Lycan King Jeon's Human Mate Chapter 1

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[Damn it! How can such a weak human like him become the Lycan King's mate?]

Huh?

Taehyung blinked several times, staring at himself in the mirror.

Something felt off.

He reached out, touching his crimson hair, and running his fingers through the wavy strands.

Why is my hair still long?

His golden eyes widened as he leaned closer to the mirror.

His skin looked healthy because it still felt soft, smooth, and glowing.

That wasn't right.

The last time he checked, his body had been wasting away, his once-vibrant hair falling out in clumps, and his skin as pale as a ghost.

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[Why is his body so thin? His breast size is decent, but his butt ... hah ... pathetic.]

Taehyung froze.

Slowly—very slowly—he turned his head and locked eyes with his lady-in-waiting, Shin Hye Sun, a woman with a pair of fox-like ears perched atop her head.

The same Shin Hye Sun who had died two years ago.

His breath caught in his throat.

Reflexively, he stumbled backward, slamming into the dressing mirror with a loud crash.

Kim Taehyung

"Why are you here?!"

He shrieked.

Hye Sun frowned, clearly unbothered.

But Taehyung's mind was in chaos because Hye Sun had died two years ago.

She was crushed under a carriage that fell off a cliff.

And yet, here she was ... alive, breathing, and insulting his butt?!

His butt was perfect, okay?!

Maybe it lacked a little volume, but pathetic?!

How dare she?!

Shin Hye Sun

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Leah tilted her head, looking just as shocked as Taehyung.

Shin Hye Sun

"I'm here to help you change your clothes."

Shin Hye Sun

[What is wrong with him? He never opened his mouth since he got here, but suddenly he's screaming like a madman.]

Shin Hye Sun

[Great. Now the Queen of Lilium Lancifolium is nothing more than a lunatic.]

Taehyung's stomach dropped.

He could hear Hye Sun's voice—loud and clear—yet the woman's lips never moved.

Was that even possible?!

Shin Hye Sun

"I think this purple nightgown suits you well, Your Majesty."

Hye Sun didn't seem the least bit concerned by Taehyung's reaction.

Purple nightgown?

Taehyung finally looked down at himself, and his face immediately stiffened.

Oh. Oh, hell no.

The fabric was practically see-through.

The neckline plunged so low it was a miracle his breasts were still inside, and the thin straps clung to his shoulders so precariously that one wrong move would have his flashing the entire kingdom.

His fingers twitched.

This nightgown felt ...

Familiar.

No.

No way.

His stomach twisted as the realization slammed into him.

He had worn this exact sheer purple nightgown on his wedding night.

His lady-in-waiting had insisted he had to impress his husband, that he needed to wear something revealing, something that would awaken the beast in him.

And what had happened?

Instead of waking up his inner beast, the Lycan King had taken one look at him, turned on his heel, and walked away.

No hesitation.

No second glance.

Just a quick,

Jeon Jungkook(Lycan King)

"I have more important matters to attend to."

More important than him.

More important than ripping off his sheer purple nightgown and pinning him down with that infuriatingly hot, muscle-bound body of his.

Taehyung immediately slapped his own face.

What the hell was wrong with him?!

This was not the time to be thinking about that beast's ridiculously hot body!

After that humiliating wedding night—the night his so-called husband abandoned him—Taehyung had personally thrown this cursed nightgown into the fireplace.

He had watched it burn.

So how in the world was it back?!

No.

Wait.

Was he the one who had come back instead?

TBC