan King's Substitute Bride

"Who are you to question me?" He howled angrily, his face red with rage and his fists clenched tightly.

"Because I am your wife and you are to treat my family with respect," I yelled at his face, his face went pale and I saw the corner of his lips curved in a deadly grin.

"Wife you said! Since when have you been bearing that title?" he asked with a little bit of amusement in his tone.

"I have become your wife, right from the moment you have my father signed those documents and you are not to go against your words, only if you wish to break your own rules," I smirked back at him, his mouth clamped shut for a second, and I thought he had given in to my tricks.

"Now, dear wife," The Lycan King stood up from the wooden chair and cup my cheeks in his hands.

"I'm letting it slide this time because you're my wife-to-be and you're yet to learn the basic principles of the Royal." he ran his fingers on my face and my stomach churned in disgust.

I wished he would realise how disgusted I felt by having his fingers on my face. I couldn't say anything, I let him do as he pleased and he stopped when he realised I wasn't going to bicker with him.

"Take her to my room, I shall teach her a lesson never to go against her husband."

All my life, I had always thought I would be getting married to a prince charming. What happened when the man I was getting married to was no prince charming? And worse? He was the evil Lycan King that I had hated badly.

The rule was simple. Marry the Lycan King in my sister's place, or have my family and the entire pack burn to ashes.