Who Are You?

Charlotte Moore's POV

He transformed back into his human form. He held me tightly, searching for my lips in the darkness. His hands gently removed my clothes, and he caressed my scarred skin. When he learned the origin of my scars, he bent down and softly kissed them. His beard grazed my skin, making me slightly ticklish.

His kisses seemed to have a magical power, erasing all the physical pain from my body. My arms were no longer sore, and the burns on my skin from the scorching iron chains no longer hurt.

In the dimly lit cave, we made love. His touches, his caresses, his kisses, and his thrusts drove me wild. He gave me the most wonderful experience of intimacy. As we cum, I made him mark me on the back of my neck. When his teeth pierced my skin, I felt an unprecedented sense of joy and satisfaction. I let out a moan of the utmost pleasure.

This dark cave felt like heaven to me. At the spot he marked, a powerful force surged into my body. It was the power of the mate bond, awakening the dormant wolf within me. She was slowly waking up, her senses gradually returning, and she was building her strength. I could feel it.

"Can you speak?" I tried to communicate with her.

"A little," her voice echoed weakly in my mind, like a thin thread.

"What should I call you? How about Keith?" I asked for her opinion. Keith was my mother's nickname, and I wanted to name my wolf after her in memory.

"Whatever you like," her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, hard to hear clearly.

"We finally have a mate. Having a mate by my side feels so happy and secure," I said contentedly.

"Yes, our mate is the most powerful werewolf in the world," she became talkative when discussing our mate, "We deserve such a powerful mate. I used to be a strong wolf too, and if it weren't for Morgan, I would have been the second most powerful werewolf in the world, right after our mate."

Morgan's name ignited a burning rage in my chest, and I clenched my fists. "We will definitely seek revenge and justice."

"I feel the same way. I need to rest for a while; my strength has only partially returned," she said and then returned to her slumber.

I curled up in my mate's embrace. He was the most powerful werewolf in the world, undoubtedly Sebastian Ryan, The Alpha King. I had heard some rumors about him. The legendary Alpha King was a true madman, the Iris Targaryen II of the werewolf world. People privately called him "Mad Sebastian."

It was said that on the night of the full moon, he would transform into a bloodthirsty monster, roaming every corner of the werewolf continent, committing atrocities. His name struck terror into all werewolves.

But those were just rumors. I don't believe my sweet mate is a madman as they say.

I rested my head on his strong chest, and listened to his sleeping breath, feeling safe and sound. Slowly, drowsiness overcame me, my eyelids drooped, and I entered sleep.

When I woke up again, the moon had already set. The first rays of morning sunlight pierced into the cave, illuminating the handsome face of the man beside me. His thick black hair framed his deep and charming facial features. His long, dark eyelashes cast a shadow beneath his eyes. He was handsome enough to make any woman drool. I lay on my side, silently admiring his peerless appearance, while my fingers gently traced his muscular chest.

After a while, his eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"You're finally awake!" I felt relieved.

He turned to look at me, wearing a surprised expression. The way he looked at me, how can I put it, it was as if he were looking at a stranger.

"Who are you? Why am I here? Why are you with me?" His barrage of questions caught me off guard. He had been tender and passionate with me last night, but this morning, he pretended not to know me. Had he gone mad, or was it me?

"Are you joking with me? I'm your mate. Last night, in this cave, you marked me," I said, somewhat angrily. Seeing that he still wore an unbelieving expression, I pushed aside my hair to reveal the mark on the back of my neck.

"No, it can't be!" He grabbed my neck, lifting me up and pressing me against the cave wall. "How could my mate be such a weak human like you? You must have enchanted me last night when I was most vulnerable."

I was unable to breathe, trapped in his grip. I tried to pry his hands off with mine, kicking desperately, but the power difference between us was insurmountable. Soon, my brain started to lack oxygen, my vision blurred, and my consciousness began to fade. Was I going to die? Was I going to die at the hands of my mate?

At the next moment, he released his grip on me, and I fell heavily to the ground.

"Tell me, who are you?" he questioned again.

"Charlotte... Charlotte Moore," I gasped, clutching my chest and struggling to catch my breath. I couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Suddenly, my head throbbed with intense pain. He crouched down, grabbing my hair and forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted in anger, and veins bulged on his forehead, making him look like a demon. I was terrified by his appearance, drenched in cold sweat, as if all the blood in my body had drained away.

"You're the woman who brought the curse upon me!" He gritted his teeth as if he wanted to devour me alive, and his claws gleamed with a cold, metallic light. His claws inched closer to my throat. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Was I about to die? I couldn't accept it! If I had to die, why not let it be on that full moon night two years ago? Why subject me to so much suffering? Why let me die just after I've experienced extreme pleasure? I couldn't die; I had to kill Morgan with Keith, for my mother's sake!