SAVED BY THE LYCAN KING (Elisa)

FERRIS' POV

I clenched my fists, feeling the anger boil within me. I badly wanted to confront Jackson. In fact, I wanted to do more than confront him. I wanted to smash his head into a wall and I knew I would succeed.noveldrama

Jackson wouldn't last two minutes in a fight with me. I knew this was all Jackson's fault. He must have manipulated Elise's parents into thinking that this situation was somehow Elise's fault. I bet he didn't tell them about how he was about to hit her.

Elise was scared of her parents. She told me how much they didn't like her but I thought she was exaggerating. I didn't imagine it would be this bad. Her parents were vile. How could they say such things to their daughter?

The sight of her crying made my Lycan howl in rage. This is all Jackson's fault. That fucking bastard! I swear if I lay my hands on him, he'll wish for death.

After much thought, I decided against confronting him. Confronting Jackson right now would be exactly what he wanted - a confrontation that would paint me as the aggressor and him as the victim. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm.

My Lycan growled, eager for a fight, but I knew better. I needed to be smart about this. Turning on my heel, I left my residence and made my way back to the training arena.

Why did I care so much about her? We had only just met, yet every fiber of my being wanted to shield her from pain. I hated seeing her cry. I just wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her. I wanted to make sure nobody ever hurt her again.

The more I thought about Elise, the more eager I became to protect her from Jackson and anyone else who would dare hurt her.

My Lycan agreed. Its protective instincts matched with my own. I imagined Jackson's face on the dummy as I kept throwing punches.

I wished Jackson was the one being hit, instead of the dummy. After what seemed like hours of training, my fists began to hurt a bit. Sweat poured down my face, my muscles burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.

"Your highness, are you okay?" a voice called out from behind me. I turned to see one of my guards.

"I'm fine," I grunted, delivering a final blow that sent the dummy sprawling to the ground.

"Just needed to blow off some steam."

"You looked like you were about to destroy that thing," he teased.

"Maybe I was," I replied, wiping the sweat from my forehead "I needed to clear my head." My guard nodded, sensing I didn't want to talk about it. He bowed and left me alone.

I took a moment to catch my breath. My mind raced, trying to figure out a way to deal with Jackson without stooping to his level. I needed a plan, something that would protect Elise and ensure Jackson couldn't hurt her again. An idea began to form in my mind. If I could gather evidence of Jackson's true nature, expose him for the manipulative person he was, then the pack would see him for what he truly was. By the time I was done with Jackson, he wouldn't know what hit him.

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As soon as I got back to my residence, I called my guards and sat at my desk. "Guard the entrance. Make sure no one disturbs me," I instructed.

They nodded and took their positions outside. I pulled out my laptop and began typing. Each word I typed felt like a small victory against Jackson.

I could have had someone else do

this but I wanted to do it myself. This was for Elise, to spite Jackson and to give her the freedom she deserved. I crafted the document with carefulness, ensuring there were no loopholes, no way for Jackson to contest it. When I was done, I printed it out. After that, I called for one of the senior guards.

"Take this to the legal office in the council. Make sure it gets filed immediately," I ordered, handing him the document. He nodded and left without a word.

With the document taken care of, I headed to Elise's room. I needed to see her, to make sure she was okay. My heart ached at the thought of her suffering. I knocked softly on her door, waiting for her response.

"Come in," she whispered. I entered and found her sitting on the bed. Her eyes were red from crying. She looked up at me, and my heart broke at the sight of her pain. I walked over and sat beside her.

"Elise," I said gently "Are you okay?" I usually wasn't this gentle. I didn't care about women in any way, or anyone else in that matter. All my life, I had built walls around

Anyone who knew me

how

ruthless I was. Yet here I was, trying to comfort a woman I just met. She nodded with tears streaming down her face.

"Yes, your majesty. I'm fine..."

"Call me Ferris I reached out and pulled her into my arms. She buried her face in my chest, sobbing loudly. I held her tightly, letting her cry. I had nevertet a woman cry in my arms before. I didn't know what to do. Do I pet her hair? Do I pat her back? I just sat there, feeling awkward as I let her cry.

"It's okay," I whispered, stroking her hair. "I'm here." After a while, she pulled away slightly and looked at me. She opened her mouth to say something but she paused when she looked into my eyes, as if she got lost in them.

Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. I admired her beauty. Even while she cried, she was still so beautiful. My Lycan, usually so hard and detached, howled at the sight of her. He yearned for her in ways I couldn't explain.

Everything about her was perfect - the way strands of her curly hair framed her face, her big chocolate brown eyes, her luscious pink lips. Dear moon goddess, she was gorgeous. The sight of her was breathtaking. She looked like she belonged in a painting at a museum.

"Elise," I whispered. I could feel her breath on my skin and the feeling of her warmth radiating on me, when a sudden knock on the door shattered the moment.

Fuck!

"Your highness, are you in there?". I recognized the voice. It was my personal attendant. I sighed, feeling frustrated

"Yes, come in." The door opened, and my attendant stepped inside.

He bowed his head "I apologize for coming in like this, your grace. But you need

to see this." He grabbed the remote from the dresser and switched on the TV, changing it to the news channel.