"When a wolf, or rather, a Lycan finds his mate and knows for certain she is the one, he can bind her to him with the ritual words even if he has not yet marked her body. It is like the human marriage ceremony but much deeper. Our souls and hearts are one half of the same whole, incomplete when apart. The ritual words bind them back together as they were meant to be." Raul stated, and Olivera visibly balked.Lycan? The Alpha king was a Lycan? She inhaled deeply, to process this information. That would explain his ruthlessness, strength and victory in many battles, and of course, his otherworldly handsomeness. But still, her gaze narrowed in speculation. "I thought the two were bound by chemistry, by blood, by the mark." "They are destined, true, and the bond is begun. The mark can come later. I don't think you are ready for it. It might be more painful than the usual." He stated, as shrugged his broad shoulders, his obsidian gaze all at once unreadable. "Why would a Lycan be so stu
Olivera's POV:I held my breath, my heart threatening to beat out of its cage when I saw the drastic change that occurred on the Alpha's face, immediately after my question. The playful, teasing and naughty look that had been on his face all these while had evaporated into thin air. Now, what had taken its place was a mask of anger and fury, an exact replica of the Alpha I had met at first. What had happened? Did I ask the wrong question? I wondered, unconsciously biting my lips. Was his family a sore subject? Oh God. I mused. I should have made do with his teasing, not worrying about my heart and the future, but focusing on the present. Now, I might have broken whatever little fragile relationship I've started with the man. I was curious as to what his answer could be. My nervousness was increasing by the second as I watched him trail his eyes all over me. But I noticed that this time around, instead of the awe filled worship I had seen in his eyes just a few minutes ago, disgust wa
Raul's POV:What had I been thinking making love to her? Did she bewitch me? I had even told her about my Lycan nature. What the hell! Worse, I cant even stop thinking about her. It was good that she had brought me back to my senses by asking about my mother, if not, I would have perhaps, gone ahead and made her a Luna. Was the mate bond this strong? I thought."Yes, of course. You should be experiencing it more stronger than the usual. A Lycan is no small play." My wolf, Rodolf, stated exasperatedly. Since, I had left the girl in the room, and stalked away from her, he has not let me have peace of mind. He keeps on ranting how I should be pampering our mate, and not letting my past control my present. He had almost gone berserk when I had slapped her. About the slap...I hadn't meant too. I was just too frustrated to think, and when she had spoken out of turns to me, I had lost it for a second."But you did…" he whined, and I soughed, placing my index finger and thumb right at the cor
I thought as much. I sighed, still watching Nick as he basked in his newest discovery. Worse, my unsurprised face enhanced the theory. Something that my beta and gamma noticed."You don't look surprised..." My beta, Roland, stated the obvious. "Who is Olivera by the way?" He inquired, darting his eyes between I and Nick."The slave girl that I had taken as an apprentice." Nick stated, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows."Then she can't be the one. She is just a lowly slave." Seth mentioned, and I bit my tongue from growling out aloud. I didn't want to give away any sign that the girl was my mate."A rogue rather...someone whom we don't know of her origins. I think we should question her. Find out who she is." Roland suggested, and Nick nodded his head, agreeing with the motion."Where is she now, Alpha?" Nick asked me. I could literally hear him gulping down saliva, and I knew that he was hoping that I haven't done something unruly to the girl whom he had come to take as a good appr
Author's POV:The young male teenager hesitated outside the door to the crowded bar. He had come to this city for one last errand for his master before he would choose to find his origin. Almost an ancient in his field of service, even at such a young age, he was weary of the years of living in a stark world void of the emotions, since he didn't even know how he had come about. Whenever he tried to remember, large bouts of pain assailed his entire body, that he had given up on himself until he had met the old woman from nowhere.Still, he had one last goal to accomplish, one more thing asked of him by his master, and then he could pursue his real mission with an easy mind. It wasn't that he was on the verge of losing his soul, or his mind,he could hold out longer should he choose. It was just the bleakness of his life, stretching an eternity before him, that had dictated his decision. Yet he could not refuse this errand. Although, they had told him that he was just fourteen, he felt
In his first year at the society, he had spent much time in Italy with his master; more recently he had lived in New Orleans, in the French Quarter, where his aura of mystery alarmed almost no one. He had even attended high school, but that had been to sniff out some witches who had been professors at the school. But not long ago he had given up his home there, knowing he would never return. At long last, after this one remaining task, his duty and honor would be satisfied. He saw no reason to continue with the society. And although he knew that they wouldn't let him leave without a fight, he was ready to disappear. He had been taught well. He heard the conversations, so many of them, from the interior of the bar. He felt the excitement of those inside. The patrons seemed enthralled by the singing group they were waiting to hear. Evidently the band was intensely popular, and recording companies were screaming for deals, but the performers refused to sign with anyone. Instead, they tr
"What are you doing here?" The old woman asked Jacob, grabbing him by the arms, before he could ask her the same question."I came here for a mission." He replied, trying to shake his arm away from the old woman but to no avail. How could an old woman be as strong as this? He thought, shifting his weight to his left leg, his eyes still finding the time to roam and stay on the beautiful vampire singing."She is the one you were sent to kill this time around?" She asked."Yes, but…" He was saying, when the old woman interrupted him harshly."No, you can't kill her! I won't let you do so. She is a very good person, even though she is a vampire. Her voice has healing and soothing qualities which have more good, and no harm to the souls of humans and other beings alike. There is no evil in her." The woman stated, and Jacob sighed."If you had been patient enough, old woman, I would have told you that I had no plan of killing her. I just want to warn her. My society and others like it are a
"Jacob..." He heard the old woman's voice again, and his eyes opened and closed drowsily.He felt a thick sweet liquid in his mouth, and latched on it greedily. Blood. And although it was different and mysterious, he was too hungry to care. He kept on suckling on the old woman's wrist, until she tapped him on the cheek."Let go." She said, and he sighed in relief, before letting go of her hand."Why would you go around healing her when you're weak from not feeding?" She asked him, and he shrugged, sitting up straight."I had no choice." He replied, looking all around him. He noticed that things were frezed. The woman had stopped her time."You freezed time?" He asked, incredulity ringing in his voice."I had to. You don't want anyone finding out about me. I can't risk that." The old replied, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?" He asked."Story for another time. I will be going now. Take care of her." She muttered, cocking her head toward Zande who was just beginning to stir."Okay.