Chapter 4 4
Lena's pov
A sickening feeling settled in my stomach when I reach for my neck first thing upon waking up and the ache is there
Dread fills me as the sharp pain shoots through my shoulder.
It all came crashing back like a bad dream.
The Lycan.
I reach for my neck again, flinching before I rest my fingers against it. The mark pulsed under my fingers just as I clenched between my legs, tracing the perfect crescent where his canines had torn into my skin.
My skin prickled with heat at the memory of his mouth, the heat of his breath against my throat, the way his arms had felt, like an iron vice around me.
I thought I had died.
I wish I had. I looked around the room. Spacious, masculine, carved from stone and wood. It was inevitably his room. He had brought me to his territory. And like a prey, I had willingly offered myself to him. Foolishly.
Men want only one thing. And like the Lycan, he usually wanted more. I hadn't been thinking. At that moment I just knew I couldn't let my father decide my fate.
I swallowed hard as I snatched the robe and pulled it around me. my limbs shook with pain and dread of what was to come. I already felt like I was in another prison other than my father's pack.
But I knew what had to be done. For now, I was marked but not mated. Which left me vulnerable still. The twins were his nephews but they would not back down without a fight, without bloodshed.
I was vulnerable, and until the ritual was complete, they would keep coming still.
The mark, especially if a Lycan’s, called to predators. It branded me as claimed but I was also unprotected.
I would rather die than underestimate my father and have him take me away.
The door cracked open and in walked in an Omega. My heart clenched. Half of her face looked like it was burnt, her features ruined completed. I tried to look away but it was already too late.
“The Lycan will see you now.”
I nod awkwardly and follow her out. I swallowed, feeling the hairs at the back of my neck stand. How had he known I was awake? Could he really smell me from all the way here? How powerful was the bond or rather than Lycan?
The moment I was led inside and heard the click of the door behind me, I resisted the urge to back down in fear and instead reeled strength and confidence as I walked in, the flames in the room illuminating the man standing.
All storm and muscles pulsing underneath his clothes, his black shirt was rolled at the sleeves, arms veined and dusted with dried blood.
Mine.
His eyes went straight for me the moment I walked in. Golden irirses- hungry, intense, dark.
“Where the hell am I?” My voice inaudibly crashed as I stood, pulling the robe tighter around me.
Slowly, he scanned me from head to toe and I burned under his gaze, hating the way my body reacted to everything he did. I hated the things I wished he could do to me right here and now. I have never had any lewd thoughts for anyone other than…
I ignore the clench in my chest.
“My territory. Home.”
The pain shoots up my shoulder again and my eyes twitch in irritation. “You marked me.”
I see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he leaned back against the table, arms folded. His hair sits perfectly around his shoulders, it's hard to believe he's real.
“You asked me to.”
“Well, I was desperate. That wasn't permission to actually try to kill me.”
“Was that desperation… or desire,” he pushed off the table and comes to stand before me and my lips falter when I realize my head met with his chest.
Refusing to back down, I jut my chin towards him, my glare burning a hole though him, fighting his aura which admittedly he wasn't even trying to impend on me.
“You couldn't try to deny the bond. Even I couldn't. Deal with it.”
I hated how much sense he made. I hated how my eyes kept flickering to his lips or the way my knees almost gave out at the way he looked down at me like I was the only thing he wanted right now. Right here.
“Well, as much as I appreciate your ‘help’, you can't keep me here.”
“And where do you think you're better off?” He chuckles and moves away. The letter on his table calls me to attention, the red seal on the side sending tremor travelling through my body.
As I reach for the letter, I can feel him behind me. My fingers tremble as I read the contents. I could recognize my father's handwriting. They planned on merging. Him and the twins. They were threatening war on the Lycan. For me.
My stomach twisted and my skin turned cold.
“You know I don't plan on succumbing.” I turn to meet his gaze, hardened and cold, yet they seem soft when they land on me.
“They'll destroy everything you love. Against a pack you may prevail. But it's two and the twins… “ Ishake my head, wondering why I feel… pity? Worry.
“They can try.” he reached for the letter, and before me, set it on one of the flames which hissed as it consumed it.
I don't resist when I notice his arms curl around my waist with ease.
“You look pale.”
Dread pulls the strings on my chest.
“Don't.”
He paused. “Why?”
I don't reply, but he crowds me, his towering height trapping me between him and the table. “This bond- whether you wanted it or not is real.”
“You can stop pretending you care about my wellbeing. We all know this coming war is just a battle of your egos and I'm…”
My words leave as a shudder when he sets me on the table. I back away, but I welcome him between my legs, feeling the searing heat between them.
“T- they'll come for you.” I said, softer now. My thighs clenched, my lips parted.
His gaze seemed soft, deceiving as he cupped my face, spreading his thumb over my lips before drawing his fingers through my scalp.
“Let them.” His gaze fall on my lips and I watched the irises turn blood red before they looked up at me. “I want only one thing right now and it's worth every war I'm going to fight.”
My breath catches as he kissed me, soft, slow before claiming me whole, pressing me to him as he devoured me while we battled for dominance with our tongues.
I was sick of being afraid. Of being passed from hand to hand like currency. Of being used by my father, manipulated by Ash, and now I was going to be like prey, hunted.
This time, I was going to use this bond to my advantage.
Slowly, I slid my hand to his chest, fluttering my lashes towards him, feeling his heart beat drum against mine, our breaths ragged and hot as we breathed against each other. “If we do this… it means I belong to you.”
“You already do.”
He pulled me forward and I let him in. Our mouths crashed against each other, our body feral and closing for each other, his hand coming to wrap possessively around my throat, cutting off air.
Books, and everything else fell to the floor but I ensured the table cloth didn't follow, spreading my legs around him as he kissed me like he was planning to claim me all over again.























