The Lycan King’s Secret Child: Rejected Mate Billionaire Werewolf

The hum of the city faded as Amelia stepped into the quiet sanctuary of the art gallery. Soft lighting bathed the room, illuminating the vibrant paintings and sculptures that adorned the space. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her eyes scanning the crowd of art enthusiasts mingling with glasses of champagne.

Amelia: To herself ‘Maybe I’ll find someone here who knows more about Drakov.’

She approached a striking sculpture—a twisted amalgamation of metal and glass that seemed to capture movement within stillness. As she studied it, a voice spoke beside her.

Man’s Voice: ‘It’s captivating, isn’t it?’

She turned to see a man with dark hair and intense blue eyes gazing at the sculpture.

Amelia: ‘It is. There’s something… alive about it.’

Man: ‘The artist aimed to capture the duality of existence—the constant struggle between order and chaos.’

Amelia: Smiling ‘Are you an art connoisseur or the artist himself?’

Man: Chuckling softly ‘Just an appreciator of beauty in its many forms.’

She extended her hand.

Amelia: ‘Amelia Hart.’

He took her hand gently.

Man: ‘Xander.’

Her eyes widened slightly.

Amelia: ‘Xander… Drakov?’

Xander: ‘Guilty.’

Amelia: Feigning casualness ‘What a coincidence running into you here.’

Xander: ‘Is it?’

She raised an eyebrow.

Amelia: ‘You think it’s not?’

Xander: ‘Perhaps fate has a hand in our meetings.’

Amelia: ‘Or perhaps you’re following me.’

He smiled enigmatically.

Xander: ‘I assure you, I had no idea you’d be here tonight.’

Amelia: ‘Then fate it is.’

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, both gazing at the sculpture.

Amelia: ‘Do you often attend gallery openings?’

Xander: ‘When time permits. Art offers an escape from… obligations.’

Amelia: ‘Heavy lies the crown?’

He glanced at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Xander: ‘Something like that.’

Amelia: ‘Must be difficult, balancing such a vast business empire with personal interests.’

Xander: ‘It has its challenges. But I find ways to manage.’

Amelia: ‘Such as disappearing to remote estates in the middle of nowhere?’

He turned to face her fully.

Xander: ‘You did some thorough investigating.’

Amelia: ‘It’s my job.’

Xander: ‘And trespassing?’

Amelia: Blushing slightly ‘An unfortunate misunderstanding.’

Xander: ‘Is that what we’re calling it?’

Amelia: ‘Look, I’m sorry if I overstepped. But you have to admit, you’re an intriguing subject.’

Xander: ‘Subject? Am I an experiment now?’

Amelia: Laughing softly ‘No, but you are a mystery I’d like to unravel.’

He studied her intently.

Xander: ‘Sometimes mysteries are better left unsolved.’

Amelia: ‘Where’s the fun in that?’

He smirked.

Xander: ‘You enjoy a challenge.’

Amelia: ‘Occupational hazard.’

An announcement interrupted them.

Gallery Host: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, the auction will begin shortly in the main hall.’

Xander: ‘Are you participating in the auction?’

Amelia: ‘Mostly here to observe. The art world isn’t exactly within a journalist’s budget.’

Xander: ‘Perhaps you’d allow me to show you around? I could provide some insights.’

Amelia: Considering ‘As long as you promise not to vanish midway.’

Xander: ‘I give you my word.’

They moved toward the main hall, the buzz of conversation growing louder. As they walked, Amelia couldn’t help but notice the way people seemed to part for Xander, their gazes filled with deference or curiosity.

Amelia: ‘You have quite the presence.’

Xander: ‘Years of practice.’

Amelia: ‘Do you ever get tired of it?’

Xander: ‘Of what?’

Amelia: ‘The attention, the expectations.’

He paused by a painting, a haunting landscape of a moonlit forest.

Xander: ‘Every role comes with its burdens. It’s how we carry them that defines us.’

Amelia: ‘Spoken like someone who carries a lot.’

Xander: ‘And you? What burdens do you shoulder?’

Amelia: Shrugging lightly ‘Deadlines, demanding editors, the occasional lawsuit threat.’

He looked at her with genuine concern.

Xander: ‘I hope my company’s actions haven’t caused you undue stress.’

Amelia: ‘Comes with the territory. Though I was surprised by the swift legal response.’

Xander: ‘An overzealous department. I can assure you, I had no intention of pursuing legal action against you.’

Amelia: ‘Good to know.’

They continued walking.

Amelia: ‘So, tell me about this piece.’

She gestured to a sculpture of a wolf howling at the moon, crafted from wrought iron.

Xander: A hint of a smile ‘A symbol of solitude and strength. The lone wolf navigating the wilderness.’

Amelia: ‘Do you relate to that?’

Xander: ‘Perhaps more than I’d like to admit.’

She tilted her head, studying him.

Amelia: ‘You know, for someone so private, you’re quite open in your metaphors.’

Xander: ‘Maybe I’m hoping someone will decipher them.’

Amelia: ‘Is that an invitation?’

He met her gaze steadily.

Xander: ‘Do you accept?’

Her heartbeat quickened.

Amelia: ‘Depends on where it leads.’

Xander: ‘To truths that few have discovered.’

Before she could respond, a man approached them—tall, with sharp features and an air of urgency.

Man: ‘Mr. Drakov, a moment?’

Xander: Eyes still on Amelia ‘Can’t it wait, Marcus?’

Marcus: ‘I’m afraid it’s pressing.’

Xander sighed softly.

Xander: ‘Excuse me for a moment, Amelia.’

Amelia: ‘Of course.’

As Xander and Marcus stepped aside, Amelia pretended to admire a nearby painting while subtly trying to overhear their conversation.

Marcus: In hushed tones ‘There’s been another breach. We need to address it immediately.’

Xander: ‘Here? Now?’

Marcus: ‘No, at the facility. The council is demanding your presence.’

Xander glanced back at Amelia, conflict evident in his expression.

Xander: ‘Inform them I’ll be there shortly.’

Marcus: ‘Understood.’

Marcus departed swiftly. Xander returned to Amelia, his demeanor composed yet slightly strained.

Amelia: ‘Everything alright?’

Xander: ‘Just some business matters that require my attention.’

Amelia: ‘I won’t keep you then.’

Xander: ‘Actually, I’d like to continue our conversation. Perhaps over dinner?’

She raised an eyebrow.

Amelia: ‘Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Drakov?’

Xander: A hint of playfulness ‘Consider it an opportunity to unravel more of my metaphors.’

She smiled warmly.

Amelia: ‘In that case, I’d be delighted.’

Xander: ‘Tomorrow evening?’

Amelia: ‘Sounds perfect.’

Xander: ‘I’ll send a car for you at seven.’

Amelia: ‘Looking forward to it.’

He took her hand, brushing a soft kiss across her knuckles.

Xander: ‘Until then, Amelia.’

She felt a blush creep up her cheeks.

Amelia: ‘Goodbye, Xander.’

He turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. Amelia exhaled, realizing she’d been holding her breath.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Sophie.

Sophie (Text): ‘How’s the gallery? Find any leads?’

Amelia (Text): ‘You could say that. Tell you all about it tomorrow.’

She pocketed her phone, her mind swirling with thoughts of Xander. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, one that both excited and unnerved her.

—

The next evening, Amelia stood before her closet, debating over dresses. She settled on a sleek black number that was elegant yet understated. As she applied a touch of lipstick, her phone rang.

Sophie: ‘Hey! So spill. What’s going on?’

Amelia: ‘Can’t talk long. I’m heading out.’

Sophie: ‘On a date? Wait, who do I think it is?’

Amelia: Laughing softly ‘Yes, with Xander.’

Sophie: ‘Amelia! Be careful. This is mixing business with pleasure.’

Amelia: ‘I know, but it’s a chance to get to know him better—for the article.’

Sophie: ‘Uh-huh. Just keep your wits about you.’

Amelia: ‘Always do. I’ll call you later.’

She hung up as a text arrived.

Xander (Text): ‘The car is waiting downstairs whenever you’re ready.’

She took a deep breath, grabbed her clutch, and headed out.

Downstairs, a sleek black car awaited her. The driver opened the door with a polite nod.

Driver: ‘Good evening, Miss Hart.’

Amelia: ‘Good evening.’

The ride was smooth, the city lights blurring past. They arrived at an exclusive rooftop restaurant overlooking the skyline.

As she stepped out, Xander approached, impeccably dressed and exuding an effortless charm.

Xander: ‘You look stunning.’

Amelia: ‘Thank you. This place is incredible.’

Xander: ‘I thought you’d appreciate the view.’

They were escorted to a private table, soft music playing in the background.

Amelia: ‘So, Mr. Drakov, what secrets will you reveal tonight?’

Xander: ‘Eager, aren’t we?’

Amelia: ‘Can you blame me?’

Xander: Pouring wine into their glasses ‘Tell me more about yourself, Amelia. What drives you?’

Amelia: ‘Deflecting already?’

Xander: ‘Consider gathering intel.’

She took a sip of wine.

Amelia: ‘Fair enough. I’ve always been curious, ever since I was a kid. My mother used to say I asked too many questions.’

Xander: ‘And your father?’

Her expression softened.

Amelia: ‘He passed away when I was young.’

Xander: ‘I’m sorry.’

Amelia: ‘It’s alright. It was a long time ago. He was a journalist too. I guess I followed in his footsteps.’

Xander: ‘A noble profession.’

Amelia: ‘Some would disagree.’

Xander: ‘Those who fear the truth, perhaps.’

She leaned forward slightly.

Amelia: ‘And do you fear the truth?’

He held her gaze.

Xander: ‘Only when it’s weaponized.’

Amelia: ‘Meaning?’

Xander: ‘Information can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’

Amelia: ‘Do you consider mine the wrong hands?’

Xander: ‘I haven’t decided yet.’

They shared a small smile.

Amelia: ‘Your turn. What drives Alexander Drakov?’

Xander: ‘Responsibility. Legacy.’

Amelia: ‘That’s vague.’

Xander: ‘It’s the truth. I have obligations that extend beyond what most can comprehend.’

Amelia: ‘You’re right—that is vague.’

He chuckled.

Xander: ‘Perhaps I’m not used to opening up.’

Amelia: ‘Then consider this practice.’

He took a moment, contemplating.

Xander: ‘Very well. I come from a… long line of traditionalists. Expectations were set for me from a young age.’

Amelia: ‘Family pressure?’

Xander: ‘In a manner of speaking. I had to learn to balance personal desires with duty.’

Amelia: ‘And have you found that balance?’

Xander: ‘It’s an ongoing process.’

Their meals arrived, artfully presented dishes that looked almost too good to eat.

Amelia: ‘This looks amazing.’

Xander: ‘I hope it meets your expectations.’

They began to eat, the conversation flowing easily between them.

Amelia: ‘Do you ever wish you could step away from it all?’

Xander: ‘At times. But there’s too much at stake.’

Amelia: ‘Must be isolating.’

Xander: ‘It can be. But moments like this make it worthwhile.’

She felt a warmth spread through her.

Amelia: ‘You’re quite the charmer.’

Xander: ‘Only when inspired.’

They continued talking, the hours slipping by unnoticed.

Eventually, they moved to the lounge area, the city lights twinkling below.

Amelia: ‘Thank you for tonight. It’s been… enlightening.’

Xander: ‘The pleasure is mine.’

She looked at him thoughtfully.

Amelia: ‘You know, the more I get to know you, the more questions I have.’

Xander: ‘And here I thought I was providing answers.’

Amelia: ‘Maybe just enough to keep me intrigued.’

Xander: ‘Is that so bad?’

Amelia: ‘Not necessarily.’

He reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Xander: ‘There’s something about you, Amelia. Something that draws me in.’

Her breath hitched.

Amelia: ‘I could say the same about you.’

He leaned in slightly.

Xander: ‘Perhaps we should see where this leads.’

She met his gaze, a mixture of anticipation and caution.

Amelia: ‘What about those burdens you carry? The responsibilities?’

Xander: ‘For tonight, I’d like to forget them.’

She hesitated for a moment before nodding.

Amelia: ‘Then let’s make the most of tonight.’

He smiled softly.

Xander: ‘Agreed.’

They spent the rest of the evening lost in conversation, laughter, and shared stories.

As the night drew to a close, Xander escorted her to the car.

Xander: ‘May I see you again?’

Amelia: ‘I think I’d like that.’

Xander: ‘Until then.’

He lifted her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.

On the ride home, Amelia replayed the evening in her mind, a smile lingering on her lips. Yet, amidst the excitement, a nagging feeling tugged at her—there was still so much she didn’t know about him.

Her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

Unknown (Text): ‘Be careful who you trust.’

She frowned, typing back.

Amelia (Text): ‘Who is this?’

No response came.

Unease settled in. Was someone trying to warn her? Or intimidate her?

Back at her apartment, she double-checked the locks before heading to bed.

—

Across town, Xander stood on the balcony of his penthouse, gazing out over the city. Marcus approached quietly.

Marcus: ‘You seem… preoccupied.’

Xander: ‘She’s different, Marcus.’

Marcus: ‘The journalist?’

Xander: ‘Amelia.’

Marcus: ‘You know the risks.’

Xander: ‘I do.’

Marcus: ‘The council won’t approve.’

Xander: ‘The council doesn’t control my personal life.’

Marcus: ‘No, but they can make things difficult.’

Xander sighed.

Xander: ‘She’s not like the others. There’s a connection.’

Marcus: ‘Just be cautious. We can’t afford exposure.’

Xander: ‘I won’t let anything jeopardize our kind.’

Marcus nodded, though concern etched his features.

Marcus: ‘There have been… whispers. The breaches are becoming more frequent.’

Xander: ‘I’ll handle it.’

Marcus: ‘And the rival pack?’

Xander: ‘They wouldn’t dare challenge us directly.’

Marcus: ‘Still, vigilance is necessary.’

Xander’s gaze hardened.

Xander: ‘Keep me informed. And ensure Amelia is protected.’

Marcus: Surprised ‘Protected?’

Xander: ‘Discreetly. I have a feeling she’s already drawn attention.’

Marcus: ‘As you wish.’

Marcus departed, leaving Xander alone with his thoughts.

He clenched his jaw, the weight of his dual existence pressing upon him. Involving Amelia was dangerous, but the pull he felt toward her was undeniable.

—

The next morning, Amelia woke to the aroma of coffee brewing. She stretched, feeling a mix of contentment and apprehension.

Her phone rang—Sophie again.

Amelia: ‘Morning, Soph.’

Sophie: ‘You didn’t call last night. How did it go?’

Amelia: ‘It was… amazing.’

Sophie: ‘Details, please!’

Amelia: Laughing ‘We had dinner, talked for hours. He’s fascinating.’

Sophie: ‘Sounds like someone has a crush.’

Amelia: ‘Maybe. But there’s more to it. I feel like he’s hiding something.’

Sophie: ‘Well, he is a billionaire recluse.’

Amelia: ‘True. But I got a strange text last night, warning me to be careful.’

Sophie: ‘From who?’

Amelia: ‘No idea. No response when I asked.’

Sophie: ‘That’s creepy.’

Amelia: ‘I know. Maybe it’s nothing.’

Sophie: ‘Or maybe it’s everything. Just watch your back, okay?’

Amelia: ‘I will.’

After hanging up, Amelia decided to focus on her article. She sat at her desk, pulling up her notes.

As she typed, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing something crucial.

Her email pinged with a new message—from an anonymous sender.

Email Subject: ‘The truth about Drakov’

She opened it cautiously.

Email Content: ‘Dig deeper into his past. Shadow Ridge holds the answers.’

Her heart raced. Who was sending these messages?

Determined, she grabbed her bag and headed out. If there were answers to be found in Shadow Ridge, she intended to find them.

—

Back at Drakov Industries, Marcus entered Xander’s office.

Marcus: ‘We have a situation.’

Xander: ‘What now?’

Marcus: ‘Amelia received an anonymous tip. She’s heading back to Shadow Ridge.’

Xander: Frustrated ‘Damn it. Someone’s manipulating her.’

Marcus: ‘Likely the rival pack, trying to expose us.’

Xander: ‘We need to intercept her.’

Marcus: ‘Agreed. I’ve dispatched a team.’

Xander: ‘No. I’ll handle it myself.’

Marcus: ‘Is that wise?’

Xander: ‘She’s my responsibility.’

Marcus hesitated before nodding.

Marcus: ‘Very well. But proceed with caution.’

Xander: ‘Always.’

—

Amelia drove along the winding road toward Shadow Ridge, her mind focused on the mysterious messages.

Her phone rang—a call from Xander.

Amelia: ‘Hello?’

Xander: ‘Amelia, where are you?’

Amelia: ‘Out following a lead.’

Xander: ‘In Shadow Ridge?’

She frowned.

Amelia: ‘How did you know?’

Xander: ‘I have my ways. You shouldn’t be there.’

Amelia: ‘Why not? What’s going on, Xander?’

Xander: ‘It’s not safe. Turn back.’

Amelia: ‘Not until you tell me what’s happening.’

Static crackled on the line.

Xander: ‘Amelia—’

The call dropped.

Amelia: ‘Xander? Xander!’

Frustrated, she tossed the phone aside. Ahead, a figure stood in the middle of the road.

She slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt.

Amelia: ‘What the—’

The figure approached—a man with cold eyes and a sinister smile.

Man: ‘Lost, Miss Hart?’

Her instincts screamed at her to drive, but the car wouldn’t start.

Amelia: ‘Who are you?’

Man: ‘Someone who can provide the answers you’re seeking.’

He reached for the car door, but a blur of motion intervened, knocking him back.

Xander stood between them, his stance protective.

Xander: ‘I warned you to stay away.’

Amelia: ‘Xander, what’s going on?’

The man snarled.

Man: ‘You can’t protect her forever, Drakov.’

Xander’s eyes flashed with an intensity she’d never seen.

Xander: ‘I can try.’

He turned to her urgently.

Xander: ‘Amelia, you need to leave. Now.’

Amelia: ‘Not without you.’

The man lunged, and Xander met him head-on. The two clashed with a ferocity that left Amelia frozen in shock.

Finally breaking free from her stupor, she managed to restart the car. Xander glanced back at her.

Xander: ‘Go!’

She hesitated before hitting the gas, tears blurring her vision as she sped away.

—

Hours later, back in the safety of her apartment, Amelia tried to make sense of what she’d witnessed.

Her phone rang—Xander again.

Amelia: ‘What happened back there?’

Xander: ‘I can explain.’

Amelia: ‘Then start talking.’

Xander: ‘Not over the phone. Meet me tomorrow night.’

Amelia: ‘Why should I?’

Xander: ‘Because you deserve the truth.’

She took a shaky breath.

Amelia: ‘Fine. Where?’

Xander: ‘I’ll send you the address.’

After he hung up, she received a text with a location.

She stared at it, uncertainty gnawing at her. Whatever secrets Xander held, they were more dangerous than she could have imagined.

But one thing was clear—she was already deeply entwined in his world.