Our Kind

NICHOLAS ' POV

It took me almost 10 minutes of sitting in the bathtub before I could finally let the water rush out of the tap. 

Last night was just the tip of the iceberg compared to the miserable nights of my life. 

Apart from the pain of losing my father at the young age of 10, I spent my tenth birthday and most of my later life in a dark underground dungeon and for that reason, I am extremely terrified of darkness. 

When I was not locked up in the dungeon by my stepmom for petty theft, I was sent to undergo harsh training deep inside the forest where many rogues who were banished by my father resided. At some point, I was even given away to one of them but luck was on my side to have had my mate at age 13. 

Even though Dad had died before I got my wolf, he had trained me to prepare for this because as he had rightfully guessed my wolf was extremely aggressive. He made audio recordings that I could listen to as if he knew he won't be there when I have my wolf.

The creaky sound on my door pulled me back to reality and I saw Diana hastily turn off the tap on my bathtub as the whole place was now flooded. 

"What the hell is going on with you?" She scolded, standing right in front of me with her hands on her hips. 

I impatiently stood akimbo, seething with rage because she didn't only go against my orders but also invaded my privacy.

"What the hell are you do…" My voice trailed off as soon as I realized I wasn't wearing anything. 

She stared down at me before turning around to get me a towel. 

"You have no right to throw me out of anywhere in this Palace because everywhere belongs to me so get yourself covered up!" She yelled at me for the first time since we met. 

Though shocked, I quickly collected the towel and wrapped it around my waist before I stepped out of the bathtub. 

"Why are you here?" I asked, trying to sound as calm as I could. 

"What on earth are you?" She asked out of nowhere, confusing me. 

"What are you talking about?" I wondered as I walked past her to get another towel to mop myself dry. 

"You ain't human, right?" She blurted out curiously even though it sounded more like a declaration than a question. 

I was caught off guard that I froze and stared at her with wide eyes, almost dropping the towel in my hand.

"Tell me what you are before I report you to father." She threatened motioning towards the door as fear gripped her but her words only made me laugh. 

"Why don't you try reporting me? Then you might never get to know what secret your father has been keeping away from you all your life." I replied and her curiosity tripled. 

"What are you? What I'm I? What is father keeping away from me?" She asked, walking towards me once again.

Supernatural beings were no longer an extinct specie at the moment and the majority of the world especially the Scandinavian peninsula is well aware of werewolves because of our dominance in Denmark where I rule over and the presence of Vampires in Norway but somehow, King Rivera still managed to hide this open secret away from Diana all her life. 

Instead of just explaining it to her, I decided to shift into my wolf form and save both the time. 

Shifting to my wolf form has become the easiest thing for me after experiencing it for the past seven years of my life.

First, my eyes changed into their bright red color, then my bones slowly stretched and adjusted themselves, increasing my height to about 6'7 and my towel fell off my waist. My claws and black fur finally appeared and soon enough, I was standing in front of her fully in my animal form. 

I could hear her heart thumping wildly in her chest and tiny goosebumps blossomed all over her body. She moved a few steps away from me until she got to the door.

Even though her hands were holding the doorknob, they were trembling too wildly to be able to open the door. I walked closer and closer to her until I was just three feet away from her then I stretched my hands to her. 

"A werewolf?" She gasped and when she still couldn't open the door, she gave up and froze at it. 

I took another step toward her and she quickly shut her eyes and looked away, tightening her grip on the doorknob. 

"Now that you know what has been fucking you, do you regret it?" I asked, taking her face in my palms and forcing her to finally open her eyes and see me transformed into my human form. 

Her eyes widened in surprise as to the swift change but she quickly composed herself to answer my question.

"What I wanted was lovemaking and not just getting fucked by you. My only regret was not achieving that." She replied, maintaining steady eye contact as she leaned towards me and gripped my arms.

Lovemaking? I have no love left to share. All I've got is the pain that her father caused me and that, I will surely give her her fair share. 

"Why don't we talk about what you are and what your dear father has been keeping away from you?" I asked, intensifying her curiosity so that we could stop talking about me. 

"Tell me all you know about me!" She demanded. 

I wasn't sure if she wasn't human but because I knew her mom well, I thought it wouldn't be possible for her to give birth to a normal child.

"What are you waiting for? Tell me the truth!" She yelled, her eyes welled up. 

I took another step closer to her again and she quickly let go of her grip on me and retreated to the doorknob. 

I slowly pushed my hands towards her neck and gripped it gently. 

"W-what...are you..d-doing?" She stammered in fear but I didn't pay attention to her. 

Slowly, my grip tightened until she started feeling the pain. 

"D-don't...Don't...kill me please." She begged, rubbing her palms vigorously against one another but I still didn't listen to her, rather, my grip tightened with her every word. 

Soon, she could barely breathe. She tried to hold my hands but she was way too weak to resist my firm grip. Hot sweat broke out all over her body as she gasped for air but I could care less

She lost her balance and began to fall to the ground but my grip only tightened. I squeezed the life out of her hoping she'd react in some certain way which she didn't. 

Before I could realize that, it was already too late. Diana fell to the ground as my grip finally lessened and I quickly bent down to catch her in my arms. 

"Diana!" I called out hoping she'd wake up but she didn't respond to me. 

"What have you done?" Louis whispered to me. 

"I-I...I thought she'd resist me if…" I stammered with trembling lips, unable to form a complete sentence. 

I thought she'd resist me with her powers once my grip tightened on her. 

I quickly got some water and sprinkled it on her but it was all to no avail, Diana laid lifeless in my restroom. 

For some reason, I refused to believe that I had killed Diana. Even though Louis tried to scare me, I knew she was still alive because there was this part of her that lived in me and since she was supposed to be my mate, I could feel her soul breathing inside me.

I was still wondering what to do when an idea finally struck me. After this, she will definitely wake up if she's still alive as I had guessed. 

BLOOD - she definitely wouldn't be able to resist blood if she's still alive but my blood is toxic to her kind. If she happens to have a taste of my blood, she will really die so I decided to get her blood she can feed on.