Ch. The Lucan Marked me 12 The Lucan Marked me 12

Chapter 12 

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Logan 

I was in my study when I received the message from one of my warriors that the elders were 

in the pack. It had barely been three days since their last visit. A part of me had wanted to 

immediately dismiss them but I knew I would only regret it in the end. They would decide to 

take matters into their own hands. And their decision would have me wishing I’d just chosen 

to give them an ear in the first place. 

And right now, it was obvious they wanted to. 

I rounded up with the files I was attending to and immediately made my way to the throne 

room. They hadn’t been ushered into the throne room yet, so I had a few seconds to brace 

myself before coming face-to-face with them. Their footsteps were so silent I wouldn’t have 

known they were already approaching, if I hadn’t kept my eyes on the door. 

Surprisingly, Vaughn was the first to speak, his voice an authoritative timbre that grated my 

nerves. “You know why we’re here, Logan.” He said flatly. My anger was immediately fanned. 

Again with this bullshit. I clenched my jaw, gripping the edge of the desk. I could already feel 

the tension building in my bones. “I’m aware,” I muttered, keeping my gaze locked firmly on 

his. 

It appeared my words to them the last time had gone over their heads. I wasn’t ready for their 

demands, not now, not ever, but there was no escaping this. “We expect you to announce 

it soon,” Vaughn continued, his eyes flashing with something challenging. “The Choosing 

ceremony. It’s necessary and we all know it. The pack needs a queen, someone strong. You will 

not delay it any longer.” 

I leaned back in my chair, taking a breath to calm the growing storm in my chest. “I’m aware,” 

I repeated, my voice tighter than I intended. The Choosing Ceremony. The ones Lycan King’s 

hosted in order to select a worthy mate. Naturally, the pack had been whispering about it for a 

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few days now. It didn’t matter how private I’d been trying to keep the elders’s visit, word had 

still gotten around somehow. 

I listened as Braem numbered what they expected the choosing ceremony to entail. High- 

ranking females, ones worthy of being my queen, they said. The very thought of it twisted 

something inside me, but I tampered it down, forcing the mask of indifference back into place. 

I was still trying to sort out my thoughts when Vaughn dropped the final blow, as if though he 

was enjoying every second of my misery. 

“And remember, Logan. You have a duty to this pack. To your lineage. To the future of the 

Lycans.” He added. I managed a small smile in his direction, knowing I’d be damned before I 

let him get any reaction out of me. He wanted to remind me what my duty to the pack was 

each time he visited? He could very well be my guest. If they wanted a Choosing ceremony so 

badly, I would arrange one, but no one was forcing me to mate with someone I wasn’t ready 

because they were. “Fine. I’ll 

My lips parted, the words coming out like they were forced, 

announce it.” My voice was still a little too sharp, even though I tried to hide the fury 

behind it. There was no fight left in me for this battle, not today. “If that is all, I suggest 

you be on your way.” I stated flatly. Their faces flashed with irritation but subtle bow and 

began heading for the door. I swore under my breath, watching until they had disappeared 

from my line of sight. 

I wasn’t going to play their game. 

I was going to make sure it was clear to everyone one way or another, this Choosing Ceremony 

was a formality. Nothing more. They could make me have it, but they couldn’t make me choose 

to be with someone I didn’t want to. Yes, I was going to spread the words to other packs, have 

their most worthy females attend. But I wasn’t going to choose anyone. The time to choose a 

Queen who would rule beside me was finally here. But the idea of another woman by my side 

made my stomach churn. I suddenly couldn’t stand the thought of it. 

Maybe things would have been different if I had never met her. If I didn’t know what it felt 

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like to be with her, even for such an extremely short amount of time. Maybe I wouldn’t be 

reluctant to bond with someone else if I hadn’t known what it felt and sounded and tastes 

like. Now, images of her were the only things I had to hold on to. And I wasn’t in a hurry to 

let them go. If it was about the war, I was convinced I didn’t need a Queen. I only needed my 

warriors. 

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And a good head on my shoulders… 

But then, a flash of Sienna’s face crossed my mind, her defiance, her fire. The way she’d stared 

at me that second time when I’d invited her for dinner. The way I’d woken up beside her and 

suddenly everything had felt alright in the world. I slammed my fist against the desk, shaking 

off the memory, the thought of her. That was a road I couldn’t afford to keep going down. 

Despite the lies I told myself, despite my many attempts to convince myself I’d done the right 

thing, I couldn’t erase the truth that hovered over me like a dark cloud: I wanted her. Gods, 

did I want her. I found myself constantly thinking about her. Wondering if I was in her head 

just as much as she was in mine. Or if she had already picked up her life without me. 

I would make the announcement to my pack alright. 

But damn it. 

The thought of anyone trying to take her place made my skin burn… 

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