Chapter 8
Noelle
Things are about to spiral out of control and I don’t know how to stop that from happening.
Why did the pack elder have to challenge Lucian? Does he have tome sort of death wish? Or does he think Lucian and I have a strong enough bond for me to calm him because, sadly, we don’t….
Lucian and I have never been close. We were enemies before we found out we were mates and don’t know each other well enough for me to know how to calm him down. But what I do know is that Lucian isn’t a killer.
“Hey, will you please calm down?” I try to speak to Lucian in a soothing voice even though he is showing me his sharp teeth. Fear is racing through my mind and Hlower my voice into a whisper. “You’re you’re scaring me right now.”
It’s true. Lucian has already grown to be about ten feet tall in his chair, which is close to giving under his newfound weight. Iridescent wings have sprouted out from his back, and his skin has taken on a greyish color while black spiderwels of blood vessels are visible all over his body. His eyes are red, his white hair has grown long and silky, and there are antlers sticking out of his skull, each one with magical red roses growing on them
I’m baffled by his new look. It’s scary yet beautiful in its own right.
“I can hear your thoughts, asshole,” Lucian’s gaze shifts to the elders, each still suspended in mid–air, gasping for breath while their faces contort in fear and surprise.
Please!”
“Let let us go…
“Alpha..”
Lucian’s nostrils flare at the elder’s choked–out words before he turns back to me with predatory eyes full of warning.
“These men don’t deserve to live,” he says, his voice so much colder in his fairy form
“They haven’t done you anything,” I point out, my voice now shaking from the fear I can no longer hide. “I know you’re angry, but…you don’t want to do this.”
He arches an eyebrow at me when I stand up from my chair as if waiting for me to speak, but whatever I was going to say is forgotten when I realize he towers above me even when he is sitting down. Damn it, is he that close to fully turning?
I wet my lips. “You’re angry for my sake, right? Then please do me a favor and let these men go. I don’t want their blood on my hands. Please.”
To my surprise, Lucian’s face softens before he casts his gaze aside and mutters, “I read their minds, Noelle. They all want you dead and buried. In their eyes, it doesn’t matter that you’re my mate. They still see you as a worthless Omega. How am supposed to just ignore that and let them go! They are all fucking traitors for having such thoughts”
my side?”
“They might think lowly of me, but do you really think they would be able to kill me with you by my
His sharp eyes meet mine. “Where do those words come from? Since when do you trust me to keep me safe? You’re just like everyone else: fearful of who I really am.”
“Oh, I am afraid of you, but I also know that the moon goddess must have made us mates for a reason. So yeah, be a good boy and put down those poor men
Lucian pouts, and even though I’m scared, I’m amused by the sharp tooth sticking out from between his lips. He looks almost cute, and his voice is adorably grumpy when he mutters, “But they don’t respect you…
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“Doesn’t matter,” 1 almost yell and 1 swear the pack elders gasp athis, probably shocked that I’m speaking back to a creature that could easily end me. “You will put those men down and charge back into a human. That’s an order.
“What if I don’t wanna?”
“Then…then you won’t get to share a bed with me tonight!”
I’m not sure where those bold words came from. I don’t even know if Lucian sees me as attractive enough for my words to take effect, but seconds later, the pack elders drop down like deal flies while Lucian slumps back in his chair.
I lift a challenging eyebrow at him, and he rolls his
eyes before s body starts shrinking, the wings retracting into his back. The greyish color of his skin also fades to a more natural tone while the blood vessels retract under his flesh until they are no longer visible.
After he has changed back into a human, he glares at me like a child that’s been scolded. “Happy now?”
Even though he is looking grumpier than Garlield without his lasigna, I smile. “Thank you?
Lucian just grunts in response and then stands up, his eyes traveling from one pack elder to the next
“I know you lot don’t think Noelle is suited to become the Luna of my pack, but let me remind you that it’s MY pack, and now that I have a mate that can give me an heir, I’m not stepping down. So those of you who still wish to remain under my protection will shut your mouths or be killed by the Cleopatra pack…or why not face the Viridian clan alone? I’m sure being a rogue in Mystic City would be just wonderful with so many enemies to choose from.”
The elders all look scared, and it’s no surprise. The Midnight pack was much weaker before Lucian became the Alpha, His father, who led us before, didn’t have magic like Lucian, and therefore, Mystic City used to belong to the lycans of the Cleopatra pack. But now, with Lucian as our Alpha, we are the most feared pack in the whole country, possibly even the whole world, since fairy magic is so feared.
“We…we understand, Alpha Lucian,” one of the elders manages to say despite his paling face and shaking form. But when Lucian doesn’t say anything, the man falls down on his hands and knees. “Please don’t make me a rogue! I have a family, and I can’t protect them from the vampires. I need your magic to keep us safe!”
Lucian stands tall and superior, a chilling image of power. His eyes roam over the elder, scrutinizing his pleading form. *This family you speak of, do they share your thoughts? Do they dream of Noelle’s death as much as you do?”
“No!” sobs the man, “L. I. It was just a thought, Alpha! Please!
“And it will remain a thought. A terrible thought that you will never act upon unless you wish to die.”
The elder nods vigorously at Lucian’s words, too scared to speak anymore. His body shakes uncontrollably, and I notice some of the other elders are crying.
I realize then that Lucian doesn’t lead the Midnight pack through respect or admiration but fear.
The thought of that is unsettling. Am I truly safe living with Alpha Lucian? His fairy side is powerful–and–have a feeling it had only listened to me because Lucian hasn’t fully turned. But there will come a day when he does, and that day, I fear that my words may not hold the same power over him.
“You better keep your promise.”
I’m snapped out of my thoughts by Lucian’s voice. The elders are all leaving the room while he is staring down at me with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. His clothes are still in place. It must be the work of magic since any other clothes would have been destroyed when he grew, but that isn’t important!
“Promise?” I ask. “What promise?”
If I’m not mistaken, there’s a faint red color on his face as he mutters grumpily, “We are sharing a bed tonight, remember?”
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Despite everything that has happened, I manage to crack a smile at the face he is making. “Is that why you’re blushing? Is the Alpha suddenly shy?”
“I’m not shy,” he meets my eyes, and I’m surprised to see they are red again. It makes me wince, and Lucian casts his gaze aside with a grunt. “I’m just unhappy”
Huh? Why would he be unhappy? Because he didn’t get to kill anyone today? Is that it?
“Why are you unhappy?” I ask.
He sighs heavily. “Because my own mate thinks I’m a monster, and I don’t know what to do about it..”
I gawk at him. “You’re not…”
“I heard your thoughts, Noelle.” He keeps his gaze fixated on the floor, his voice strained.
It hurts to see him like this. The mate bond is making me want to console him.
“Lucian.” I start gently, “You are not a monster.”
He looks at me then, his red eyes holding mine captive. There’s heavy pause as he does that, searching my captivated eyes for sincerity or deception.
Eventually, he glares down at his feet. “But you’re scared of me, aren’t you?”
I am taken aback. He is powerful, intimidating, and merciless when necessary–but am I scared of him? I consider this, -looking directly into his ruby–red eyes.
“I won’t lie to you, Lucian,” I say calmly. “You scare me sometimes. But can you blame me? I’m the Omega and a useless werewolf. If you lost control, I would probably be the first one to die.”
Lucian growls at that, and suddenly, I’m pressed up against the wall with him looming above me. I hold my breath, fear clutching my heart. He is so close, my nose in love with his chest, before I lift my neck to meet his eyes, his body towering
over mine
“I would never hurt you,” he declares, and when he notices what must be fear on my face, his red gaze softens, filled with something that looks a lot like…pain? “You should never have to fear me, Noelle. Least of all, think I would ever harm you.”
I swallow thickly. “If that’s the case, why am I boxed into a commer?
“Because I hate it when you speak ill about yourself,” Lucian replies and places a hand on my cheek. His skin is hotter than hell, and my heart pounds fiercely when he leans in. “You’re perfect, and don’t worry about not being able to shape–shift into a powerful wolf. The reason you can’t do it is probably because you’re not a werewolf to begin with.”
All fear and uncertainty evaporate at his revelation, replaced by a gasp. “Wh–what?!”
“I don’t think you’re a werewolf,” he repeats, his voice softer this time, understanding. “I think you’re something much stronger. Something more beautiful and unique.”
My heart flutters at his words, or maybe I’m having that reaction because Lucian is stroking my cheek with an intense look in his merciless eyes. He looks like an angel about to lay down its judgment, and I find it incredibly hot. The look he is giving me makes me want to strip out of my clothes, but I bury my growing arousal to ask my following question.
“And what would that be?” I breathe.
His lips twist into a smile, “A lycan
