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 to any line of witch blood – stronger the line, quicker the voice is to materialize itself, quicker we are in tune with our inner selves and guide given to us. I came from a very long line on my mother’s side, so my voice came to me very early on. “You are a young and beautiful woman Dragana, the voice continues.. Sex is a natural order of things”. I thought of that carefully. It was in direct conflict with what I have been taught and what I have been told from day one.. “But my powers”, I protested, still sitting in warm tub, residuals of my orgasm, and heat rippling through me in waves.. “Witches too have mates, the voice retorted.. You do not need to be celibate to retain them.. The old Alpha King simply protected you from his pack” the voice said again..
It is true that Roman’s father told me of these rules. He was always very fatherly to me, very protective. I have always felt safe with him and I knew he cared deeply for me and my mother, for my happiness as well. After my mother’s death - as I was alone witch and a very young one at that, I had no other choice but to believe him. When I brought up my mother and her marriage, he simply said I was different and had different fate – that of celibacy and virginity for the rest of my life. I believed him.. However, the pulsating fire coming from my clit was disagreeing with that and I wondered what would it feel like to have a large, massive cock of an Alpha King inside me, stretching me, filling me, making me come over and over.. My thoughts were driving me crazy, thoughts of him..
He has a mate, I thought to myself trying to compose my excitement and push away the budding feelings.. “You have a choice here” the soft voice said again..” You can get your freedom if you get his mate. .Get him his mate and get your freedom.. Sex with him is not important.. If that is what you want, you will find somebody else, or perhaps even you have a mate - but for now, lets focus on getting out of here and being free” the voice reasoned in my head.. She was right. I desperately wanted my freedom – to experience a life outside of this gilded cage and if indeed I was destined a mate to live my life with him. And for that, I knew I had to find his..
However, my clit was still warm, wanting him, needing him, thinking of him.. This was something I have never experienced before.. It was throbbing, pulsating, having a mind of its own and needing me to rub it and slide my fingers inside my walls.. Now that I have tasted the orgasm, I wanted more.. I wanted more of that feeling of weightlessness and pure pleasure.. Thinking of Roman’s kiss, his warm breath on me, the way he pulled me, the way his lips tasted, the way he commanded me, overpowering yet gentle at the same time. I slid my fingers slowly past my entrance, at first gently.. The moment I thought of his warm breath, my fingers had a mind of their own rubbing and sliding with incredible speed, almost penetrating.. My pulse quickened, and I did not know if I was even present on this world.. The warm radiating energy pulsated all over my body and I screamed out in even larger orgasm..
Water was cold at this point, but my body was on fire… I wanted him inside me so badly..
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
Coughing up I cursed the day I got to know King Malakai and Lady Jasmine. I was totally humiliated, and had to retain whatever semblance of my pride. “Silver Lycan is a fable, Lady Jasmine. I did not think that a creature as old as you would believe in children stories”, I said snickering and sipping the bourbon she poured from my drink cabinet.She was sitting back in her chair, her long legs crossed looking at me as if I were the stupidest person in the universe… “Tsss tssssk.. Alpha King, you have much to learn – you really can be an idiot”, she said exasperated.“This is the story set in a time way before your existence..” she started, looking at me in an expression I could not define…”Long time ago, in the Balkan mountains. You of course know the story of creation, and that of each of our species, of course. You know of your elder Lakota, she mused and ours, Queen Rowena”, she continued.. I simply nodded, my neck still hurting, looking at her.However, there is another story whi
Banging on my door was simply intensifying. Fresh from my dream of the white wolf and her family, I was little groggy. Somehow in my dream I managed to get dirty- this happened from time to time – I had some dirt on my feet… “Dragana, hurry up” Beta Art boomed continuously banging on the door.“Hold on, do not break my door – easy there Art”, I said, getting up and trying to put myself together… “Alpha King is demanding to see you again”.. On these words I literally froze.. I was not ready to see him just now, especially twice in one day.. “in his chambers again???” I asked, my voice slightly trembling.. “No, and please hurry. Also Dragana, we have a visitor, so please wear something more formal”.. Art retorted ..Oh just great, I thought to myself.. All I needed is a visitor where I had to pretend, be on some uppity meeting, especially after today. Today was confusing me in so many ways and I still have to come to terms with what all that was about with the Alpha King. For now, at le
His stone face told me he was pissed.. His aura was pulsating anger and all kinds of confusing emotions – fear, anxiety, intimidation.. I did not know what to make of the whole mix.. All of the day today was extremely strange. I did not need Alpha King to be pissed at me again, I did not need to be in the room with him after our encounter and after my tub. The thoughts of the tub escapades crossed my mind and I blushed – although I tried my best to control myself and now show much to him…“Perhaps this is for the best” he said getting up slowly, his voice with a strange, menacing undertone. “You have been useless in finding me a mate, despite your promises.. And with you gone, maybe I can focus and stop relying on somebody so pathetic and actually find me a mate worthy to be my Queen Luna”.. His words stung incredibly and I felt as if somebody grabbed my heard by iron fist. I did not think I deserved his vitriol, yet I was on the receiving end of it.. “He is upset with the Princess, h
Roman’s words hurt more than I thought. I realized that perhaps I cared for him also more then I was willing to admit. Putting myself together, I got out only to see Beta Art’s stoic face looking at me with unreadable expression. “Are you ok?” he asked, his eyes never leaving me..I simply nodded trying to keep whatever pride and dignity I had left. Werewolves had excellent sense of smell and hearing.. He had to have heard and known or perhaps guessed as to what transpired. The thought of Roman’s hot breath and his hands made me blush..“Alpha King Johnathan will be happy to see you”, he continued trying to maintain neutral conversation… “I can take you?”..“Fresh air will do me good.. I’ll walk through the forest by the south of the compound” I said.. Lake house is not far away”.. “Are you sure??”..his kind eyes were asking.. “Sun is setting – it maybe dangerous out there”..“Nobody dares come to Alpha King lands, you know that”, I said now laughing trying to brush of his concern and