Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings

After hours of a grueling journey, they finally arrived at the palace. Zara stepped out of the carriage, her breath hitching as she took in the grandeur of the structure before her.

The towering spires, intricate carvings, and the sheer magnificence of the architecture left her speechless. She had written about this palace, every detail etched in her mind—but to see it manifest in reality was something else entirely. It was as though her imagination had materialized before her eyes.

The world she had created through her words was no longer just a story; it was real.

"The kings have arrived!"

A soldier's booming voice broke her trance. She turned to see the guards lining up in perfect formation, bowing deeply as they welcomed their rulers.

The Lycan brothers, Denzel and Devonte, stepped forward with an air of authority, their presence commanding respect without a single word.

"Rise,"

Denzel commanded, his voice calm yet firm.

The soldiers straightened, and the group began their march into the palace.

Zara trailed behind, her awe evident in her wide eyes and slightly parted lips. Every corner of the palace resonated with the very essence of the Lycan brothers—majestic, powerful, and otherworldly.

Every detail she had written, from the sprawling golden chandeliers to the tapestries depicting ancient battles, was exactly as she had imagined.

As they entered the grand hall, Denzel gestured to one of the caretakers. A woman in her late thirties approached quickly, bowing respectfully.

"From now on, you are the personal caretaker of our queen,"

Denzel said, his tone stern and commanding.

The woman's eyes widened in shock at the sudden responsibility bestowed upon her. She dropped to her knees, bowing her head.

"It will be my greatest honor, my king,"

she said earnestly.

"She is tired from the journey,"

Devonte added, his gaze flickering toward Zara for a brief moment before he continued,

"Take her to her chambers and ensure she is comfortable."

Zara, who had been silent this entire time, nodded reluctantly as the caretaker turned to her with a deep bow.

"This way, my queen,"

the woman said softly, gesturing for Zara to follow.

Zara hesitated for a moment. The title of "queen" still felt foreign and awkward, and the elite treatment made her uneasy. But she knew this was how things worked here, so she followed without protest, sparing a glance at the brothers. To her disappointment, neither of them looked her way as she departed.

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Once Zara was out of sight, both Denzel and Devonte let out long, controlled breaths.

"By the gods,"

Devonte muttered, shaking his head in frustration.

"Do you know how hard it is not to look at her? To keep myself distant? This is impossible."

Denzel placed a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder.

"I know it's hard, but it won't be like this for long,"

he said firmly.

Devonte frowned, his curiosity piqued.

"What do you mean?"

"I've sent a message to our mentor,"

Denzel replied.

"He might know how to handle this situation. Once he arrives, we'll have answers—and a solution."

Devonte's tense expression softened slightly, his faith in their mentor evident. He nodded, feeling a sliver of hope as they parted ways to prepare for the evening ahead.

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In Zara's chamber, the caretaker, whose name was Lily, ushered her into a luxurious room fit for royalty. Zara's eyes widened as she took in the regal furnishings, the intricate embroidery on the bed's canopy, and the glistening gold accents on every surface. It was nothing short of breathtaking.

"You should have a bath, my queen,"

Lily suggested with a bright smile.

Zara complied, though the experience was awkward. As Lily assisted her, Zara flinched at the unfamiliar touch, unused to such treatment.

"My queen, your skin is as soft as a rose petal,"

Lily remarked, her tone filled with admiration.

Zara flushed at the compliment.

"What's your name?"

she asked, attempting to ease the tension.

"Lily, my queen. I'm the head caretaker of the palace. It's truly an honor to serve you. For centuries, I've worked here, never expecting this day would come."

"Centuries?"

Zara echoed, startled.

Lily nodded enthusiastically, her voice lively.

"Yes, my queen. For so long, the people of this realm believed a mate for the Lycan kings was nothing more than a myth. When news of your existence spread, it shook every soul in this world."

"Why?"

Zara asked, curiosity flaring.

"Because,"

Lily began, her tone turning serious,

"the mate of the Lycan kings is no ordinary person. The bond increases their strength a thousandfold, grants them immortality, and secures their reign as eternal rulers of this world. With you by their side, no one can oppose them."

Zara froze. The weight of Lily's words settled heavily on her shoulders. It meant she had attracted many of their enemies. If she truly held such power, it explained why she had been targeted, why danger seemed to follow her.

Her mind immediately recalled the dreams she had been seeing for the last two days. She had been getting those dreams after being declared as the mate of the kings. It seemed so accurate.

Her thoughts raced. Was this why the brothers kept their distance? To protect her? Did they know something she didn't know? Were they planning something behind her back?

Suddenly, something clicked in her mind. She immediately got up from the bathtub and looked at Lily with determined eyes.

"Lily, get me ready faster."

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Later that evening, dressed in a floral printed gown, she styled her hair into long waves. The pendant adorning her neck was the only jewelry she wore. She looked striking.

Zara descended the grand staircase. The dining hall was empty, and the kings were nowhere to be seen. A servant directed her to their study, where she approached cautiously, her mind swirling with questions.

She had millions of questions in her mind, which she planned to ask one by one.

As she raised her hand to knock, a furious voice erupted from within.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!"

Zara's eyes widened in shock. The voice was unfamiliar, female, and filled with rage. She froze, her hand hovering mid-air, her curiosity overriding her nerves.

Who was this woman, and why was she yelling at the Lycan brothers?

Her pulse quickened as she leaned closer, the next words making her heart stop.