First meeting

Hera is running as fast as she could. The thick forest is dark despite it being a sunny day. She is out of breath and stumbled more than a few times. The thick branches of the trees are scratching her limbs. She ignored the stinging feeling and ran for her life. If her father, who is the Alpha of her pack found her, then he will beat her to death. 

She just turned 18 and she decided to run away from her abusive father and the tormenting pack members who are supposed to make her feel belonged and protected. Instead, all they did is torment her. She left behind the pack she grow up in and ran away to protect herself and her wolf whom she met last night after she turned 18. 

Hera is a werewolf and every werewolf would shift into their wolf form when they are 12 or 13 years old. But Hera didn't, which added fuel to her already miserable life. Her father began to treat her as if she is worthless and unfit to be the daughter of an Alpha.

After waiting for so long, Hera finally connected with her wolf last night. She couldn't shift, but her wolf talked to her as soon as the clock struck 12 and encouraged her to run.

'You have to run Hera. If you stay here, they will kill you one day. This is not a healthy atmosphere for us. I think that's why we couldn't shift into our wolf form. I was dormant for all these years, but I could see how they all treat you. This pack consists of a bunch of cruel people as pack members. Let's get out of here ' her wolf ' Isa ' urged her.

She was already desperate to leave the pack, but she was scared. After the little push she got from her wolf she packed up what little belongings she had along with her savings and left before anyone could wake up and notice that she is gone. 

After 8 hours of non-stop running, Hera finally stopped to catch her breath. She found a small pond nearby. She walked towards the pond and greedily drank water from it. She washed her wounds and noticed that her clothes are torn and barely hanging to her thin frame.

"You are trespassing," a commanding male voice thundered from all around her, which made her jump with fear. She turned to face the owner of the voice. As soon as her eyes landed on the God-like man, her mouth became dry. Her skin tingled with an unknown feeling. 

He is tall and might be around 6.6 feet. His silky jet black hair, which is slightly longer is teasing his ears and his neck. He has a straight nose and olive skin tone with high cheekbones. His shirtless torso is muscular and her palms itched to feel the ridges and grooves of his ab muscles.

He is the most beautiful man she has ever seen in her life, not that she had seen many. But compared to the men of her pack, he is stronger and his aura is demanding respect. His black eyes peppered with orange specks in them are staring at her blankly. He looks like he is in his early 20s.

Logan Harris is rich and he is the CEO of the expensive gemstones company which he founded and owned. He has more money than he can count and he is cold and unmoving. He is like a robot working night and day. He can have any woman he wants and he uses them when he wants. When he is done, he will never look at the same woman again. He hates relationships and avoids them like plague. 

Something that happened 7 years ago strained his relationship with his father and made him hate  being in a relationship. Since then, he barely visits his pack and lives in the city on his own. He is a Lycan and a pure blodded one at that. He can command any supernatural being with one glance. He also have some magical abilities, which he owned from his grandfather.

Even though Leo is his twin brother born only 20 mins after him, Leo didn't inherit the magical abilities like Logan. After Logan left the pack, now its Leo who would take over the pack after his father Alexander Harris. 

Logan looked at the girl with a frown. She is tall for a girl. She is easily 5.8. Her dark brown hair is dirty and so is her face and body. Her clothes are torn and are barely hanging from her frame. Her arms and legs have scratch marks and a few of them are bleeding. Her bare feet have mud caked on them. 

He can smell her wolf, but her scent is unique. He is sure she is a werewolf, but her scent, which is a mixture of lavender and something else is making him curious. Despite her dirty appearance, he can see that she is beautiful under all that mud and dirt. By the looks of it, she doesn't appear to be of legal age.

His senses are urging him to go towards her and make her his. His Lycan is pushing to take over. Which is obnoxious. He never had this kind of reaction towards any woman. For him, they are just tools to be used for his pleasure. Losing his mind over a girl is not his style. 

'What is wrong with you Ray? You have seen gorgeous women before. And this one is not that hot. More over look at her dirty appearance. You haven't seen her face yet. What are you doing pushing your way to the forefront of my mind?' he chided his Lycan with irritation.

Ray, his Lycan snorted.

'Don't tell me you are not feeling the pull from that woman. She is calling to us without even opening her mouth. I want to hug her and assure her that everything will be alright ' Ray replied dreamily.

Logan gritted his teeth.

'Focus, she looks harmless but looks can be deceiving. Mooning over a stranger is dangerous to our pack. She looks like a rogue' he reminded his lycan. 

Even though he left ' the Blood moon pack ' a long time ago, the people in this pack are still his and their safety is his responsibility.

Ray grumbled with displeasure but remained silent.

"Are you deaf?" he snapped when Hera failed to respond to him.

That snapped her out of her trance. She began to panic.

'What if he tells my father where to find me? It's better if I run away from here ' she thought.

"I was passing by. I stopped by to drink some water. I will leave now" she replied meekly.

Her voice is melodic and he found it is pleasant to his ears. 

His domineering aura is unmistakable. She is sure that this man carries alpha blood. Belatedly she recognised that he is not an ordinary wolf.

'He is a lycan' Isa muttered inside her head. But strangely, neither Isa nor Hera are scared. They are curious. His presence is making her feel at peace. But she know lycans are dangerous. So she decided to get away from there as soon as she can.

Lycans are superior species to werewolves and they are treated as royalty because they are much too powerful to truffle with.

She turned to leave, but stumbled over a tree root and fell on the forest floor. She hissed with agonising pain that began to radiate from her right ankle.

'You sprained your ankle' Isa noticed worriedly.

'Oh God, not now' Hera began to panic. 

"Idiot" Logan muttered irritably, but he was by her side in the next second. He helped her off the floor. When she was struggling to stand on her own, he lifted her off her feet and carried her towards the pond. 

She began to panic.

"Please don't throw me inside that pond. I don't know how to swim" she begged with fear.

He gave her a pointed glare.

"Shut up" he hissed, which made her close her mouth immediately.

'Clumsy girl' he thought.

Despite his anger, he found her cute.