7. Camilla

CAMILLA

I wake up feeling like I was ran over by a ten wheeler truck. Hell, my head is aching and heavy, making me wonder how long I would be hungover until my father's meeti....

The meeting! A gasp escapes my throat as I cuss to myself. I groan and move to get up when I am hit with a morbid realization.

I am naked. Not only that, I felt a persistent ache between my thighs which only means one thing.

My virginity is gone.

Realizing that, small bits from last night's memories started crashing back into my brain. The man with glowing red eyes. The way his lips brushed against my skin, tongue exploring every inch of me as if he just couldn't get enough, the way he kissed and lifted me in his arms as he thrusted into me relentlessly. My heart raced as I reminisced the events that sent waves of intense pleasure through me, but now my head is throbbing and every part of me feels weak, drained of so much energy I could barely move.

Dana purrs in my head, 'You should have kept your eyes open all night long, it was wild,' she giggles at that, seeming quite pleased from the night's events that led me to toss my virginity away.

'Really, Dana? You know I wanted to save my virginity for--'

'Dash?' she growls, cutting me off.

I fall silent. 'He betrayed us, he is no longer our mate,' Dana says bitterly.

Sadness seeps into me but I say nothing in response. She is right.

'Besides, we have a new mate now,'

I pinch my brows and was about to ask her what she meant when a deep, raspy and incredibly sexy voice resounded in the air, my eyes snapping instantly to its direction.

'Our second chance,' Dana mutters before retreating to the back of my mind, leaving me in a state of shock and disbelief.

"You're awake,"

I jerk in my spot, grabbing the sheets to cover my naked self from a dangerously handsome man wearing nothing but boxers on. His eyes are devil red, long, thick eyelashes, platinum white hair, and a square jawline all men would kill for. Every angle of him screams perfection, power, royalty. He oozes off a forbidding aura about him that makes even the strongest of alphas fill with dread. My eyes widened slightly as I settled my gaze on his shimmering white hair.

I gasp.

There is only one bloodline I know of that exhibits that hair color.

Of all people, it has to be the son of the Lycan King, Prince Alaric Graymore!

Instinctively, I bow my head, not daring to look into his eyes in case he deemed it disrespectful. For someone like me, I am nothing but a measly worm he could crush easily in a blink of an eye if he wanted to.

He is ruthless, cold-blooded, and shows no mercy to anyone who dares cross his path.

His word is law, and he breathed power recognizeable from a mile away.

And apparently, he has been watching me for...

Shivers snake up my spine as I wondered how long those red eyes lingered my body.

I felt my blood run cold and my veins almost pop with the spike of adrenaline as well as fear rushing through me when he raced forward, lifting my chin gently and sending sparks of electricity within me.

His hard and intense gaze flickered to me and I flinched, scooting back until my back hit the head board creating a thud.

He twitched his brows, looking displeased with my reaction.

"What is your name?" He asks regardless.

Sucking in a deep breath, I meet his cold gaze while putting on a brave face.

"My name is Camilla Sinclair, daughter of Alpha Charles Sinclair from Shadow Creek Pack. Forgive me, your highness," I answer, my voice coming out soft and breathless before him.

He raised his brow and practically glowered at me. "For what?" He said indifferently, a slight curiosity to his eyes.

"It was not my intention to be intimate with you... I was... not in the right state of mind," I said meekly. If I had guessed correctly I am speaking to the eldest son of the Lycan King, and he is rumored to have killed his mate for being unable to bear a child. No one knows exactly what happened, but I believe he had also rejected his first mate. Dana whimpers in my head at the thought of being rejected by our mate.

Given the circumstances, I would gladly accept his rejection if it means escaping death in his hands.

Disappointment flashes through his eyes and he growled, "You regret sleeping with me?"

He furrowed his brows and looked at me furiously.

I shook my head, biting my lip before I spoke.

"No, no. It's not that... It's just that, I am only a she-wolf, your highness,"

Lycans are entitled to mate with pure lycans, not a she-wolf. That is to maintain their lycan blood and avoid having children who may become part-wolves.

I avert my eyes from his, thinking to myself. There must be some mistake. The moon goddess must be drunk herself to even think of mating me to a lycan.

I gulp as he inches closer towards me, scanning my face with those red eyes that have been haunting me for weeks.

Suddenly he withdraws back to his chair and picks up a bunch of papers from the side table before grabbing a pen and scribbling something down on each page.

What on earth is he doing? I thought watching him from the distance.

Minutes later he stood up and handed me the papers.

"What is this, your highness?" I asked curiously, looking down at the papers that said "Marriage Contract". My eyes nearly bulged out of its sockets as I lifted my head to stare at him incredulously.

"Alaric." He says.

I stared at him unblinkingly as I attempted to wrap my head around what is going on.

"My name is Alaric. From now on, you will address me by name, Minoushka," he says huskily my heart skipped a beat.

Wait, what did he call me?

"I-I don't understand," my mind feels like it would implode any second.

"As you can see, I am your mate, and you are mine," he says indifferently.

I stared at him blankly. Did he not hear a thing I said?

"With all due respect, your hi--"

He shoots me a deadly glare and I remembered him telling me to address his by name.

Clearing my throat I continued, "Alaric, are you not going to reject me instead?"

He stops and the aura around him instantly became ominous, and I felt as though an incredible weight is crashing down on me that I fell face forward on the king-size bed.

"Reject you?" He growls menacingly and within a second, I felt his huge member press hard against my flesh.

I gasped, gripping onto the sheets for dear life when his hand wrapped around my throat aggressively. His other hand digging into my waist making me whimper.

"Why the fuck would you think I'd do something as stupid as that?" He barked pulling me upstraight so that I was standing on my knees, pressed against his solid chest naked on the bed. I shiver as fragments of any pride and dignity I had left crumbled into bits.

But instead of mulling over my fear, I force the words out my throat. "Because I am broken, beyond repair," I was pretty sure my voice cracked as I breathed the words while trying to speak with his hand wrapped around my throat.

He growled lowly but did not say a damn word. From the corner of my eye, I noticed his eyes were no longer red but onyx. A sign that his lycan has emerged to the surface.

I swallowed.

The next moment he let me go and sauntered to the bathroom I guess to shower. He practically shoved himself inside, slamming the door behind him creating a loud thud.

What the hell is his problem?