Eleanor's POV
“Anyway you will use it in getting yourself a husband, you're free but you must bring in a man to show me, saying this is who you want to marry before the end of three months. I can never let you get my status while still being a flirt.” His voice sounded rude but he was saying the truth anywhere. I didn't have any steady, responsible relationship, always light-hearted. I would say I have commitment issues and can't stick to one man, nor can I develop deep feelings for one man. Probably, he thinks this will have a great effect on me even when I become a king.
“He says anyway, right?” I spoke to my wolf. She affirmed. “Good! Anyway will turn out to be whatever I wish to.” It was good so far as he gave me this indirect permission. A steamy idea got into my head.
I walked towards his table, sitting on the seat opposite him. “Dad?” I called out at him and he raised his face again after lowering it to his system.
I breathed in, summoning all the boldness in me to request for what I had in mine. “I want to send out invitations to all eligible royals and elite men in the world, aged twenty-five to thirty-five years, who would love to have my hand in marriage to come to the palace.”
The king looked more intensely, then took his eyes away, continuing in thought while I waited here patiently, hoping to get a response from him soon but along the line I quickly realized he's not just the kind of person that would accept anything if you don't give a good reason.
“I can't just wait to get a mate within these three months, what if he doesn't come? I don't want to be disappointed and I neither want to fall into the hands of a man I'll spend the rest of my life regretting.” I took a second pause, observing his expression. Doubt was written all over his face, I could see it clearly. Even myself was brought to wonder at some point how I'll be able to get a good man among strangers I'm meeting for the first time. How long will I take to know their true character? This was a critical decision to make but I had no choice.
I was only left to explain to my dad's permission. I succeeded though and the invitation was now sent by the palace in my name all across the world.
In the next one week, I had over eight thousand applicants which eventually got screened to thirty. It's pretty obvious how strict the screening must have been to select thirty men from the eight thousand, still they are too many.
I'll be appointing eight men into my harem, as I decided based on the wild sex party that occurred to me in the past. Within three months I pray I can pick the best husband candidate among them.
The contest committee did their very best to make sure they selected the best of the best. Then it was time to meet them for the first time, I'd talk to them and let them know how I'll be running the relationship.
My heart played jingle bells as the day and time approached. “I'm most certain to meet my Prince Charming!” I said to my best friend, Anna, who was preparing me by doing my makeup and dressing me up to see them.
My heart became full of expectations as I walked along the hallway to the room these eight men were all waiting for me. I walked with full confidence knowing I was glowing as the princess which I am.
The moment I opened the door and walked in, my blood froze and my face stuck with shock seeing the most handsome men I've never set my eyes on before, I could tell most of them were foreigners.
“But wait!” I told myself, drifting back. My heart went into a sudden state of shock. They all rose from their seats, muscular and charming with the aura of sexual dominance filling the room. Their seductive scents filled the air. They were like princes coming to their princess’ rescue as they walked towards me, seeing I was nervous.
My eyes were getting clearer and clearer to the truth. I was transported in time. Upon coming a few inches closer, they stared in shock. It hit me deep, they had realized the truth as well.
“Aren't you the girl we had sex with at the wild sex party overseas five years ago?” One of them asked, pointing his fist at me. I jerked my head to the side, mumbling my lips but not knowing what to say, my eyes glanced from one thing to the other.
“So you're the lycan princess?” Another asked. “It's so surprising how we couldn't recognize you physically, you were always in makeup when you appeared for formal functions then.”
Rejection was steaming in the air, my shame would be great should I get rejected as the Lycan Princess and worse of all, them spreading news about what I'd done five years ago. These are men I was running away from so hard, it wasn't in reality though but I prayed never to see them again.
“What's going on?” I uttered, looking closely into their faces, from the first guy to the eighth. They are all the same with the men I slept with five years ago.
“How can this be possible? Is this planned?”
Even as I asked, they did the same question. Just as I was glaring at them, I heard light footsteps behind me. “Mommy! Mommy!!” I turned around only to see my son, Carl. I nearly passed out urine from my body.
What the hell? Why must he come out here at this particular moment? I'd always been happy to see my son but at this very moment, I was so angry seeing him come up here. He was a secret to the world, even the werewolf citizens. Only those living in the estate knew and so far no one outside has heard about Carl because we all shared an oath of secrecy as directed by the king.
Carl didn't even take my angry face to consideration, he raised his innocent face towards me as he talked. “Mom, I heard you will be finding husbands today, so I came to help you choose my dad.”
“Your dad in what way?” I lashed back at him, lowering my brows into a frown.
“Mom, whoever you marry will get to be my dad even when you lost my dad five years ago.”
“Huh?” I heard gasps from the men.
“Don't tell me you got pregnant after the wild party?” One of the men asked.
“Meaning one of us could be his dad, probably?” Another suggested, exchanging glances with his colleagues.
“Oh God! What have I done to myself? I'm dead!” I cried out to my wolf who's the only one that could take in my plight.