Oops! I Ordered a Mate But Got a Lycan King

Wearing my newly purchased black lace lingerie, I padded barefoot across the hallway runner.

I pushed his bedroom door open. Caleb stood by the window.

He was incredibly tall. At nearly six-foot-three, his sheer size radiated an overwhelming, oppressive aura. His broad shoulders completely filled out his simple gray T-shirt, the fabric stretching taut across his muscular back.

I took a deep breath and deliberately closed the distance, pressing myself against his back.

"Caleb, it's late," I dropped my voice to a sultry whisper, reaching up to drape my arms over his shoulders.

Yet, he didn't even turn around.

He merely sidestepped with chilling indifference, flawlessly dodging my touch.

"Master, please maintain a safe distance."

A spark of fury instantly flared in my chest.

"A safe distance?" I gritted my teeth, glaring at his flawlessly stoic face. "I didn't pay for a bodyguard! You're my mate!"

Caleb lowered his gaze. His deep, dark eyes were entirely devoid of emotion.

"If my services are unsatisfactory, you may file a complaint with the agency. But for now, please return to your room and rest."

The same damn script again!

Every time I tried to close the gap between us, every single hint I dropped, he shoved me away with this infuriatingly professional indifference.

I trembled with rage and spun on my heel. "Fine. You just wait. I'm getting to the bottom of this right now!"

Storming back into my bedroom, I immediately pulled up my terminal and contacted the agency's VIP customer service.

I furiously fired off a barrage of messages. [I demand an explanation! Why is my werewolf completely unresponsive to me? I want his forced-submission command unlocked immediately!]

A minute later, the rep's replies bombarded my screen.

[We are so sorry, Ma'am! Please, do not do anything rash!]

[We've verified our backend data. Due to a system glitch, we sent you the wrong werewolf!]

[Caleb isn't a companion model at all! He is a top-tier, extremely dangerous Guardian-Class!]

I froze. A loud ringing filled my ears.

The rep continued to frantically spam my chat. Even through the screen, I could feel their sheer terror.

[Guardian-Class werewolves have absolutely no mate functions! They are hardwired solely for defense and slaughter!]

[Under the Supreme Secrecy Act, it is strictly forbidden to force a Guardian-Class into submission! If you trigger a forced command, or attempt to force yourself on him...]

[It will instantly trigger his feral instincts! The moment his tolerance reaches its breaking point, he will tear you to shreds! Your life is in extreme danger!]

Force him? Trigger feral instincts? Tear me to shreds?

A cold sweat instantly drenched my lace nightwear.

Memories of the past few months flashed through my mind. In an attempt to build our bond, I had ordered him to sleep on my bedroom rug, forced him to link arms with me in public, and literally five minutes ago, I had tried to force myself on him.

What the hell had I been doing?!

I had been toying with a lethal predator!

No wonder his rejections were always so brutally cold. He wasn't playing hard to get—he was desperately suppressing the urge to snap my neck!

In that moment, a raw survival instinct utterly obliterated any lingering hormones.

I vaulted off the bed, sprinted to the rug, and grabbed Caleb’s pillow and blankets. I chucked them out into the hallway, slammed the door shut, and locked it.

A few seconds later, heavy footsteps echoed outside my room.

Out of character, he actually knocked on the door himself. "What is this? You don't need me standing guard inside tonight?"

I leaned my entire weight against the heavy wood, gulping hard as I forced my voice to sound casual. "Yeah. I’ve been a light sleeper lately. I want to sleep alone. You can take the guest room."

Dead silence answered me. A long moment passed—so long that I thought his patience had snapped. Finally, his deep voice drifted through the wood. "Understood."

I slumped against the door and slid to the floor, gasping for air.

My terminal chimed with a compensation offer from the agency.

[Ma'am, we apologize immensely for the scare. To make up for this fatal error, we will issue a full refund and immediately dispatch an absolutely docile, Sexy-Class Golden Retriever werewolf as compensation. Do you accept?]

Shamefully, I was tempted. This was exactly what I had originally signed up for.

Since Caleb was a lethal, unthawable block of ice, why should I keep betting my life on him?

I decisively tapped my reply: [Agreed!]

The next morning, I deliberately stalled in my bedroom for ages, just to avoid running into him.

I needed to put distance between us. Starting today, keeping my distance was my only rule for survival.

When I finally crept into the dining room, Caleb had already prepared breakfast.

I had to admit, his domestic skills were flawless. But right now, that meant absolutely nothing to me.

I kept my head bowed the entire time, refusing to even glance in his direction. I marched straight to the far end of the long dining table and pulled out the chair furthest away from him.

Just as I was about to sit, a towering shadow entirely eclipsed the overhead lights.

Caleb had materialized right beside me.

His sharp features remained completely expressionless, yet the dark, oppressive aura radiating from him crushed down on me like a physical weight.

Before I could even open my mouth to ask, his arm shot out. His large, calloused hand gripped my waist, as unyielding as a steel vice.

"Ah!" A gasp tore from my throat.

With terrifying ease, his immense arm strength hoisted me off the ground with a single hand!

Panic seized me the instant my feet left the floor. A second later, I was slammed downward.

My eyes flew wide in shock. I had been forced to straddle his rock-hard, scorching-hot lap!

"What are you doing?!" My heart hammered frantically in my chest.

I stiffened completely, slamming my hands against his broad chest in a desperate bid to create some space between us. "Let go! Caleb, put me down!"

But struggling against him was like fighting a brick wall.

Caleb abruptly tightened his arm around my waist, caging me flush against his body without a single inch of breathing room.

He suddenly leaned in. His devastatingly handsome, aggressive face closed the distance, his icy breath brushing against the shell of my ear.

Caleb’s voice was dangerously husky. "What is this? You've decided to be independent now? You don't need me anymore... is that it?"