The Lycan King's Muse

Ep 3: Are You Lost Werewolf Girl?

For a moment that I so wish to be an eternity, I feel at home.

His strong arms envelop me, keeping me in place underneath him as his lips travel to praise my skin with his ardent kisses. He gives color to my skin; red and blue, on my chest and on my neck. When I giggle and tell him that these hickeys will be seen. He whispers, “That’s the point. You are mine, Mars.”

His lips travel to my navel and then to my thighs. “I have to mark you everywhere,” he says, bringing hot breaths to my skin. And once he is done marking me to his satisfaction, he enters me. “You’re mine,” he murmurs every time he thrusts. We both moan with pleasure. Each friction our skin makes with each other brings us even closer to our ecstasy.

I grab his blonde hair, tousling them as he gets rougher. He needs it. I need it too. We are lost in each other’s warmth, electrifying the other with pleasure. I feel safe and… home.

This is home for me. He is my home.

“I love you, Mars,” he whispers to my mouth, “You have no idea. I’d conquer the entire world if I have to, just to be with you.”

“Silly,” I chuckle, “You don’t need to conquer the entire world to be with me. I’m already yours.”

I expected him to return my humor. Yet instead, he looks at me seriously. His brows furrow in deep sadness. “I’m sorry, Mars,” he whispers.

Gulping hard, I ask, “Why?” Dread piles within me, building that stack of horror bit by bit. It’s like I know the awful thing that would happen, but I keep holding on to the hope that he is only joking, anyway.

“Don’t say that, Ed,” I plead.

He caresses my cheek gently. “You’ll be fine,” he whispers with a smile. His hand drops down to my stomach, giving gentle rubs on my navel. “She’ll be fine too. She’ll be strong. People will look for her.”

“Ed.” I grab his arm desperately. “Don’t leave me. I can’t do this alone…” My eyes feel hot as my vision of him blurs. The more distorted his face becomes, the more dread cripples me from within.

“It’s my time, Mars.”

“No…” I shake my head. “No…”

He presses my stomach gently. “I’ll be here with you. Always.” Edward raises his body. “You’ll be fine. You’ve always been stronger, more resilient than me.”

He doesn’t understand that I am not all those things without him. Edward was the one who gave me the courage and strength to carry on. He was my pillar, my rock, and my world.

So, why won’t he stay?

“You’re wrong, Mars,” he answers my mind. “And it’s time for you to discover how powerful you can be. It’d be fun.”

A bright light shines behind him, basking him in a blinding glow. The light distorts his face even further. It is so bright that I have to close my eyes.

When I open them again… I don’t see him anywhere.

I see a chandelier hanging on top of me. I smell that strong musk and earthy smell that is familiar. My body is wrapped in a warm, fur blanket.

I blink.

“I’m… not home.”

My cheeks are drenched with tears. When I sit up, my hands go to my stomach. It’s still flat, but I can feel another heart beating faintly inside. Thinking about it makes me cry again. The tears I have been holding inside pour out of me as I remember Ed is not with me anymore.

With us…

I caress my womb. “I miss… him… too,” I sob. Then I break down into a crying mess on a foreign bed.

After a while, I for.ce myself to stop crying, saying that it is not good for the baby. “This is just me being hormonal,” I whisper to myself while dabbing away the tears, “A lot of stress wouldn’t do the baby good.”

“Happy thoughts, Mars,” I mumble, “Happy thoughts,”

I sniff the running liquid from my nose a couple of times. Then I use my sleeves to wipe the tears away. That’s when I notice that I have a flimsy beige dress on. Who puts the dress on me?

Before my mind can find the answer, my body reacts naturally. I jump off the bed and immediately run to the door, which I guessed would lead me to the bathroom. My guess is correct.

Opening the toilet lid fast, I then puke out my guts. My head spins and my stomach churns uncomfortably. Morning sickness has kicked in, but I feel grateful for it. It further confirms to me that my baby is still in my womb.

After flushing my puke and washing my mouth, my eyes flick to the entirety of the room. There is a very thick manly aura about it. The primary colors are brown and black, but it looks luxurious. Very lavish compared to my usual hut.

Just one sniff of the room, and I can tell that this is that stranger’s room. My fingertips feel a slight tingle to know that it’s my mate’s room.

“The king of lycans…,” I murmured, “What are the odds?”

My guess is he brought me to his room. Which means I am in the lycan kingdom.

Loud footsteps from outside the door disturb my trail of thoughts. I look intently at the door, sniffing and putting my sensitive ears to good use.

Lycans, my wolf says, three of them.

They are approaching fast. “She is still resting inside,” one of them says just outside the door. “The king has requested you to give her a full examination.”

Examination? That means at least one of those people is a healer. And that person can easily find out that I am pregnant. What will the lycan king say if he knows I am pregnant?

The stories I have heard about him are far from good, either. He is known to be cold and brutal. He punishes his people and trespassers without mercy. From the stories, he seems even worse than Alpha Mason. I cringe when I realize my situation.

I can’t let this lycan king know about my pregnancy. I won’t let him touch my baby.

So, before those people reach the door, I’ve walked fast to the window and opened them. Thank the Goddess they are not locked from the outside and they are just simple latches. When the doorknob turns, my body jumps.

“Lady?” I faintly hear one of the men ask. Then my feet land on the ground below me. Thank the Goddess too that I was only on the third floor. My werewolf strength makes me able to survive the jump.

I hide behind a pillar when those people are approaching the window. They are lycans, so they have strong senses of smell too. This means I have a tiny window of opportunity to get out of this enormous castle I have never been in.

Great.

Where I land looks like a garden in the middle of the castle. Behind me, is a hallway that I assume leading to outside. So, I walk fast. I have even prepared the answers I will give people if I see any staff or lycan warriors. But so far, I have not seen any. The castle seems a lot bigger than my previous packhouse. Yet it seems empty…

I take a right turn and then turn left, which leads me to a wide room full of sofas and antiques. The walls are surrounded by large paintings. There are two large stairs on the side of the room where I come from. On the other side… a huge white door.

I can smell the grass and fresh air from beyond the door. Without thinking further, I run to it.

My hand stretches forward to reach for the doorknob. But just before I could reach it, a hand grabs my wrist and yanks me to what feels like a sturdy wall.

Once I regain my balance, I look up to the same mystifying emerald eyes I saw in the woods. Just like that, my mind forgets that I need to run from the castle, that I need to run from this man.

One of his arms wraps around my waist, securing my body against him. “Are you lost, werewolf girl?” His hot breath fans my face, giving me shuddering chills deep down my spine.

I find myself being frozen. The wolf inside me whimpers. And my mind is melting.

This is not good.

But I cannot move… not when I am in his embrace.

He chuckles deeply, making his chest rumble slightly. He… looks at me warmly. With a smile on his face.

This is the cold and brutal lycan king? He doesn’t look as scary, and I feel more comfortable with him than with Alpha Mason.

“Were you trying to run away?” He asks, “Werewolf girl, you should know that there is no place on earth where you can hide from me now. Your scent is ingrained in my mind. I’ll find you anywhere.”

I open my mouth to try to answer him.

But he takes it as an invitation for him to claim my lips.