Mated To My Ex's Lycan Brother

Fiona’s POV I can barely breathe. Nor do I really want to, as his lips dominantly smother mine. I have but a moment to moan for air before I’m easily plunged back into the depths of my desires. But it’s because I’m desperate to keep his soft smooth lips pressed into mine. They tingle in reaction to him, welcoming the foreign body that invades my barriers, with his tongue swirling recklessly inside my mouth. How euphoric… His warm breath works like a sedative, sinking me deeper and deeper into a trance, and into the bed at my back. In my haze, I cannot help but wonder who would kiss me with such passion, who is this man? I dare to look. But it’s as if a fog screen is cast over my eyes, blurring the hulking figure that cradles me. “Who are you?” I whisper. And just like that, the mist unveils in a flash, and bright blue eyes shine through the darkness. Their icy brightness nearly blinds me. Only one man possesses such a menacing pair of eyes, and his stare ignites fear into the hearts of the people of the Alastair Kingdom. Thud. My eyes open for a second time. Realizing that the first time must have been a dream, I sigh in sincere relief. Thank goodness. But the sensation of comfort sharply turns sour as I stare up at the ceiling. The fancy lights look nothing like my own. Satin curtains… silk sheets… the softest of pillows. This is definitely not my room. So where am I? And worse. Where are my clothes?! It’s cold. To which I realize the bareness of my chest, and the feel of the blanket against my bare legs. In my growing panic, I look to my right and nearly gasp aloud at the man sleeping beside me. And not just any man… It’s the man from my dream. I feel like a bunny caught in a trap, nestled next to a sleeping wolf. The biggest, baddest wolf there is. Micah Lancaster… The firstborn Prince of the King and the CEO of the Lycan Corporation. A man with countless assets under his name. The most powerful Lycan, a cold, and ruthless demon. And the most feared man in the Alastair Kingdom. And worst of all, he is the elder brother of my traitor ex-boyfriend… Despite my mortifying circumstance, being so blatantly reminded about my ex-boyfriend Jeremy spikes an awful pain in my heart. Just yesterday, we were supposed to register our marriage, a step toward a future we had planned together. Jeremy, the second prince of the Alastair Kingdom, had been my boyfriend for two years. Even though we were not fated mates and Jeremy had insisted we keep our relationship hidden, I was sure he was the one for me. I had been so excited planning the smallest details of my wedding. I remember waiting for him at the marriage registry, happiness bubbling within me. But hours passed, and Jeremy never showed up. All my attempts to reach him went unanswered. I tried to reach him in every way I could but he had blocked me out of his mind, not allowing me to mind link him. I had been beside myself, feeling like I was going crazy, not knowing what I did wrong. Just like that, in the next minute, my world came crashing down. There, on the TV screen outside the marriage hall, Jeremy's face appeared, announcing his upcoming marriage to Leah, a girl belonging to one of the noble families of Alastair. My heart shattered into a million pieces as the reality of his betrayal played out before my eyes. And then, like a final blow, a breakup text from Jeremy arrived, reducing our two years of love to a cold, impersonal message. Our relationship is over. The words pierced me like a thousand needles, each syllable carving deep wounds into my already fragile soul. I crumpled to the ground, cared little for the people walking past in confusion. My pain was too terrible to hide. In that moment of profound agony, I felt utterly lonely, abandoned by the one person I had trusted with my heart… The horrible recollection is tormenting, and I have to snap myself out of my daze. But the daydream has only worsened the bruising of my heart. I need to get out of here. So, I keep a cautious eye on the sleeping Lycan as I hesitantly slide off the bedside. I dress haphazardly, desperate to flee the predator's den, his soft growl-like snoring only spiking my panic. I must have been terribly drunk last night. How else would I have had s*x with Micah? Many referred to him as the ‘incarnation of the devil’. And yet here I am, grabbing my stuff with the urgency of escaping what has been the worst idea of a one-night stand my drunk self came up with. But just as I fasten my bag over my shoulder, a dangerously strong hand ensnares my arm. My small frame topples back down onto the bed as I’m yanked, rolling across to come face to face with the Lycan Prince. Like a deer caught in the headlights, I lie frozen, the air evaporating from my lungs out of sheer terror. The subtle tilt of his head gives away nothing as his pale blue eyes study me. That's when I sense his hand, it trails down to my legs, before gently sliding up towards my hips. His touch feels like static electricity coursing through my veins, each brush sending shivers down my spine. But I cannot look away from those cold eyes of his. I cannot speak. I cannot move. Till I notice his hand continues its journey, moving past my waist and … into the crux of my handbag. Confusion clouds my mind as he retrieves my phone, holding it tantalizingly out of my reach. I tentatively reach for it, but he pulls it back with a teasing smirk playing at the corners of his lips, his amusement evident in the arch of his brow. With each failed attempt to reclaim my phone, the Prince's amusement seems to grow, though his expression remains stoic. It's only when his menacing gaze gestures towards the device that I finally tear my eyes away from him to look at the screen. And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh my god, it's his phone! My eyes dart to the bedside table where my own phone sits, realization flooding over me like a tidal wave. I've inadvertently picked up his phone instead of mine, a mistake that suddenly feels monumental in its implications. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I - uh- this was a mistake. Last night, I mean. Please forgive me!” I can barely splutter out my words right as I grab my phone and attempt to scramble away from the beast of a man. But his side is closest to the door. Thinking it’d be faster, I clamber my way across the bed, forgetting the man is twice my size! In my haste, I tangle my legs in the quilt and slip! I end up tumbling even closer to his chiseled frame. My hands outstretch to stop my rolling, only for them to smack right up against hot flesh and skin. I sense immediately that I’m feeling the tight muscular ridges of his abs. God, please make me disappear! I feel myself turning crimson red and I close my eyes for a moment, unable to face the awkwardness of the situation. “M-Mercy! Please have mercy on me!” I stammer, my face burning with humiliation. When he does nothing, his lack of reaction frightens me. I pull myself off the bed, continuing to utter apologies as I race out the door in my frazzled state. However, as I scurry past the door, I wonder if I hear a deep, throaty chuckle coming from behind me? I must be imagining things from all the panic, only reminding me that I need to get as far away as possible. So I rush out of the hotel in great haste. Just then, my phone begins to vibrate. With trembling fingers, I swipe to answer the call. "Hello?" I manage to croak out. "Fiona, it's Aunt Emma," her voice crackles with concern, "Your father... he's had an incident. He's been rushed to the hospital." I can’t believe the words I’m hearing. “How?” "He fainted after finding out that he’s gone bankrupt…"