His large hand remained steady on my lower back and held me in place, but at least I could breathe.. Air filling my lungs stung for a second and my chest felt like they will explode until I regained my composure.. “Alpha King…Roman.. I tried to say firmly, but gently.. you know I cannot be defiled, my powers will leave if I am no longer a virgin.. I will not be able to assist you or the pack, I will not be able to see or even create protections.. I am sorry - I cannot marry you”.. I said trying to breathe and coughing up, however, my strength coming back to me..
“BULLSHIT!!!”.”ABSOLUTE, ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT”!!!! Alpha King jumped up, screaming and pacing across the room with unimaginable force.. This was a sensitive issue for him, that much was clear.. I did not understand why or what he really wanted from me – there were plenty of well bred, beautiful, single she-wolves who would have wanted to carry his offspring. Some would even forgone the marriage or the title of a Luna, only to be tied to the power of Spieta name. I knew this – he knew this. This did not make any sense, I rationalized in my head..
“Your mother’s powers only INCREASED after she had you!!!!! Besides, who told you the prophecies?? Only my father – is he a witch???! How do we even know that to be true.??? Especially if we take example of your mother – and she had you with some ware mutt!!!!! I am an ALPHA!! I am an ALPHA KING – my blood line is strongest in the Kingdom!!! How DARE YOU say DEFILED!!!!!!!!!You witch – you think my blood will DEFILE YOU????!!!!”, Women would line themselves up for the opportunity I just gave you – DO YOU REALIZE THAT – he was screaming on top of his lungs, walls around us shaking with his aura and anger slipping. His anger was boiling like a volcano and he was steaming with anger – semi shifted I could see that his wolf was ready to come through.. ”And, Dragana, who said anything about marrying you????” he said, snickering at me, his eyes looking at me dismissively.
The last words he spoke hit me and hurt me more then I expected. In fact the pain I felt was a total surprise to me, yet no less painful... It was obvious that he looked at me as somebody lesser then, somebody unworthy of him even.. I felt as if he hit me or spat on me – I did not know where to look. Feeling small and insecure I tried to remember why I am here and tried to compose myself as quickly as possible. “That came out wrong, Alpha.. Forgive me, that is not what I meant.. I am simply concerned .. you know what the prophecies say, you know that is not how I meant it”.. I was pleading with him, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess..
In one swift move, he was next to me again, his hands cupping my face gently, before he kissed me forcefully, without consideration.. His tongue was warm, his breath intoxicating and he smelled of sandalwood and vanilla.. I have never smelled that type of combination and it made my stomach tighten and send shivers down my spine.. I have been around him plenty of times, but never before noticed that this was his scent… His tongue was commanding access, his hands grabbing me, every which way, pulling my hair back with one, while exposing my neck and starting to lick it all, very slowly, the way down to my nipples. His touch was electricity itself.. Everywhere he was, his lips, his breath, his fingers, I was feeling as if on fire, in every single spot he touched.. I had no idea what came over me.. The sparks were buzzing, and I was getting lightheaded and confused – but I did not care – I wanted this feeling to last forever. I guess it was a good thing I was sitting on that bed, as my legs were turning into absolute mush. I have never been kissed before. I have never had a man grab me, lick me, his hands exploring me. Yet my body betrayed me, as his touch was creating its own rhythm and conversation with the physical me. My nipples stood up hard and erect, and before I knew what was happening I was moaning out loud, a wet puddle forming between my legs, room spinning around me.
The kiss lasted but a second longer. Suddenly he pulled back, his eyes as cold as ice..
“I do not care what prophecies say!!! I do not care if you disagree with the arrangement either”.. he said in chilling voice, coldness of him cutting through air... “Although”, he said his eyes looking over my erect nipples that were protruding straight up through my bra and silk shirt I had on.. “It appears your body betrays you, it appears you want me”…he said with a self-satisfied smirk on his face..
He was right.. My body did betray me shamelessly and despite of the fact that he was one who held me captive and was also a total douche, my body reacted in a very unexpected and inexplicable way did want him.. I was 25 years old, and have never experienced a man’s touch.. Mother and I were captured shortly before my 15th birthday and brought to this pack by Roman’s father, Alpha King Jonathan. I had never dated, as the prophecies were told of my powers and loss of same powers, if I shall get romantically involved with a man. I understood what it meant, I helped deliver some of the pack’s children and soothed many broken hearts of young girls over the years; either with listening, advice or herbal teas at time. I always thought that mine was the life of celibacy, and that this was demanded by the Goddess for bestowing gifts to me. Your mother knew love. She knew a man, a soft voice in my head said.. This was true and as Alpha King stated, she did not ever lose her powers, in fact the
Stumbling back out of King’s chambers, I felt disheveled. I never expected him to cross that line, despite knowing how ruthless and selfish he can be. There was no reason for him to look for me, there were plenty of she-wolves at his disposal should he have wanted an heir or simply sex. I was off limits, at least I thought that until today.Beta Art stood by the door as I walked out. His caring eyes flickered gold looking at me and I could see that he was concerned, yet I sensed conflict in him. After all his loyalty would always be to Roman. “Do you need my help going back” he asked..I genuinely did not want company.. I needed a bath, I needed to scrub the feeling of being violated from my mind and body in every way.. “I will be ok” I said softly nodding at him.. I almost ran through the corridors to my room, walking in locking the door, knowing fully well it did not mean a thing if I did. Anyone here, she-volves included could break that door. They could not break the barrier thoug
Over the years I have learned to trust that voice. It was my refuge in cold and lonely nights, when stars were dim and nothing made sense - my only real friend. Often I wondered how my mother – a witch Princess found herself in this situation – how she agreed to this when in reality she likely did not have to. She had a coven, she was a daughter of a powerful witch Lord. A lot of my history did not make sense, a lot of my family relationship were a mystery to me. I asked the voice, but she was always providing limited information. Somehow I knew she was holding things back from me, as it was not time. I knew she knew more and was not telling. All witches have this voice - it is akin to were wolf other self for witches, although we did not have a separate identity for ours – we did not transform, simply listened to that inner voice as our guide. For ware’s that voice was that of their wolf, for Lycan’s that of their Lycan. The voices are part of our being, acting somewhat as an advisor
Roman’s POVComposing myself after Salma left took me a minute. I had a long day ahead of me – there has been much to do. Rouge attacks on some of the packs were intensifying, but there was something strange about them. We could not pin point what exactly was going on, but I had my suspicions that other supernatural’s were involved. Rogue attacks normally were not organized – these activities were very well organized and injured or killed some of the seasoned warriors. I had to up our assistance from my own military forces and in some cases even seek assistance from the Lycan King. I did not like doing that, but packs, women and children were at stake and I was not going to lose them simply because of my pride. I could be an idiot, but lives of innocents were more important than my ego. I mind-linked one of my Generals to get the status update.. We were about to overtake the Blue Moon pack, and I needed a status update.. Their Alpha has become increasingly ruthless, even for our kind
Everybody in the Kingdom knew of Lycan King’s favorite child – Lady Jasmine. The stories of her origins were clouded and there were many rumors. We all knew she was adopted though – not his real blood, however, we also knew that she was his heir. A future Lycan Queen. King had gone through great lengths to ensure this – normally our customs dictate that the heir must be a blood born child – that of a fated or a chosen mate. Nobody existed to King Malakai, not even his born sons or his born daughters – he had a few. They were obviously none too happy about it, but they were also not on par with Lady Jasmine. Fierce as she was beautiful, her name was a terror in anybody who dared crossed the King or even think of it. She was loyal to a fault. You wanted Jasmine as your friend – everybody knew that. And you most definitely did not want her as a foe. She could be extremely cruel too – or so I heard. The legend has it that somebody tried to poison the King – hundreds of years ago – in fact
Dragana POVAfter my events in the bathtub, I realized I had to come up with the plan to find Alpha King his mate, as quickly as possible.. The situation I was in was no longer sustainable. I could not go living like this – and I most definitely could not allow him to capture me as his breeder. Despite my obvious reaction and attraction to Roman, I rationalized that it was fantasy and my biological body response .As a virgin, untouched by a man, it was not unnatural that after 25 years of celibacy a man’s touch could get me excited or that I would seek to masturbate and envision things I rationalized. Reality was and is that I did not want to be used and treated as trash or a breeder by anyone. The reality was that Roman needed an heir which only left me with the one option – find his mate find him his fated Queen Luna and be done with it. You have a little girl’s crush I said to myself, and you are a lonely, horny little girl, I said to myself. “Are you sure of that?” the voice said
Roman’s POVSmug look on her face, her eyes glued on me like needless told me I needed to be very, very careful in how I answer.. “I know everything about Dragana.. she has been here for over 10 years, she has grown up in the pack” I said tactfully. I was not going to reveal any of my desires or feelings to Jasmine – Lycan Princess or not… Plus I was going to keep as much of my cards close to my chest – it sounded as if she knew something and perhaps playing it cool with her, I could discover something in the process. Jasmine was much older then me, and as a Lycan Princess she had vast knowledge and various resources at her disposal. Coupled with the fact that she was centuries old, even though that was not visible, maybe this conversation can prove to be useful – maybe she can tell me something of value, I reasoned with myself. “Perhaps, Jasmine knows how to amplify Dragana’s powers, or help in some way to her seeing through the veil, perhaps we can get our mate that way” Caleb said
Coughing up I cursed the day I got to know King Malakai and Lady Jasmine. I was totally humiliated, and had to retain whatever semblance of my pride. “Silver Lycan is a fable, Lady Jasmine. I did not think that a creature as old as you would believe in children stories”, I said snickering and sipping the bourbon she poured from my drink cabinet.She was sitting back in her chair, her long legs crossed looking at me as if I were the stupidest person in the universe… “Tsss tssssk.. Alpha King, you have much to learn – you really can be an idiot”, she said exasperated.“This is the story set in a time way before your existence..” she started, looking at me in an expression I could not define…”Long time ago, in the Balkan mountains. You of course know the story of creation, and that of each of our species, of course. You know of your elder Lakota, she mused and ours, Queen Rowena”, she continued.. I simply nodded, my neck still hurting, looking at her.However, there is another story whi