He catches a familiar scent on you, that of his king. He looks around in the dark and then back at you. “Have you no respect for your new king? Do you dare show up smelling like you do? Dressed like you are?”
"I'm not dressed," you respond sarcastically, making everyone turn their heads toward the darkness as a chuckle comes from that direction.
'Did the king just laugh at my joke,' you think, wondering if he would kill you if he knew you are his fated mate. You felt your body react just at the thought of him inside you again.
“Everyone must leave Alpha Chase and join me as your Alpha King,” comes the voice from the darkness.
'Don’t. This is another trick. If the two of us join him, he'll know immediately who we are,' your mother warns.
'What about dad?' You mind link her.
'He is not your biological father. Do you know your favorite bedtime story when you were a child?’ your mother mind link.
‘The previous king was my father?’ you ask, losing your complexion.
“This one looks sick,” one of the many female rogues points out, studying you.
“She had a rough day,” your mother steps forward. "Please let me take her home."
Out of nowhere, the King jumps forward and had your mother by her throat with one hand, and you with his other. "Why didn't you two accept my invitation?"
“Kill their Alpha,” he orders.
You clutch at his hand around your throat and choked. "No."
Some of the group members scream in terror as Alpha Chase lost his head.
“Mom,” you call out to your mother for answers.
'We have to fight him and run away. We're better off rogues,' she mind links and raises her legs to kick him, but then he let her go and lets her fall to the ground.
“Mine,” you heard him say as he throws you over his shoulders and walks away with you.
‘Try running and I'll kill a random person,’ the king's mind links everyone at once.
“I can walk,” you protest. Your body against his warm body, your femininity so close to his nose, arouses him.
For a moment you think he is taking you to the dungeons, but then your back feels the satin of a bed after he threw you on it, his body following.
“Mine,” he says again, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
'Run,' you hear your mother in your head as the rogues drag her and your father away.
"Where are you taking my parents?" you demand to know as the king licked your skin.
“A royal family in hiding. Who are you?" he asks, searching your mind for answers but coming up empty.
“I just found out. They are not my biological parents,” you moan as he mouths a nipple.
"Mmm," he moans as he releases your stiff nipple.
“I can still smell your virgin blood,” he says, his lips against yours.
“If your rogues hurt my parents, I will hate you forever,” you warn him.
He muffles your words with his mouth and kisses you, devouring your mouth.
'Did you keep your virginity for me?' you hear him in your head and felt his fingers run down your body.
‘Not you specifically,’ you reply.
He releases you from the kiss. "Lie to me again and someone will die."
"Does someone always have to die with you, mafia?" you ask, trying to push him off you.
Before you could get off the bed, he grabs your wrist and put your palm to his mouth. "Where do you think you're going?"
“I want to see my parents,” you say, trying to pull away from him.
“Join my pack and I promise no harm will come to them,” he says, landing a kiss on your palm and another on your arm as he pulls you closer to him again. Even though his grip is powerful, his kisses are not.
"You just killed our Alpha!" you cry out, wishing you could escape him as your body fails you. His mouth reaches your neck.
"Claim me," he whispers into your neck where he is supposed to claim you, ignoring your protests.
‘Why does he want me to claim him first?’ you wonder, forgetting he is connected to your mind.
He let go of you and climbs off the bed. He stood before you for a long second. You watch as he took off his tailored jacket and walked over to a chair and hung it over. He turns back to you as he unbuttons his shirt, his eyes on your naked body. Your eyes follow his fingers as he unbuttons his classic shirt, button by button, revealing more and more of him.
In just his pants, he took off his shoes.
'Honey, if you can, run. Don't worry about me and your father. Once you are gone, I will save father,' you hear your mother in your head and so did he, but you are not aware of it.
His sudden movement startles you. With one leap toward you, he takes off his belt and ties you to the bed. “Tell your mother if she advises you one more time she'll regret it,” he warns you, his hot breath against your ear making you arch your body against his bare chest.
The side of his mouth turns up into a smile as he realizes you aren't going anywhere. You feel the belt loosen as he pulls it away from your wrist that was just tied. He strokes it over your chest, wondering what kind of lover you will be.
You get hold of the edge of the belt and pull it toward you until his body press against yours again. You let go of the belt as you block the world out but him. Your hands find the fastening of his pants and you undo them, feeling his erection press against your body.
Any other woman would have wondered what to do with all that erection, but because your mind is connected to his, you knew exactly what he wants you to do.
With his pants half off and his jocks still on, he presses his erection against you, making you moan, wrapping your arms around his muscular back and sliding them down to grab his behind before digging your nails in. "Mine," the words escape you.
"Are you sure you want this monster?" you hear him ask, making you wonder what kind of monster your fated mate is.
“Brace yourself,” you hear him say before he part shifts into half wolf half man like a werewolf. The pain shocks your core as his teeth pierce the skin of your collarbone. You cry out in pain as you feel his teeth hit the bone and just as you thought you could take the pain any longer, you feel him transform back into his human form and enter you. "Mine. Mine." He repeats with each thrust, his eyes on yours, all teary with pain. Pain that was soon forgotten as he brings you to climax. You are lost in his bright eyes.
He is still deep inside you as he takes a hand full of your hair and force your face into his neck. "Claim me."
You wake up and take in your surroundings, wondering where you are. You touch your head and rub your forehead as if it would ease the headache you are experiencing. You don't recognize your surroundings.‘Where the hell am I?’ you wonder. "I have fated!" you say out loud to yourself, wondering for a moment if it was all just a horrible dream. You touch your collarbone and feel the scar your fated mate had left you.'Something's not right,' you think to yourself and get out of bed and walk over to the vanity mirror. You frown at the scar on your collarbone. “How has it been healed?” you examine it. The scar looks more like an old scar than one from the night before. With a frown on your face, you walk over to the door and find it locked."Hello?" you exclaim, slamming the door. After getting no response, you walk over to the curtains and pull them open. You are greeted with bright morning light and a door that led to a balcony.You find the door open and walk onto the balcony, not reco
The omega leaves you at the entrance of the sunroom and you notice king Makens and his family having breakfast. Around their table, you notice an open seat. You take a deep breath and proceed toward the royal table. ‘I thought the royal brothers all had red hair,’ you think to yourself, trying to justify not knowing what king Makens looked like. If you were not already fated, you would have found him extremely attractive, looking your age. His blond hair and piercing blue eyes are not enough to separate his looks from his brothers. They all had ginger hair and blue eyes except king Makens. You heard the stories that he take after his father and the rest of them after their mother that had red hair. “Good morning,” you greeted and took the vacant chair at the table. “Thank you for joining us,” King Makens said after everyone greeted her. The omega that left you at the door arrives at the table with a setting, followed by a tail of servers, holding dishes of food for you to select. Y
Dressed in a hoody and matching pants looking like you are going for a jog you sneak out of the room. You walk through the hallway trying your best to not draw attention to yourself, wondering if they forgot to place a spell on your room to prevent you from leaving. You catch the familiar scents of the lycan royals and turn around, taking a turn here and another, followed by another, and before you know it, you are lost. Or are you? You realise that you are in the vampire wing of the castle, the thick scent of the walking dead in the air. “Lost?” a voice started you. “What makes you think that?” you asked, putting on a brave face, but your shaky voice gives you away. “The fact that you are a lycan werewolf,” the vampire said with a smile on his face. “I, I- I am seeking advice from the vampire king,” you fall over your words as a plan forms in your mind. “Why not get your advice from the lycan king?” the vampire tease. “Stop toying with her,” you hear another voice that sends the
The time could not go by any slower, but finally, the hour came, and you eagerly wait for the vampire that the vampire king said will come for you. With every minute going by, you become more restless. ‘The sun has been down for almost an hour. Where the hell is the vampire?’ you ask and walked over to your patio, undressing. You just decided that you will take matters into your own hands and made your way over to the patio, undressing. You leaped off the patio and try to shift before you land on the ground with a thumb, hurting yourself. You cry in pain, unable to move.“You lycans have no patience,” the vampire scolded you, standing over you, looking down at you.You look at him, anger and pain on your face.“Drink from me, but don’t drink too much. I need all the energy I have for the trip,” he says, not sounding too happy about it, rolling up his sleeve.“No,” you say looking at him, refusing to drink from him. “Give me your shirt.”Seriously? You were naked in front of your fated
“Release them,” you try out your so-called royal authority and for a moment it seems to be working.“They are not prisoners,” the guard says and opens the gate that is not locked.“We are just waiting here. The rogue king has been kind to us for some reason,” Amore says.The guard comes to his senses and grabs you around your neck.“Let go of me,” you demand with force, and he lets go of you.“You guys have to get out of here. I don’t know what the rogue’s plan is but it can’t be good,” you say as the guard grabs you again and before you could get another word out, he squeezed the air from you, making you faint.When you came to it, your siblings were gone and so was the guard. You stood up and rattle the bars of the cell, finding yourself locked up. “Crap.”“Fancy seeing you here,” Davide’s voice rings in your ears.“What did you do with them?” you spat, holding onto the bars.“Nothing. For some reason they killed the guard and ran off,” Davide says not sounding to care much.“Where
Davide expects pain at the betrayal but relaxes into the enchantress kiss when the pain does not come.You lay paralysed to the core, silent tears running from your eyes as you watch them having wild sex.‘It is all my own fault. I should have stuck with the lycan king’s plan,’ you think, closing your eyes as you fight through the pain their pleasured filled moans bring you.“Open your eyes little wolf,” Davide says mid climax, but you refuse.With a swift movement of her hand, the enchantress places you under an obedient spell. “Always do as he says.”“Open your eyes,” Davide says again, and your eyes fling open against your will.Davide looks into your eyes, and you look into his cold bright eyes. You feel a tear escape and roll down your face as you sink back to the ground, keeping your eyes on him. For some reason, his beautiful eyes bring you some sort of comfort.“This is what you get for betraying me and trying to kill me,” he says without emotion while the enchantress is ridin
After taking out his frustrations on the enchantress, leaving her completely satisfied, Davide still feels restless and makes his way back to his office to tend to business.He walks past your unconscious body and turns back. He kneels down and gathers you in his arms, the scent of another man on you turning his stomach.“No,” he says out loud, willing himself to leave you there for the next man to have you. He was about to walk away when he remembers how you wrapped yourself around the guard, jealousy rising up in him. “No more sex for you, my little wolf,” he says, looking at your eyes that fluttered open at his touch. He grabs a hand full of your messy hair and drags your naked body toward his office. You find your feet halfway into his office. He lets go of your hair; some strands are still stuck to his hand as it pulls out of your head. Davide cleans his hand off his shirt before taking a seat. You stand, not sure what to do, waiting for an order.“What to do with you?” he asks o
Davide was not in the mood for his pack or Kezia’s clinginess, so he went to his office to try to get some work done. The past week feels like years instead of a week for him. He finds himself wishing that he did not claim you so easily as his mind drifts off, wishing you will claim him back. “No, stop,” he says out loud, dragging his hands through his hair before rubbing his face. He sighs and rests back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling of his office as if the answer to his problems is written there. As his hands went up behind his head, his eye caught a strand of your hair that was clinging to the sleeve of his shirt. For a moment, he regrets how he handled you and allows others to treat you. ‘No, I can not feel any remorse. She will kill me the first chance she gets,’ he thinks and stands up. ‘Kezia is right. I should send her away,’ he thinks, considering Kezia’s advice.Davide got to his room, expecting to find you there. “How long does one woman take to shower?” he asks o