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 though I thought to myself. However, if Alpha King wanted to come in, barrier did not work on him.
For the millionth time I regrated the choice my mother made when she made that shield. Somehow, I also knew she really had no choice, yet it made me resentful all the same…
Starting the hot tub I tossed in some herbs, lavender and vanilla scents so I can calm down and relax.. There was a lot for me to do, a lot on my plate, lot on my shoulders. For now, I needed to rest, recompose myself and strategize as to how to find Alpha King his mate and how to free myself.
Alpha King was a strange case. Most werewolves, especially those of strong blood lines like Alphas or Beta’s – especially one of such incredible lineage as Alpha King would find their mate by age of 18 or 20 at least. Most would have at least 2-3 pups by age of 30. Alpha King Roman was 30, yet has never found a mate. Both his mother and father came from prestigious lines, in fact, his mother’s line was unique – wolves with extra abilities – a small but extremely powerful pack. It was not for the lack of trying on Alpha King-s part. He looked everywhere, visited all packs, looked in the packs in Europe – even in the Lycan kingdom. And when he did not find her – he literally fucked his way through the Kingdom, I chuckled to myself, getting into a warm scented bath..
The warmth of water enveloped me.. I felt the stress of the encounter leaving me – I needed to forget this, to rest and focus on myself. felt my muscles relax, my spirit calm down.. However, I felt something else.. The throbbing sensation between my legs, warm and pulsating.. wanting another kiss.. wanting to be touched..
Could it be that I wanted him?? That I wanted sex, from him?? All these years, I never really looked at him that way. I knew of his escapades, I knew he was an attractive man – I had eyes after all. But save for once before, we never really were in a close physical contact – it was always business as usual.
Laying there, the energy of pulsation between my legs became hard to ignore.. I remembered his scent, his lips on mine and somehow my hands found their way to my clit, involuntarily at first… It was warm to the touch, wet in a different way then water, and I wanted his lips on it… More I thought of it, more my thoughts called for him to kiss me, suck me, fuck me, do whatever he wanted to me, just to have him.. My mind was spinning, my breath ragged. My fingers had to substitute and slowly gliding up and down my clit I thought of his eyes, his breath, and the movement became faster, and faster and faster.. until my toes curled, fire was cursing through my stomach and my whole body, I screamed and I was undone..
Could it be that I wanted Alpha King as my lover?? This was confusing me, and scaring me at the same time.. His words echoed. In my head – why did he pick me of all to carry his children if he could not find the mate? Why me.. And why am I reacting to him in this weird yet wanting, needing way? “You are simply looking for a mate yourself”, the same soft voice in my head said.. “He is the only male touch you experienced, and lets face it, you need to get fucked” the voice said matter-o-fact.. You are just reacting to something you want and never had”..
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
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