Page 8 of Lycan King's Captives
“Hmm,” he hums. “Yes, the farther you get away from me, the sicker you’ll get. The closer you are, the more you’ll crave me, and the more your discomfort will ease until I mark you.”
I try to ask what he means; my words make no sense to my own ears, and my tongue feels thick in my mouth. He laughs softly.
“Yes, I’ll mark you, make you mine. Then you’ll crave me; additionally, you’ll never want to leave me, and I can never let you go,” he chuckles darkly, and the next second I feel his teeth pierce my neck. Pain sears through my skin, his teeth tearing through and sinking in deeply. My scream is ear-piercing, and black dots steal my vision as I thrash in his arms. When he pulls his teeth from my skin, a hot trickle of blood runs down my collarbone and chest. His tongue runs over the mark, and I fight to remain conscious.
“Shh, the worst part is over until you shift. You’re mine now,” he whispers before the darkness that stole my vision steals my thoughts, too. His voice is somewhere far in the background, soothing, and I feel the hot waves that have been tormenting me abate, and I lose consciousness.
4
I didn’t even know who the girl was, but for some reason, she believed she could escape me. Not in my city. Had Mal searched the house properly when I ordered him to, he might still be alive.
Well, he won’t make the same mistake twice, or any mistake for that matter. Making my way back to the house, my Beta Javier is waiting in front of the run-down building where she probably spent her childhood. For some reason, this house feels familiar. I can’t explain the déjà vu I have when I peer up at it.
“My king, what do you want me to do with the body?” he asks as he walks down the stairs and to the car. Javier opens the passenger door while I glance back up at the decrepit old house, the paint flaking from the harsh elements of this city. If it isn’t one extreme, it is another with the weather here. Yet this house is so unkept it looks like a strong gust of wind could knock it over at any given second. Sighing, I peer down at my mate in my arms.
“Find out who she is and bring anything she might want to keep back to the castle. Then burn it.” I order before ducking down and sliding across the seat. Javier peers inside at me.
“Burn it, sir?”
“She won’t be coming back here. I will send the car back for you,” I tell him, and he nods, shutting the door while my driver, Enzo, peers in the back. I nod to him, and he starts the car while I maneuver my mate on my lap to a more comfortable position.
“Is there anywhere you wish to go before home?” Enzo asks, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
“No, home is all,” I tell him, leaning my head back. Fuck, how do I explain finding her to my mother? She’ll be furious because now she’ll have to turn down King Dresden’s arrangement. Not that I wanted to marry his daughter Carina anyway, but she will still be upset. I’ll have to find a way to explain to her the wedding will be off. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to face her and my mother. Queen Anita Dresden and my mother are quite close. The Dresdens aided her when she required assistance; therefore, I expect her anger, though I believe she will understand the significance of destined connections.
My father couldn’t care less who I marry; he hates King Dresden because the man has no limits. I don’t know what his arrangement with his wife is; he openly hits on my mother and can become a bit too hands-on with her. My mother is oblivious to his advances, and his wife does not appear to mind his wandering hands.
Now my father will finally hand over the crown to me. I’ve been ruling as king anyway; nevertheless, until I married or found a mate, I couldn’t officially take the title.
Lycan law states any future king must have a queen before taking the throne. It was a rule enforced after too many lone kings became cruel dictators. I hold one of the highest rankings, meaning the world and the seven kingdoms constantly watch my family. Two hundred and two years old, I know I’m under the most scrutiny of all. A king can only rule for two hundred years and then must hand the title down; unmated means the kingdom would be at risk in my hands because I am one of the oldest unmated Lycans in the world. Most don’t remain sane past one hundred and fifty years of age without their mate.
The Dresden family offered their daughter to secure a permanent treaty between the kingdoms; I just hope my mate doesn’t ruin the alliances because I can’t marry Princess Carina now. She’ll understand, and my father will be delighted knowing I won’t be marrying a vamp. So our usual agreements will hopefully stay strong. Carina will make a fine queen, and she isn’t required to marry to hold her title; this was only a favor to my mother to strengthen the relations between our two kingdoms.
True mates strengthen us, and once she turns and awakens, my feisty little mate will make one hell of a queen.
My only hope is that we don’t trigger any conflict between our kingdom and the vampire kingdom by turning down the marriage. The newest treaty depended on our marriage. Although even Carina is aware of the importance of mates; she searched for hers for decades before agreeing to this marriage, just as I have. And to think my mate was here all this time.
I haven’t been home for days; I’ve ignored my fiancé and parents while searching for my mate. I was sure she would try to flee the city. We’ve had every seeker out looking for her.
With the sun setting, a deep orange and red light bathes the city’s high buildings, throwing shadows on the walkways and plunging the lanes into a dusky glow.
Along the streets are stores and restaurants, with people strolling and talking or racing to get home. The human store owners barricade and bar their stores, preparing to lock down before our clientele changes. The smell of street food wafts in the air, and there is a sense of energy, excitement, and the potent stench of fear.
This time of day is the most dangerous, and most of the supernatural’s are primarily night creatures. We are stronger at night, almost supercharged, Lycan aren’t restricted to night like the vampires, they can’t handle daylight for too long. We aren’t sure why.
It didn’t harm them; however, I believe that living in the shadows for centuries, evading humans, evolution adapted, thus making them also stronger at night. Lycans can go days without sleeping.
Enzo navigates the windy road leading toward the castle. By the time we reach the tall iron gates, the sun has fallen behind the trees and mountains calling on the night. The lanterns running on either side of the driveway along the hedges illuminate the road.
The castle coming into view makes me antsy despite its beauty. It is made of beautifully patterned sandstone, with tall towers and spires reaching toward the sky. Dark window frames with colored stained glass create an otherworldly feel.
Most humans stare in awe at this place. It is like stepping out of reality and into a picture book. Roses of every color fill the garden beds despite it being winter here. The weather is bizarre, one minute, snow. The next, it’s blistering heat.
Earth truly is a marvelous place, mysterious. I’ve always found humans fascinating. I can only imagine how good it must feel to have such easily influenced minds, never having to decide for themselves when their governments decide for them. Now we do. Now supernaturals run the world, no longer hiding and starving in the shadows.
How good it must feel not to be driven by instincts that will never make sense to you, driven by hunger and desire so strong you can’t refuse it. Pulling into the circular driveway, fountains sit in the middle, filled with orchids and lilies. This place could take your breath away, especially at night, with the fairy lights in the trees turning on, lighting the place up like some winter wonderland. As the car stops, Enzo jumps out, opening the door for me as servants come out to greet me.
I can’t wait for her to see this place. I hope she loves it as much as I do, for this is now her home, too. Peering around, I suck in a deep breath. Finally, I can sleep, then wake up next to my mate. Something I have longed to do, and a true mate, not a chosen or forged mate, instead someone who is truly created for me by the divine.
