Seducing Mr Lycarr

Kiara POV

This night was supposed to the happiest day of my life because I will be getting engaged to my fated mate but, I stood alone at the edge of the grand ballroom, watching him kiss another woman.

My chest tightened painfully as he dipped her slightly and kissed her again, slowly, as if he wanted the entire world to see who he belonged to now.

A few months ago, our Alpha died during a brutal battle against rogue wolves. Since then, several powerful heirs had been competing for the position including Tristan but real power belonged to the Lycarr family because they controlled the entire werewolf council and the most powerful man among them was Xavier Lycarr.

I forced my eyes away from the dance floor and walked toward the bar because If I stayed another minute watching them, I might actually lose my mind. I slid onto a stool and signaled the bartender.

Before I could speak, a deep male voice beside me said calmly, “Get me a glass of beer and soda for the lady.”

I turned slightly and a tall man had taken the seat next to me but he hadn’t even looked at me yet.

Instead, he watched the crowd with a bored expression, his posture relaxed but powerful.

The bartender immediately began preparing the drinks and a moment later, the stranger’s gaze finally shifted toward me.

The bartender placed the glass of soda in front of me.

I picked it up immediately and took a long sip, the stranger lifted his whiskey glass but didn’t drink yet. “I’m here out of obligation,” he added.

Across the room, Tristan pulled Aurora close again and she laughed softly, resting her head against his shoulder.

Something inside my chest twisted painfully, did the mark on my neck mean so little to him?

The faint mate mark still rested just below my collarbone which was a proof that he had once claimed me.

“Thank you for the drink,” I muttered to the stranger after finishing half the glass. I slid off the stool, ready to leave before I embarrassed myself by crying in public.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans as I stepped down, the edge of my blouse snagged on the bar counter and I heard the fabric rip.

Before I could react, my foot slipped and my body tipped forward, I braced for the hard floor but strong arms caught me instead.

My breath left my lungs as I was suddenly lifted into the air, I blinked in surprise and looked up then froze.

The man holding me was devastatingly handsome, he has sharp jaw, dark hair and broad shoulders.

He carried me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing at all and when he smiled, a deep dimple appeared in his cheek.

A ridiculously attractive dimple and for a brief, embarrassing moment, I wondered what it would feel like to kiss it.

“ ma'am ,” he said smoothly, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Are you falling