The Omega Princess

4- Stone

4-Stone POV

I was furious. Firstly, I could smell her arousal from across the dining hall, his too. The odds of her finding a mate were slim to none, that was the whole point in keeping her locked up this entire time. She was supposed to be mine. By the time she hit 25 without a mate, her Lycan would force her to pick someone and start procreation to continue their line. That was supposed to be me. Rage filled me as the doctor tended my wounds.

"To think, that lycan mutt had the audacity to attack me in my own home and prevent me from accessing whats rightfully mine! I will find them and I will end him, in front of her. The pain of their break will cause her to spiral...right into my arms." Chuckling darkly, I snarled at the doctor. "Would you hurry up? It's healing already and I don't want to rebreak it. My God, whats the point of having you around if you're still so useless."

She cowered in fear and rapidly finished setting and cleaning the break. "All...all done sir." She stuttered.

"Look at me." I commanded. Watching as her dark eyes glinted in fear as she gazed up at me, I smiled and pulled her hair back harshly. "You know...you're quite pretty for what you are. Maybe I should have my way with you before I go find MY mate." Pondering my choices, her whimpers grew louder and more irritating as time passed. Growling angrily, I threw her to the ground. "God you're a whiny thing. Get out of my sight before I change my mind."

She gathered her dress in her arms and looked at me before trying to speak. Instead, she just turned and ran.

"That's right weak one, just run." Laughing darkly, I gingerly touched my arm. It felt much better, only a long scar ran down each arm where it had broken through the skin. Teeth gritted, I knew I would get my revenge. No one messes with me, let alone a lycan. I'll destroy him if it's the last thing I do.

Getting up, I headed to my armory. Lycans were impervious to almost everything except silver. Wolfsbane had no effect, neither did fire or injury. The only way to kill a lycan was with silver, specifically to the heart. If I just managed to injure him, it may take a while to heal but it would slowly gain sensitization to it, allowing him to tolerate more and more silver at a time before becoming weak. I had to plan my next moves very carefully.

Settling on two silver karambits, I took them carefully out of their holders. Fondly kissing each one, I remembered the day my father used them to kill a king after he slaughtered a small lycan village. My father was quite ruthless in his own right. A lycan had kidnapped my mother after I was born, forcing her to live with him and produce him hybrid offspring. My father became infuriated, feeling everytime his mate was defiled. Instead of allowing it to drive him mad, he used his rage to make him stronger. He devastated each lycan village he came across, taking children from mothers and killing the men, leaving them helpless. Then he would e*****e them to create the kingdom I now rule over.

He was murdered the day I took Brooklyn from her parents.

**FLASHBACK**

The village was burning, the smell of singed flesh hung heavily in the night as screams penetrated the dark. Alpha Iliad, my father, was dangerous, a one wolf wrecking army, tearing lycans apart. I fought beside him until we were both bathed in the blood of our enemies.

Lycans fought bravely, stronger then us by a mile, but then again, surprise was on our side. With a little luck and a lot of inside information from a mother, desperate to get her child back, we were able to breech the walls and attack from within. Iliad stood, relishing the fallen bodies as we got ready to storm the castle. The weak king and queen hadn't even stepped foot outside to help their own people. Today was the day we ended their bloodline and took revenge for destroying my family. Rumor has it, the queen is with child, making the moment I plunge my blade into her heart, even more sweet.

Iliad breeched first, throwing his massive body through the lower stained glass windows, slamming to the floor with a crash. His heavy body stood, shaking off the glass like it was nothing more then sand. I followed, roaring loudly as I landed, my strong paws protecting me from being cut by glass. Bumping into each other, we set off to sniff the Royals out. I went upstairs and my father swept the downstairs. I could hear footsteps rapidly descending in front of me before a scream as the queen tried to shift and run. More curious about why she would run straight at me, I ignored her, throwing her down the stairs for my father to snack on. Making my way into her luxurious room, I saw a pink bassinet with a small baby, cooing at me and gazing up with big curious eyes. She reached up and grasped my fur, stirring emotion inside my heart. I shifted back to my human form, hearing a ferocious battle downstairs between my father and the lycan king.

Enthralled by this little girl, I reached down to pick her up, but before I could reach her, a searing pain thrust through my side. Turning, I snarled. Her mother stood, claws extended, half her body a human, half a wolf. Her face was set in determination to protect her pup, but I knew she would be no match for me. My cold hard battle calculations versus her emotional attacks, she would fall, I was sure of it.

"Leave my baby alone. Take me, leave her." She tried to force her command on me, but she was weak. Weaker then she should have been for being a queen. I could smell her bleeding from somewhere and knew I'd have the advantage.

"As tempting as that is, I'd rather take her, mold her and then make her my mate when she grows up. That way I'll be unstoppable." I smirked at her as she rushed me, stepping aside easily I pushed her to the ground, her head crashing against the dresser with a sick crunch.

Turning back to the baby, I smiled. "You're mine now princess."

Hearing a gasp as bottles were knocked over, I turned around and saw the queen struggling to stand. Surprised, I looked at her in pity.

"I would love to stay and chat, my queen, but our business here is done. I'll be taking her and my leave."

She screamed at me, her eyes glowing a hellish red, "just kill me then." She rasped, her nose crooked from being broken, blood pouring down her face.

Contemplating her request, I didn't have time to decide before I heard a roar that rumbled the house. I felt the pain and knew my father had just died. Looking at the queen, I pushed her once more, grabbing the baby and fleeing out of the room and down the stairs.

I wasn't prepared for the c*****e. Blood was everywhere, pieces of flesh and fur splattered against royal tapestries. The lycan king lay face down in a pool of blood, a silver karambit lodged deep in his back, a second protruding from his neck. Looking desperately for my father, I kept searching, trying to calm the screaming baby while I fought the pain in my heart. Stepping quickly in the darkened hallway, I heard a crunch of a bone and looked down. It was my father. He lay, staring straight up, a look of disgust on his face, a needle sticking straight out of his neck. Grunting in anger, I closed his eyes, only stopping to grab the karambits before I dropped a lighter inside and started the burn that would eventually extend past the castle and rip through the forest.

Gazing down at the Princess, my heart beat quickly in excitement. Long ago, my father had killed my mate in an attempt to save me from heartbreak. The Moon Goddess didn't see fit to give me another one.

Well then I'll just make my own

***END OF FLASHBACK ***

Thinking back fondly of that day, my hand tightened around the blades hilt. I will keep what I stole and no one will take her from me. Just the thought of that mutt touching her caused me distress. She was mine and mine alone.

Rushing down the stairs to find her, I hoped they were still in the kingdom walls. If there's one thing I know, it's that the Lycan King doesn't take kindly to those who mess with the mate bond. He needed to he disposed of as soon as humanely possible so I could resume my plans.

Stepping into the courtyard, I could smell her arousal fill the air. My pants strained painfully as my mind filled with rage.

I was going to rip his heart out if he defiled my baby girl.