I did not want to be here.. I did not know why I was meeting him here and to what end. Since I have been his prisoner for now over 10 years, I have never seen his chambers, nor did I ever thought I would. First off, his father captured me when I was very young.. Secondly, my powers rested on the condition of my celibacy, the old Alpha understood that, I thought to myself…Alpha King Roman was known for many things with the packs – one of those things was his prolific sex life. Most men are not saints, but Alpha King Roman had a reputation of serious philanderer. I do not recall him ever having a committed relationship. Granted, he has never found his mate, which was very unusual too.
“Ah, Beta Artemis, you are here”… a strong husky voice, belonging to Alpha King said.. Alpha, Art simply bowed, and pushed me forth. “Dragana, how lovely of you to join”.. I looked up to be met with dark blue eyes belonging to Alpha King.. “My Lord”, I said simply and bowed..
“No need for formalities.. We are all friends here tonight, and we have much to discuss”.. he smiled.. “Sit down”.. I heard the door closing behind which meant Art was gone..
Looking around the large room the only place I could sit was the bed… There was couple of chairs for decorative purposes in the corner next to some plants, but they were on the other side of the room… A very large, black onyx bed, with crisp white sheets and black bedding was in the center of the room.. Room was spacious and bright, however, decorated minimally. Predominant colors were black and white, although sigils of packs under Alpha King’s control were displayed on the large wall opposite the window, including his native resident pack, Rising Moon. Silvers and reds were the accents, the pack colors. Very few personal items were in this room, save for two large swords above the bed. I knew they belonged to his great grandfather, the one who united packs under the family rulership, mostly by executing other Alphas and ruling with iron fist. Even in history books, Spieta family was known for its ruthlessness, blood thirst and gore.. And now, I was standing in the chambers of the head of that family, Alpha King Roman.
“Dragana, he continued, his husky voice getting icier.. “I believe I asked you to sit”..
Here goes nothing I thought to myself.. Long ago, his father made my mother create an energetic, magic shield for him and any of future Alpha King of their lineage. It meant that witches as I could not read their mind, that they were protected from any type of manipulation from us. As such, despite my gifts, I could not read his thoughts or intentions. I did not like the position I was in, but my mother’s magic was unbreakable, even to me, and Alpha King surely was not willing to drop the shield. Moving slowly towards the side of the bed, I gingerly sat down, not knowing why I am here instead of our usual meeting in his office.
“It has been two years Roman continued.. You have told me two years ago that I will find a mate”..
“Yes, Alpha.. err.. Alpha King, I said nervously.. I have seen it in the reading.. You will find her.. I nodded reassuring him.. You know I have never been wrong”..
His blue eyes were glistening with silver, his steady, unwavering gaze on me.. He easily stood close to 7 feet tall, his olive skin shining under the lights falling on him.. He moved like a predator, softly but with intent and power, his every muscle budging through the simple white shirt and black pair of slacks on him.. His chestnut hair was slicked back into a ponytail, only further showcasing his strong slightly bearded jaw and chiseled face. Prominent was his family tribal tattoo, each male member of his family having one on the left side. They got more elaborate with signs and sigils higher the rank, and save for old Alpha, his was the most elaborate of all.
Bed indented significantly when he sat next to me.. I felt miniature next to him, even though I easily was 6ft myself, yet, sheer power of his aura he exuded made me feel this way. I could not shield myself from him, that was another one of benefits of my mother’s magic given to him and his line. I could fight him though and I could protect myself, and for this I was getting ready.
“There is no need for violence or defense.. Remember, we are all friends here tonight”, he said, lifting my face with his finger, making me look at him directly..
“I have been more than patient.. yet, I have no mate… You PROMISED!!”, he said emphasizing those words, “YOU PROMISED that I will have an heir and a mate. Yet, I am alone.”
“I do not control the readings.. I only translate and interpret what I see”, I said softly..
“Perhaps you were wrong.. perhaps your interpretation was wrong” he said his voice angrier, his grip harder..
“I HAVE NO SON, NO MATE!!” he roared this time, grabbing my neck and squeezing it tight.. His eyes were dark and cold as the depths of ocean and I started getting scared..
Still gripping my neck I felt his warm breath on me, his large hand pulling me closer to him.. “If I do not get a mate in next 6 months Dragana… I will still have my heir” he said menacingly staring me down.. “And, you, you will be my heir’s mother.. you will carry my son”.. he said finally releasing my neck..
His large hand remained steady on my lower back and held me in place, but at least I could breathe.. Air filling my lungs stung for a second and my chest felt like they will explode until I regained my composure.. “Alpha King…Roman.. I tried to say firmly, but gently.. you know I cannot be defiled, my powers will leave if I am no longer a virgin.. I will not be able to assist you or the pack, I will not be able to see or even create protections.. I am sorry - I cannot marry you”.. I said trying to breathe and coughing up, however, my strength coming back to me..“BULLSHIT!!!”.”ABSOLUTE, ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT”!!!! Alpha King jumped up, screaming and pacing across the room with unimaginable force.. This was a sensitive issue for him, that much was clear.. I did not understand why or what he really wanted from me – there were plenty of well bred, beautiful, single she-wolves who would have wanted to carry his offspring. Some would even forgone the marriage or the title of a Luna, only to be
He was right.. My body did betray me shamelessly and despite of the fact that he was one who held me captive and was also a total douche, my body reacted in a very unexpected and inexplicable way did want him.. I was 25 years old, and have never experienced a man’s touch.. Mother and I were captured shortly before my 15th birthday and brought to this pack by Roman’s father, Alpha King Jonathan. I had never dated, as the prophecies were told of my powers and loss of same powers, if I shall get romantically involved with a man. I understood what it meant, I helped deliver some of the pack’s children and soothed many broken hearts of young girls over the years; either with listening, advice or herbal teas at time. I always thought that mine was the life of celibacy, and that this was demanded by the Goddess for bestowing gifts to me. Your mother knew love. She knew a man, a soft voice in my head said.. This was true and as Alpha King stated, she did not ever lose her powers, in fact the
Stumbling back out of King’s chambers, I felt disheveled. I never expected him to cross that line, despite knowing how ruthless and selfish he can be. There was no reason for him to look for me, there were plenty of she-wolves at his disposal should he have wanted an heir or simply sex. I was off limits, at least I thought that until today.Beta Art stood by the door as I walked out. His caring eyes flickered gold looking at me and I could see that he was concerned, yet I sensed conflict in him. After all his loyalty would always be to Roman. “Do you need my help going back” he asked..I genuinely did not want company.. I needed a bath, I needed to scrub the feeling of being violated from my mind and body in every way.. “I will be ok” I said softly nodding at him.. I almost ran through the corridors to my room, walking in locking the door, knowing fully well it did not mean a thing if I did. Anyone here, she-volves included could break that door. They could not break the barrier thoug
Over the years I have learned to trust that voice. It was my refuge in cold and lonely nights, when stars were dim and nothing made sense - my only real friend. Often I wondered how my mother – a witch Princess found herself in this situation – how she agreed to this when in reality she likely did not have to. She had a coven, she was a daughter of a powerful witch Lord. A lot of my history did not make sense, a lot of my family relationship were a mystery to me. I asked the voice, but she was always providing limited information. Somehow I knew she was holding things back from me, as it was not time. I knew she knew more and was not telling. All witches have this voice - it is akin to were wolf other self for witches, although we did not have a separate identity for ours – we did not transform, simply listened to that inner voice as our guide. For ware’s that voice was that of their wolf, for Lycan’s that of their Lycan. The voices are part of our being, acting somewhat as an advisor
Roman’s POVComposing myself after Salma left took me a minute. I had a long day ahead of me – there has been much to do. Rouge attacks on some of the packs were intensifying, but there was something strange about them. We could not pin point what exactly was going on, but I had my suspicions that other supernatural’s were involved. Rogue attacks normally were not organized – these activities were very well organized and injured or killed some of the seasoned warriors. I had to up our assistance from my own military forces and in some cases even seek assistance from the Lycan King. I did not like doing that, but packs, women and children were at stake and I was not going to lose them simply because of my pride. I could be an idiot, but lives of innocents were more important than my ego. I mind-linked one of my Generals to get the status update.. We were about to overtake the Blue Moon pack, and I needed a status update.. Their Alpha has become increasingly ruthless, even for our kind
Everybody in the Kingdom knew of Lycan King’s favorite child – Lady Jasmine. The stories of her origins were clouded and there were many rumors. We all knew she was adopted though – not his real blood, however, we also knew that she was his heir. A future Lycan Queen. King had gone through great lengths to ensure this – normally our customs dictate that the heir must be a blood born child – that of a fated or a chosen mate. Nobody existed to King Malakai, not even his born sons or his born daughters – he had a few. They were obviously none too happy about it, but they were also not on par with Lady Jasmine. Fierce as she was beautiful, her name was a terror in anybody who dared crossed the King or even think of it. She was loyal to a fault. You wanted Jasmine as your friend – everybody knew that. And you most definitely did not want her as a foe. She could be extremely cruel too – or so I heard. The legend has it that somebody tried to poison the King – hundreds of years ago – in fact
Dragana POVAfter my events in the bathtub, I realized I had to come up with the plan to find Alpha King his mate, as quickly as possible.. The situation I was in was no longer sustainable. I could not go living like this – and I most definitely could not allow him to capture me as his breeder. Despite my obvious reaction and attraction to Roman, I rationalized that it was fantasy and my biological body response .As a virgin, untouched by a man, it was not unnatural that after 25 years of celibacy a man’s touch could get me excited or that I would seek to masturbate and envision things I rationalized. Reality was and is that I did not want to be used and treated as trash or a breeder by anyone. The reality was that Roman needed an heir which only left me with the one option – find his mate find him his fated Queen Luna and be done with it. You have a little girl’s crush I said to myself, and you are a lonely, horny little girl, I said to myself. “Are you sure of that?” the voice said
Roman’s POVSmug look on her face, her eyes glued on me like needless told me I needed to be very, very careful in how I answer.. “I know everything about Dragana.. she has been here for over 10 years, she has grown up in the pack” I said tactfully. I was not going to reveal any of my desires or feelings to Jasmine – Lycan Princess or not… Plus I was going to keep as much of my cards close to my chest – it sounded as if she knew something and perhaps playing it cool with her, I could discover something in the process. Jasmine was much older then me, and as a Lycan Princess she had vast knowledge and various resources at her disposal. Coupled with the fact that she was centuries old, even though that was not visible, maybe this conversation can prove to be useful – maybe she can tell me something of value, I reasoned with myself. “Perhaps, Jasmine knows how to amplify Dragana’s powers, or help in some way to her seeing through the veil, perhaps we can get our mate that way” Caleb said