I have never seen a man so handsome. His face looks like they were perfectly carved by hundreds of sculptors. His nose is unbelievably straight. His lips are so well defined, they look both calm and sinful at the same time. His hair is raven black, and his skin is the smoothest I've ever seen.
The entire hall remains frozen in silence, everyone staring in awe at the piece of perfection standing before them. Layla’s mouth hangs open. She had expected an ugly monster, well… we all did. But instead, we get the shocker of our lives.
“Alpha Lucian,” Alpha Terran finally speaks, his voice a little louder than a whisper.
So that's his name, I mutter. Lucian.
“I'm terribly sorry.” Alpha Terran continues. “I didn't know anything about this. It's an…”
“Save it.” Alpha Lucian cuts him off sharply as he walks to the seat prepared for him at the edge of the dining table. “I don't like being made a fool of Alpha Terran,” he says, his voice calm. “If I’d known you were this useless, I would have never agreed to this deal. I should kill you for wasting my time.”
Without sparing Alpha Tarren a glance, he reaches for a goblet of wine on the table, his fingers lazily swirling the liquid inside. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tosses the wine onto the floor, the red liquid splattering like spilled blood.
Alpha Terran’s hand curls into a fist at the insult but he does nothing. Alpha Lucian looks a lot younger than Alpha Terran. He's probably in his late thirties at most, and Alpha Terran was well over sixty. But Alpha Terran’s head remained bowed, it's the Scarred Alpha speaking, age means nothing. Countering him would be suicidal.
“But no need to worry,” Alpha Lucian continues, a mischievous smile curving his lips. “I won't kill you, your pack will still be of good use to me.”
He picks up an apple and stands, strolling like the hall is his yard.
“I came for a mate,” he says, taking a bite, “and I'm definitely not leaving without one.”
Layla’s face turns ghostly pale. “I’m sorry Alpha, I was just joking”, she cries, her voice shaking.
“Keep quiet!” Alpha Lucian roars. I swallow hard, my fingers failing to stay still.
“This whole shitshow happened because I let you choose for me,” he says, his eyes scanning the hall. “Now, I'll choose my mate myself.”
He strolls around, pausing to take a glance at every young woman seated or standing in the hall. Then all of a sudden, he stops in front of me.
“Raise your head,” he says calmly.
And I do, slowly.
When I look into his eyes again, my stomach flips. The rest of the world blurrec as I stare at him in silence.
“What's your name?”
“Leah,” I say softly, my voice shaky.
“Relax Leah. I'm not going to hurt you.” He holds my hand and steps forward. “I have made my choice. Leah will be my mate.”
Alpha Terran’s eyes go up in flames, “What? No you can't! She's just a maid. I'll find you a replacement..”
A low growl escapes Lucian’s chest as Alpha Terran tries to grab my hand.
“I don't think you understand”, he answers him menacingly. “It's either I take her, or there will be war. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” Alpha Terran replies, his bravado calming.
Alpha Lucian turns back to me, staring deep into my eyes. “Or do you not want me?”
I stare blankly at him, not knowing what to say. Although I'd give anything to watch Alpha Terran getting insulted over and over again, I can't help but feel like I'm just a pawn in Alpha Lucian’s game. He didn’t get the mate he came for, so now he’s settling for me. A rebound.
“You don't want her, trust me”. Layla’s voice rings out before I can talk. “She’s too weak for you. Take me..”
“Say one more word about my mate and I'll rip your lungs out,” Alpha Lucian threatens, cutting her off as he holds my hand, and shoving me behind him. She drops to her knees immediately, begging to be forgiven.
My stomach flips as I hear him call me his mate. I don't know if I should be happy that I get to leave this life of torment or I should be sad that I'm going to be mated to a tyrant for the rest of my life.
“Now apologize” he growls at Layla.
“I'm… I'm sorry” she stammers, unable to look me in the eye.
“Good.” He retorts, a devilish smile on his lips as if all of this was a joke to him. He faces the crowd and holds my hand up.
“I, Alpha Lucian of the Bloodmoon pack, choose Leah as my mate, and that is final. You may return to your dinner now. My mate and I have a lot to know about each other”.
He turns to me again, his voice low and smooth. “Let’s go.”
“She's right”, I blurt, resisting his pull. “I'm too weak for you. I don't have a wolf, so I can't be your Luna. I…”
He leans close to me, cutting me off and whispering in my ears, sending a storm of butterflies through my stomach.
“Oh you must be mistaken. I didn't choose you for beauty or your body. I know you're weak and powerless. But I'm the Lycan Alpha. Whatever I say is mine… is mine.”
He leans back and looks into my eyes. “So whether you like it or not, you're mine now, little flower. Mine!”
He pulls me after him as he pushes the heavy doors open. My heart aches, my mind racing like lightning. I take another look at him again as he pulls me with him, his beautiful black hair cascading down his shoulder as he walks. I still can't wrap my finger around it, one thing keeps ringing in my mind.
I just got mated to the Scarred Alpha!
LUCIANThe scent of white jasmine clings to my fingers as I head towards Leah's room. I plucked them myself, quietly, from the pack’s greenhouse at dawn. I haven’t done something like this in years. Maybe never, not like this, and not for anyone.But for Leah… I’d do it again.She's asleep when I push the door open. The room is dim and warm, the curtains drawn just enough to let morning light spill across the stone floor like a gold ribbon. She’s curled under the sheets, her lips slightly parted, and her skin still pale, but peaceful. “She's here Lucian, she's still with you,” I unconsciously remind myself. I walk in slowly, careful not to wake her, and set the flowers in the small vase by her bedside. She shifts a little, and murmurs something under her breath. I brush a strand of hair from her face, letting my knuckles trail along her jaw. “Damn, you're beautiful” under my breath.She blinks awake.“Uhmmm… Good morning,” she whispers, her voice still thick with sleep.“Morning, m
LUCIANTwo weeks, and I haven’t left this chair. Not since they pulled the arrow from Leah's side. Not since they said it might take her a long time to heal because it's silver. Not since she stopped moving and the light drained from her face.Her skin is still ghost-pale, and her lips cracked and dry. A sharp scent of blood and bitter herbs still cling to her like her own scent. I don’t know how many hours have passed. I don’t think I’ve breathed properly since then either. I just can't stop asking myself. Why did I leave her that day? Why did I?Over the past couple of days, the pack healers have come and gone, hovering like moths, changing her bandages, and doing everything they can. But all they tell me is that her body is getting better, but her soul seems too far off.Sasha tried to get me to rest. Theron said something about strategy, and I growled at him. No one tries anymore. They just leave food on the table and walk out quietly, while I sit here, watching my mate in pain.I
LUCIANFor a second, I just stare after calling her name without response. The world feels muffled, like I’ve been shoved underwater. My chest twists as I try to take in the full sight in front of me. Her hair is clinging to her face, sticky with sweat and blood. So much of her blood seeping into the floor, even to my boots, the thick scent grabbing the space between my breaths.Her blood spreads all over my hands as I reach for her. I can barely breathe. I don’t remember shifting. Don’t remember tearing through the courtyard with her cradled against my chest like something fragile, already broken. My boots hit the stone floor of the infirmary hard enough to echo, and still the healers take too long.“Move,” I growl, my voice raw and guttural.Two nurses rush forward, trying to take her from me, but I don’t let go.“Alpha Lucian,” one of the elder medics says, almost like a plea. “Please, you need to release the Luna, so we can work.”My arms lock around her like chains on a drowning
LEAHThe wind hits my face like a cold slap the moment I step outside. It's sharp, and clean, biting at my lungs, exactly what I needed to get my mind off him.My body aches from longing as I walk towards the training grounds, each person passing by giving a courtly bow as I walk past them, some even go as far as calling me. Luna? It still feels weird hearing the title being addressed to me. And maybe it would be a lot better if the so-called Alpha made me feel anything like it. He always leaves. And I hate that I still want him, whether he’s here or not. He won't even mark me, and I'm going crazy over him. My skin is still on fire from his touch and my inner thighs are tingling, calling for him.Shit. I’m thinking about him again. I mentally slap myself. I just can't seem to get over the fact that he just walked out like he hadn’t lit a match and dropped it in the middle of my chest. Who does that?I should be angry. Goddess, I want to be. But I can't… not when I can't get over how
LUCIANI left her again… fuck! I told myself it was the right thing, big lie. I told myself that if I stayed, I would’ve crossed a line I wasn’t sure she was ready for. But the truth is… it was me that wasn't ready.Goddess knows I want Leah. She drives me nuts every time I set my eyes on her. She has changed my world without even knowing it. Fenrir, my lycan is now always restless whenever we're not close to her, our mate. It kills me each time I'm close to her and her skin is exposed, her neck, where my mark is supposed to be. But I can't… Elara won't let me. As I kissed Leah just a few minutes ago, wanting to devour her body and make her fully mine, memories of Elara, my ex-mate suddenly engulfed my mind.It felt so real that I just couldn't continue with Leah. I could still smell her blood on my hands. I heard her voice as she begged me to stay the night before she died. I remembered my heart shattering right before I got to the pack house where Orion Caster, my former mentor,
LEAHI wake up to a dim room, my body aching like it doesn't belong to me. I scan the room slowly. The curtains are drawn halfway, letting in just enough light to paint golden lines across the stone floor. My legs feel like noodles under the sheets, a dull ache in my thighs and arms reminding me of yesterday… the sparring, the sleepwalking. And the way Lucian carried me into the room in his arms, and stayed… for a while, at least.My fingers trace the pillow beside me. It's still warm, and still smells like him. I curl closer to it before forcing myself to sit up. I might be falling for him more than I want to admit. And it's more than just the mate bond, I'm genuinely falling in love with Alpha Lucian. The Goddess knows he'll be the death of me.As I sit up, brushing my hair back from my face, I feel something fall from it. I pull the sheets away to take a closer look and I see that it's a single hair strand. I almost toss it in the bin, but then I notice that it's glowing faintly, l