03. Love Biting Him

“Leave me. Let me go,” Amelia's screams continued to resonate in that dark forest but ignoring them completely, he continued to walk and then he made her sit on the top of a horse.

Climbing on the horse, he settled behind her.

“No…leave me. I said…” he grabbed her both hands which she had been using to hit him, nonstop.

“That’s enough,” he uttered to her, irritated with her stubbornness. He was not a man with much patience.

Amelia glared at him. In order to protect herself from him, she bit his palm aggressively to free her hands from his hold, which made him scowl. 

After making sure to dig her sharp teeth against his palm, Amelia took her head upward and looked at him, angrily, but all she found on his face was an irked look.

“You seem to love biting me, don’t you?” He grabbed her nape, catching her off guard.

He pulled her face closer to his, tangling their breathings and making her clutch the front of his clothes to maintain her balance on the horse.

“But do you know what will happen if I bite you, princess?” The corner of his mouth tugged upward as he breathed out those words to her because they both knew what would happen if he would dig his brutally sharp canines against her softly gentle skin.

Amelia clenched her jaw.

“I know what will happen,” she continued attempting to push him away from her. He lifted his one brow at her.

“But if I am already going to die tonight then you will pay for this too,” she spat at him through grinded teeth. He grinned. He had never seen something so brave yet so naive.

She knew he was going to kill her but yet she was busy triggering him more and more, instead of begging him to let go of her life.

This she-wolf was really different and unique.

“So you are really not afraid of dying tonight?” He asked her in a whispering tone. Amelia continued to glare at him fearlessly, but suddenly when he clutched a fist of her hair and she saw his sharp canines coming out, she teared up.

He pushed his mouth closer to her neck but just as his canines merely grazed against her skin, he heard a soft sob breaking out of her mouth. 

Taking his gaze upward, he looked at her face and saw her eyes were tightly closed. Tears were rolling down from the corner of her eyes, which made him grin again.

He left her hair.

“What happened? Now scared of dying, my wolf princess?” He whispered in her ear, gently caressing her earlobe with his canines.

Amelia had turned so terrified that she instantly tried to jump down from the horse, but grabbing her waist, he pressed her tightly against his own chest.

“I hate defiance, princess….so don't make me take even the remaining hours of your precious life from you,” he warned her, now with a dark look on his face.

Amelia looked into his pale-crimson eyes, feeling like something inside her own body twisting under his perilous gaze. She didn't know what was happening to her and what was now going to happen to her, so she slowly lowered her glossy eyes and stopped protesting.

She was feeling too exhausted now, both mentally and physically because what else had left in her life for her, except to accept her death? Her own mate had betrayed her and rejected her, and that man had found her who wanted nothing but to kill her, so what else could she fight for now?

She should give up.

“That's like a good princess,” he whispered in her ear, observing her defeated look, and finding her finally silent, he pulled the reins and signalled the horse with his legs, which immediately started running at his command.

He felt her tightly holding onto his clothes and shoving herself deeper in his body as the horse started running faster. So she was scared of horse riding? 

Smirking, he intentionally sped up the pace of the horse, making it run at a more rapid pace.

Amelia tightly shut eyes and ended up burying her face in his chest. She was terrified of horse riding because she had once fallen from a horse in her childhood and since then, she had never even gone closer to horses ever again.

His strong smell of pines and cedar immediately started calming her down. Her fear started fading and relaxation washed over her. Her tensed body loosened up and she still had no idea how and why.

She hadn't felt this serenity even in the arms of Jared, who was her destined mate, then why with him?

What was happening?

Pulling the reins, he halted the horse right in front of the main entrance of the Lycans royal castle. The guards at the entrance bowed at him.

Trailing his gaze down, he looked at her and found her still asleep against his chest. The werewolf princess fell asleep on his chest in the middle of their journey here because she seemed too afraid and exhausted of everything, especially him.

Grinning, he tried to wake her up but she snuggled her face more into his neck. This she-wolf seemed to turn herself extra comfortable in his embrace.

Stepping down from the horse, he also pulled her down and collected her in his embrace. To his utter surprise, she still didn't wake up from her sleep and that was where he realised she was burning.

Her body felt extremely hot and he somehow already knew why.

Holding her in his arms, he entered the castle.

“Callum….” His feet paused from proceeding further, hearing that familiar voice. He turned around and found his aunt, Sharon, standing in front of him.

He noticed how his aunt's eyes widened when they fell over Amelia in his embrace.

“Who is she and why have you taken her here?” Sharon dashed towards him and asked him, shocked, but when she looked at Amelia from closely, her gaze broadened in horror.

“Callum, she is….”

“Yes….she is that werewolf princess,” he completed his aunt's words while taking his eyes down to look at Amelia's completely calm face.

His words appalled his aunt even more.

“But how did you find her? Didn't she used to live in the human world? How did you recognise her?” Sharon asked him, still extremely shocked and worried. She still couldn't believe that Callum had finally found that werewolf princess, whom their entire Lycan kingdom had been trying to find for years.

He remained quiet for a moment and just stared at Amelia's closed eyes.

“She came back to celebrate her mate's birthday whom she eventually rejected today,” his reply startled Sharon even more.

“And after rejecting him, she left his pack and ended up getting inside that forest where I was already searching for her,” he uttered, still keeping his eyes on Amelia.

“But how do you know about all of this?” His aunt's question finally made him look away from Amelia. 

“I have my ways,” he replied, peering at his aunt, and then attempted to walk away from there.

“Where are you taking her now? You know that your father is not present in the castle at this moment,” she reminded him. 

His feet paused.

“I can play a little with this wolf princess till my father won't return….” He trailed his eyes back at Amelia again and grinned wickedly.

“After that, I will gladly end her life to break that f*cking curse,” saying that he took Amelia away from there.

“Callum….” Sharon tried to stop him but he had already left. Terror washed over Sharon because she knew how cruel her nephew could be, especially for that 21 years old werewolf princess, Amelia, whom he had been searching for like an insane, all these years.

Now no one and nothing could shield the Werewolf Princess from that barbaric Lycan Prince tonight.