Chapter four: His to claim

Rhience

Standing before me is the woman who has been plaguing my dreams. She has been the center of my visions for the past two years.

Fuck! She’s even prettier in person. My mind flashes back to the first time I saw her in my dream two years ago. I was shocked, but mesmerized at the same time. It was the first time I had ever seen a hybrid, even it was only in my dreams. She kept on appearing to me and every time I tried to reach out to her, she would disappear. But all that was until last week when Selene appeared to me, breaking my decade long curse and saying something along the lines of “I have given you a mate, my child. She has been born into suffering so she may become strong enough to stand beside you. The white wolf and the witch are two halves of the same whole. Find her. Protect her. She is the key to ending the century old war.” I immediately knew that it was the woman who had been haunting my dreams for two years that is my mate. The same night the blonde haired woman appeared to me again, but this time, Instead of the bright smiles she would give me before disappearing, she had a heartbroken expression on her face, with tears dropping down her eyes The bright light that was usually around her seemed to dim and her white wolf was no were to be seen. My beautiful mate. What did they do to her?. I stepped towards her and she didn’t run this time, instead she offered a smile which was fragile but breathtaking nonetheless. My possessive instincts roared to life and I closed the distance between us. I gently cupped her face and my hands were trembling. For the first time in a decade, I showed some kind of weakness.

“You won’t have to wait much longer, my sweet girl,” I whispered , my voice rough with a longing that has lasted lifetimes. I brushed away a tear with my thumb. “I’ve finally found you. And I’m coming to claim what belongs to me.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and softened into something warmer, just before she vanished.

Back to the present. She’s staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. When I speak, recognition flashes across her face, followed instantly by shock. The bond between us pulses, humming stronger with every single heartbeat.

She is mine. And I am finally here to claim her.

“Y-you’re the voice in my head!” She stutters and I blank for a moment. Her voice is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my life. what does she mean by the voice in her head?

“What do you mean mate?” I ask her and her eyes widened even more dramatically.

“I-I heard your voice inside my head earlier this week. Who are you? And why are you calling me your mate?”

“You’ll find out who I am in due time. Now, tell me your name” her lips part but no words come out.

She hesitates, her gaze darting around my face as if she is searching for something. The scent of her fear mixes with something sweeter-arousal, curiosity and the fresh lingering pain of a broken mate bond. My wolf snarls at the knowledge that another male had once dared to claim her, even temporarily.

“Lisandra. My name is Lisandra Wentworth.” She finally answers. I know that name. It’s the name of the gamma of this pack. So she’s his daughter? How come she is half-witch then? I take a single step closer to her and when she doesn’t back away, I close the space between us completely.

“Why did you call me your mate? I just broke up with my mate a few moments ago. I can’t have another mate so suddenly.” She says in disbelief and I just want to take her in my arms but I control myself.

“Anything is possible for the moon goddess to do Lisandra.That pup was never meant to be for you . He was only temporary. You belong to me now.” Her hands curl into fists at her side and that’s when I see it. Silver sparks flicker briefly across her knuckles before she forces them down. It’s magic, just like in my dreams.

“You can’t just walk in here and declare that,” she says, with a whole lot of fight in her. She’s feisty and fuck if I don’t love it. I smirk as I watch her. She looks like she wants to attack me but she doesn’t because she’s in Lycan territory. She knows how dangerous it is to practice magic here. Although I won’t let any thing happen to her. She’s now under my protection.

“Hmmm. We’ll see about that Mate.” I reach up slowly, brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear. The second my fingers graze her skin, the bond detonates between us. It’s golden, searing and absolute. Her breath hitches. My eyes burn pure gold.

Suddenly, a low, growl rumbles from the far side of the hall. A man steps forward, claws already half-shifted, face twisted with pure rage.

“Get your hands off my mate.” Lisandra goes completely still in my arms at his words.Then she snaps. She wrenches away from me so fast that I barely have time to react. Silver sparks explode across her hands as she turns on Julian, her eyes blazing with pure fury.

“I am not your mate!” she shouts, her voice shaking with rage. “I rejected you! You and Genevieve can rot together for all I care!”

The magic around her hands grows wilder and ready to strike. The space now feels very charged. She’s about to attack him.

And if she does… every Lycan in this building will see exactly what she is.