Heart Of The Lycan Queen

3. Silver-eyed Beast

She is made of a million tempests, the wildest of cyclones.

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3. Silver-eyed Beast

(Elian)

How should one go about meeting something they had been hunting all their life?

Actually, Elian had only ever killed one werewolf in her whole life. It was when she was nineteen. The werewolf was a rogue, gone mad from too much time in his wolf or something like that... and he was trying to rip a hunter to pieces. The man was trying hard to put up a good fight, but damn, he was outmatched, even with his power.

That night, Elian was, once again, doing a patrol around the borders, and that was when she saw the gory scene. Her blood had frozen for a second and she felt like she was going to explode, from fear and excitement. Both. She had never been in a fight and she had been itching... oh, she had been burning for the fight.

Her blood buzzed in excitement. Adrenaline pumped through her bones as her ears rang with loud static as she assessed the situation.

She quickly grabbed the crossbow she always carried with her, even though Lafayette scoffed that she wouldn't be needing it for doing a child's job, but she always had it.

She laced the silver arrow with concentrated wolfsbane, pointed it at the mark, told herself to forget everything... as her father had taught her, and then she let the arrow rip through the air. The wolf growled angrily into the night as the arrow pierced the matted brown fur in his neck.

He snapped his long canines angrily at the man standing before him, and then he howled angrily. His growl was loud. He leaped at the man, and the man quickly avoided the massive wolf.

Elian grabbed her dagger and ran towards the wolf, who was attacking viciously, his eyes filled with insane rage.

As she stepped closer, he swiveled around, his angry, blazing eyes were on her as he looked at her. She laughed crazily as he took a step towards her... she didn't even know why she was laughing and she plunged the sharp end of the dagger into his head. His scream filled the dark night as blood dripped from his opened skull and then fell to the ground.

Her heart was thundering as she looked at the animal that had shifted to a man, and regret washed over her for just a second, but she told herself that it was not a man, but an animal. A montser. It was something like this that killed her parents. Something like this was the reason she always felt so alone for nineteen long years.

And she knew, had she not killed the animal, this man in front of her would now be dead.

"You saved me." The man had said then, looking at her with eagerness and excitement. His face was pale, and muddy and his shirt and jacket were grimy and torn, but damn, he was so handsome in the moonlight and Elian's heart hitched. "I am Blake Woods." He had said then... his voice full of appreciation and she had almost lost her nerve and she felt like she was going to faint.

She hadn't fainted when she faced the burly animal, but faced with his smile... and she was this close to fainting.

"How about dinner... you know, as a thank you? I know it is not enough, but still..." He looked at her like she was the most amazing thing he had seen... and she was muddy, grimy, and dirty.

She had said yes. And now, here they were, four years later, engaged and in love.

'Ugh!' The voice scoffed. 'Enough reminiscing about killing a wolf. Do you see the time? Get ready. We will be meeting him again.'

"Yeah, whatever." She said as she grabbed a T-shirt and pants and wore them with a frown on her lips. She didn't know what she was going to do or how she was going to go about that. She only had a half-cooked plan, which was very, very raw.

The first time, she had to patrol the borders of the woods, and that was where she met the silver-eyed devil.

She had taken out her crossbow, intent on killing him. She was so sure... that she would kill him, until she wasn't.

She had frozen with one look at him, into his silver eyes, and then her crossbow had clattered down the ground.

Her fingers had trembled as he sniffed the air around her as if he was trying to find her scent around the air that surrounded her, and then he shook his head as his silver eyes found hers and Elian felt the tremble in her legs.

Instead of fear and disgust, she had felt a slow pull in her body. Her body buzzed in need and arousal, and the beast looked at her with those mesmerizing silver eyes, his canines shining in the moonlight, and she was mortified. Her breathing had hitched and it looked like the animal understood her feelings, understood her need. He growled softly, as he gave her a deep look, his silver eyes strangely sharp and astute on hers, all knowing, and she felt the wave of attraction swirling inside her stomach.

She was disgusted with herself. She was so damn embarrassed. He took one step closer to her frozen body and he looked up at her, his eyes strangely dark... and filled with what she was feeling, too. Lust.

Thankfully, before she could do something more to humiliate herself, like throwing herself at the beast, the creature from hell bounded off into the darkness, its onyx fur glinting softly in the moonlight. It had taken a lot of time for Elian to move from the place or even think again.

And then the dreams had started. The weird ones. The sexy ones. The er0tic ones. The ones that always left her wanting more.

It was all disturbing, because she had always woken up wet with desire, sweaty and panting. Sometimes, she felt the press of his lips,

real and vivid, even after she had woken up and it was strange for her.

"This time, you need to be ready. You have to ask him questions before he pounces off." Elian stared at herself in the mirror, talking to herself. She had already crossed all the boundaries of sanity. "And... you have to stop yourself from feeling anything for that thing!"

'Try, but you will feel it again. The desire. The wetness. And he will know you want him...'

"Shut up, you crazy thing, and go away."

'And are you really going to wear that!' The voice tched.

"What is wrong with this? This was my favorite T-shirt and jacket." She mumbled as she studied herself in the mirror. She was not beautiful like Lafee or Robyn, the murderous b*tch, but she was good-looking.

"Also... it isn't like I am going on a date with that beast... I am just- it is a business meeting." She whispered even as the thoughts of the business meetings they had had in her dreams, him over her, under her... biting, teasing, kissing... her cheeks flamed a fire-engine red as she rubbed her face with a sigh.

'Date is too mild a word after having wild, uninhabited nights with him.'

"Dreams... just dreams."

'Are you sure they are just dreams?'

She was sure. Wasn't she? She had been sure in the previous life, but...

"Damn. Now, I am not so sure."

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(Quillon)

Quillon Blackthorn leaned against his leather chair with a frown on his lips. His silver eyes were registering nothing. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, like some kind of dark premonition. He read the budget proposal for his pack once again, raking his fingers through his long hair. The numbers were dancing in his head... making no sense at all.

"Hey Quill, wanna go for a run. You are cooped up inside for so long and you look tense," Roman, his beta and best friend, said.

Quillon looked up from his laptop and frowned at him.

"It is mom. Again."

"What now?"

"My mom... she has been bothering me to find a Luna. God. I am f*cking twenty-six. Where the hell is my mate?" Quillon said with irritation lacing his voice. "And my mom... she keeps whining that I am getting older. God, I can't take the pressure."

He had been looking for his mate, the one woman the Moon Goddess had made just for him. He had been looking since the day he turned eighteen, when a wolf could scent his mate. Eight years had passed and since no sight of the mate creature.

What was the use of creating a mate if one couldn't find the said mate? Lycans were the most powerful of the shapeshifters and with a mate, their powers were said to increase.

Maybe that was why the Moon Goddess had put a curse on them with this mate bond. It was not easy for a Lycan to come across his mate, and that was also why all the Lycans were so damn grateful for finding a mate. She could be anyone, and they would cherish her with everything.

'Oh, I can't wait to find her, and then mark her. I can already feel her blood on my tongue and...' His wolf, Ares, said with a smack of his lips with a smirk.

Quillon's body stiffened. When his wolf was aroused, just imagining a fantasy in his head, he was aroused, too.

"If you don't find your mate, your mom will probably force you to choose Amayla, and then your life will be so damn over," Roman said with a sour look on his face.

Amayla was the daughter of King Geoff's third in command, Benedict Athernon.

Okay, she was not a bad woman, just bad for Quillon's blood pressure.

He growled under his breath in reply, as he took a sip of his whiskey. The familiar taste was comforting. He was agitated and bothered, and the burn of the golden whiskey cooled his wolf and him.

"Sh*t. I can already feel the headache coming just thinking about her," Quillon said as he switched off his laptop. He was not getting anything done, anyway. "Come on, I will hang myself if I sit here any longer," he said as he stood up.

They both walked outside, quickly stripped, and then Quillon felt his body transforming. His wolf came forward and he leaped, changing completely in mid-leap. His paws thudded against the earth, making a soft squelching sound.

Roman shifted next to him, his massive brown wolf howled softly at the moon. Quillon playfully bumped against Roman's wolf, before they both bounded into the thick forest.

He lifted his snout up in the air as he took in the scent of the wildflowers flowing through the breeze and wet earth. It had rained a little tonight. The earth smelled warm and soft. Like wood and trees and mist. Beautiful.

Ares' onyx fur shone in the moonlight, as he ran through the trees. He shuddered in pleasure as the cold breeze ruffled his dark black fur.

He ran, and ran, until thoughts in his head were nothing but a soft growl. He looked up at the moon above his head. The power in his body was marvelous. He felt it rumbling through his blood,

The tall trees just behind his pack lands were familiar and peaceful, and he needed peace.

He leaped inside the thick forest, feeling free and liberated. The wind whipped past his shiny black fur as he ran, following Roman's wolf, Jupiter, through the forest.

They ran for a long time, enjoying the freedom... and then Ares stopped. His ears twitched, and his tail stood erect. He lifted his snout up in the air and sniffed and then he was running, running deeper into the woods.

'Where are you going?' Quillon asked Ares, but Ares was not responding. He ran like the hell hounds were chasing him. 'Stop. It is not our pack land. We are far away.' Quillon said, suddenly alarmed.

And then Quillon smelled it. The soft scent of fresh, wild lavender flowers in the warm summer morning. It was the most delicious scent in the whole world. Mouthwatering.

Quillon's eyes widened in surprise. This was... this shouldn't be possible.

He knew where he was... he was somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. Very close to the order of Amethyst lands.

The woman standing there was staring at them, her eyes wide, but there was no fear in her eyes.

She had the most beautiful eyes Quillon had ever seen. Like soft, flowing honey, directly from the honeycomb. A mesmerizing brown. His breathing stuck. Ares shuddered.

'MATE.' Ares growled inside his head, and Quillon heard it loud clear, as the wolf took a step towards the woman. The woman took a step back. 'Our mate.'

Is this a f*cking joke? Why in the hell would The moon goddess mate him with a damn hunter?

This was a disaster. That much Quillon was sure of!

'F*ck my life.'

The woman raised her crossbow.

'F*ck it all the way to hell...'

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