5. Alaric

ALARIC

I get up and walk over to the balcony, taking out a smoke and lighting it before getting a whiff.

It's that dream again. Every night, it's the same, and every time it would end with me desperately reaching out for that woman...

I could not remember her face, but I do know that she has waist length curly dark brown hair, with blonde highlights here and there. She had a sexy hourglass figure, and her eyes...

Fuck, her eyes. Beautiful green crystals that seemed to have the ability to rip through my soul if she commanded it.

The beast inside me stirs violently making me grab onto the railing to steady myself.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?' I said, gritting my teeth when I felt a pair of hands snake up my chest. My skin crawled in disgust as my brow twitched.

"What's wrong, babe?" A woman's voice whispered in my ears, trying to seduce me.

Ignoring her entire existence, I focus on steadying the beast instead when I felt a hand trying to stroke my cock.

Before she could get any further, I let out a thunderous growl that reverberated in all my surroundings, enough to make the entire building gasp in shock as I grabbed her hand aggressively.

"You dare touch me without my permission?" I snarled, my voice mixed with that of my lycan's, making her eyes go wide in utter shock.

She bowed her head immediately, baring her neck to me in submission.

Fergus, my butler, had thought it fitting to send the daughter of another high-ranking lycan to my floor to impress me.

And she had done a satisfying job blowing me last night, so I decided to f*ck her senseless. But to my dismay, she was not able to satisfy my lycan.

No one can.

"F-forgive me, y-your highness," she stutters, and I roll my eyes. Annoyed with her presence in my room.

"Get out," I commanded and she immediately turned on her heel and left.

Just when the door clicked, it slammed open and banged loudly against the wall.

I let out a thunderous growl before turning with godspeed, ready to give that woman who dares defile me a piece of my f*cking mind.

"That's the 23rd woman this month, I believe, your highness,"

I stopped in my tracks just in time before I could rip the throat out of the intruder, and saw that it was Fergus my butler. His shoulder length-blonde hair was tucked neatly behind his ears and styled to prefection. With striking blue eyes and a body of a strong warrior, he was looked up to by everyone just as though he is royalty.

Sighing, I turned around and went to my walk-in closet to change.

"Doesn't matter, Fergus. Nothing is going to change," Even if I meet another 23 more, I am certain not a single one of them can hold my gaze, let alone my release.

After changing into a tight black shirt paired off with ripped jeans and combat boots, I get out and find Fergus waiting for me with his head bowed as a sign of respect.

"Raise your head, Fergus," I said.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, your highness," he responded in a more polite tone, and I rolled my eyes.

He and I know when it comes to formalities, it is useful only when in public.

"What? You telling me you cannot do something feels... wrong," I remarked, which finally made him chuckle and slowly remove his intangible mask forged when facing royalty. Well, other than me.

His whole body relaxed, no longer that which was trained to perform duties as my butler. He loosened his tie and lazily sat himself on the edge of my bed, legs spread. The way he carried himself with such poise and confidence made him look like he owned the entire place.

This is the real Fergus, and my best friend.

"Dude, you f*cked up. Again." He said, sounding tired and glaring daggers at me as if I was to blame.

He was referring to all the women I had kicked out for the past three months. I was offered a plenty of mixed she-wolves and lycans. All belonging to respectable families and having a high status attached to their names. But then again, none of that meant anything to me and my lycan.

He wants more.

"It is not my fault if they could not satisfy me enough," I grumbled in protest, crossing my arms against my chest.

Fergus stared at me for a moment and sighed, "And if no one meets your standards? Alaric, you are already 31 years old. You should have been crowned King ages ago, and yet here you are.. stuck in a position where you need to depend on a shitty deal to claim your rightful throne," he scolded, and now I wish I could have my butler back.

Now, if he had been someone else, I could have decapitated him right then and there simply for talking to me in that manner, but Fergus has always been like a second parent to me.

Now that I think about it, he was more of a parent to me than my father ever was, despite the mere five year gap between us.

"That shitty deal would get me to my rightful throne, Fergus. I just need the right woman for it,"

I grumbled.

"What about Lilly?" He asked making me growl out instantly.

"Never mention her name to me again," I spoke, my voice coming out more threatening than I intended it to be.

It is not that I hate Lilly. In fact, it is more like the other way around. I stood up straight, reminiscing the palpable fear I had felt when I had hurt her because I cannot keep my Lycan under control. I sighed. No one would understand.

"Fine, now why don't we go down the bar for a few drinks and forget about the whole finding-an heir-thing even for just a moment?" Fergus suggested, rounding one arm on my shoulder.

I raised a brow, but it did not take me another moment to say, "Fine, but first take your arm off me or you'll have to go with me to the bar without it," I said in a serious tone.

He shrugged before retracting his arm and giving me my space.

"Never gets old," he remarked.

"Now I can see why no woman can keep up with you, your highness," he added. I could hear the mocking tone to his latter words and I shoot him a deadly glare as we marched out of my condo and into the hallway when I realized his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

"You..." I squinted my eyes at him but he just looked at me confusedly.

Ass.

"You were saying, your highness?" He spoke with his original British accent, quirking his brows knowingly.

I scowled but said nothing as we made our way to the bar I own called Midnight Cove.

The moment I entered the bar, all werewolves and lycans stopped whatever they were doing to look in my direction. I sighed inwardly. I try to keep a low profile, but my height, looks, and my aura renders that utterly impossible.

My gaze shifts to the crowd when I noticed a sexy hourglass figure standing in front of the bartender, wearing a sexy, green cut-out dress that left nothing to the imagination. A long slit ran up the side of her thighs and I felt an instant urge to brush my fingers against her skin.

She had no companion, making me wonder why as I took a step forward. All of a sudden, a familiar feeling swept through me and

I clenched my jaw as I felt something ignite within, like a fire lighting up amidst the darkness.

"Camilla!" A shrill voice sounded from the crowd.

Just then, she turned her head ever so gently, allowing me to see the side angle of her face which looked akin to a goddess'. The second I caught sight of her face, I inhaled a sharp breath when a sudden realization struck me.

It's her. The same woman I keep seeing in my dreams.

"Your highness?"

Fergus' voice entered my ears and exited through the other.

Ignoring the shocked gazes of everyone in the bar, I made my way subconsciously to her... Camilla, that's her name.

As soon as I stood behind her, I felt my lycan fight for control again. I was about to turn on my heel and get out before he does anything, when I heard his voice boom inside my head.

"Mine!"