Chapter 28
Noelle
How can I make myself less horny around Alpha Lucian?
I look up at the moon and groan at the want and need coursing through my body. All I want is my mate. I crave to touch him, kiss his abs and ride his big cock. My whole body is crying for his touch, desperate to have it.
Sadly, I know now isn’t the time. Lucian is busy with pack stuff as usual and I can handle this. I just have to fight my arousal, but damn, is it hard!
All my thoughts are about Lucian and his darker fairy side. I honestly can’t stop thinking about his red eyes and the fury hiding in them. I want to be dominated by him when he is in that dark state of mind, taken and bitten by him, and loved by the aggressive fairy within him.
Shit, am I entering heat or something?
I’m already sweating and staring down at the lake. My legs are in the cold water, dangling from the bridge as I stare down at my own reflection.
I don’t recognize the girl staring back at me. She looks too wild and horny, something which makes me laugh.
“Yup, I’m definitely entering heat…” I mutter but fall silent once I hear rustling from the bushes behind me.
I turn around, expecting to see Lucian since this lake isn’t far away from the mansion, but it isn’t Lucian, and neither is it a member of the Midnight pack or even a regular werewolf.
No, I’m faced with a light brown, hulking, werewolf–like creature standing on two legs. It has abs, monstrous arms, and finger- like claws that glisten under the pale moonlight. But what truly terrifies me are its eyes, two glowing purple orbs staring back at me with a predatory gaze.
“A lycan…” I whisper in awe, my arousal instantly forgotten and replaced by a cold wave of fear.
There is only one lycan pack in the entire world—the Cleopatra pack. They are led by a woman, and I suspect this is her since only an Alpha would be crazy enough to enter Lucian’s territory on their own.
I push myself up on two legs. “What do you want?!”
The lycan snarls and licks its lips. I half–expect it to attack me, but the monstrous creature soon transforms into a beautiful, naked woman with short brown hair and a pair of purple, determined eyes.
“You’re Noelle, aren’t you?” she shouts at me. “Alpha Lucian’s mate and future Luna of the Midnight pack?”
I suspect lying isn’t my best option so I shout back, “And so what if I am? Are you going to kill me?”
“Not at all,” I can hear the smug smile in her voice. “I’m actually here to offer you a place in the Cleopatra pack–a pack of lycans where someone like you would belong, Princess Noellin Star Songheart.”
Shivers race down my spine. I never expected to be called by that name and the woman laughs.
“You’re probably wondering how I know about you?” she asks as she steps closer.
“I do,” I answer in a wary tone. I have no idea whether or not the lycan Alpha can be trusted. My instincts are screaming danger, though. That’s why I’m on my guard.
“Well, I’m the Alpha of the Cleopatra pack, Cecilia Thorn, and my pack’s ancestors are all from the magical realm–the very one you were born to rule. Sadly, I’m aware that you were kidnapped from there at a very young age.”
My eyes narrow. “How do you know I’m the lost lycan princess? It could be anyone.”
Her smile widens. “Oh, but darling, you smell like a lycan! And not only that, my senses are telling me you are of royal blood. Even now, my inner wolf wishes to bow down to your majesty.”
I don’t believe her. There’s something about her eyes that makes me take a step back. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Her voice drops, her tone more serious now. “You may have been raised among common wolves; you may be the mate of Alpha Lucian, but nothing can change the fact that you are a lycan born of royal lineage. You’re strong, Noelle. Extremely
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strong, and you’re only going to get stronger!”
Suddenly, she snarls, and I shriek when she shape–shifts into a lycan, ready to tear into my flesh. I’m one hundred percent certain I’m going to die since I’m stranded on the bridge with no means of escape.
But then something miraculous happens. I can feel my own wolf coming to life, and before Cecilia can tear me to shreds, I grab her paw. I do it with just one hand, and then I easily throw her off the bridge and into the rushing river below. The shock on her face is almost comical as she falls, her snarl turning into a surprised yelp.
I stare at my hand in disbelief, my heart pounding. I have just thrown a fully transformed lycan, with the strength of ten men, off a bridge–I’m definitely not a normal werewolf!
“You little shit….” Cecilia growls once she breaks the water’s surface. Her fur is drenched, and she looks more than a little pissed off. “How dare you throw me into the river? Do you even know who I am?!”
I’m shocked by her abilitity to speak. I had no idea lycans could talk like humans in their beastly form, but apparently, Cecilia Thorn can, and she isn’t done lecturing me yet.
“Don’t you realize that I deserve your powers more than you do? And that living with them will only cause you suffering. You’ve spent too much time with the werewolves to become a leader, so you should really just allow me to consume your flesh so that I could grow stronger.”
Cecilia’s dark eyes burn with hatred as her words echo off the stone bridge. But I don’t fear her. The old me would, but the new me knows that I’m stronger than her. There’s power coursing through my veins, and it’s making me feel invincible.
“I won’t let you eat me,” I growl back. “Especially not when I’m finally starting to awaken as a lycan.”
“Pfft, your awakening means nothing!”
“Is that so?”
“Yes…I mean, are you going to fight me off? An inexperienced princess against a seasoned Alpha?” she scoffs as she makes it up the shore with water streaming off her furred form.
I lift my arms in a defensive pose, readying myself for another one of her surprise attacks. Cecilia seems to find that amusing. Wolfish laughter leaves her lips, but I stand my ground.
“I might be the less inexperienced fighter, but I’ve been training, and I actually think that I stand a chance against you.”
Cecilia’s laughter echoes across the river, a sound so cold it sends shivers down my spine. “Brave words, little princess,” she taunts. “But you’re fighting an inevitable fate. I’m an experienced fighter, and your powers will be mine.”
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