Heart Of The Lycan Queen

Prologue

You are made, not for cages. You are made to storm the galaxies, to ride the storm.

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Prologue

She ran through a dense forest with thick, unkempt branches. The wind was hard against her cheeks as she chased the dark, dangerous beast of the night. She had her crossbow ready in her hand, as she avoided the trees, the low hanging branches. She was quick, and what she lacked in grace, she made up in improvisation.

The large wolf running in front of her gracefully jumped over every rock as she stumbled through it and she cursed the damn beast for it, as well.

She avoided a thorny bush, but stumbled on a rock on the side and fell down. The wolf, running like the wind, stopped on his track. He lifted his head, sniffing the air, waiting… as if he wanted her to come to her feet and then continue to chase him.

She wondered why it had stopped, and why it was now coming towards her.

She was panicking, but she couldn’t move.

“Get away from me, you beast.” She hissed and this time, she was sure the horrible devil with silver eyes was laughing at her.

She didn’t know why she wasn’t shooting her crossbow, but she just couldn’t.

He looked down at her for a moment, gloriously naked, and then he gave her a hand.

She glared, but she couldn't afford to be proud right now... she put her hand on his broad hand and he pulled her up in a swift motion before pressing her against the rough bark of the tree, quick as a flash, and she watched with wide eyes as he walked towards her, his steps slow and calculated, almost predatory.

A finger gently rubbed against her breast and she hated herself for moaning. Oh, but his fingers knew just where to touch, just where to rub. "You- what are you-" her voice was hoarse as she looked up at his face. She could only see those silver eyes, but the look in them made her whole body throb with need. Dark and dangerous, he looked at her, and her heart thundered wildly beneath her ribs.

Instead of fear, she felt the rush of desire.

His face was made of shadows in the dark night, but the silver eyes glowed like a lone crescent lighting the deserted path. She wanted to pull away, pull him closer. She was confused. She hated the beast, didn't she?

She was so damn wet with need. Everywhere he touched, he left fire burning on her soft, begging skin. She was standing only because his body was pressed against her, keeping her straight.

It was absurd, absurd how malleable her body was to his fingers, even though she knew she lived for hunting beasts like him, she couldn’t make herself push him away from her.

He bent lower and licked the creamy skin above the swell of her breast.“You like it, don’t you?” His voice was breathy, a soft, seductive caress against her burning skin.

“Mmmm…” she was ashamed of herself for wanting his mouth everywhere, but right now, she was fuzzy with lust and there were no thoughts except him and his magnificent body.

His fingers trailed down her breast, down her stomach and he stopped closer to her wet center. “What do you want?” He asked.

“I-I-” she stuttered. She wanted to say she needed him, but she couldn’t make herself to say it out loud. After all, he was a werewolf and she hated werewolves with a burning passion… she hated monsters like him.

“You are still not accepting what your body already knows. You know you want me."

"I-I don't," she lied.

"One day you will become mine and you will never, ever think about anyone else except me." He whispered in a dark voice. His eyes were possessive as he assessed her and Elian was sure he could see the man sleeping next to her, in her bed, but could he... after all... she was only dreaming.

"I will show you how a real man loves and you will discover the untamed wildness that sleeps within you. No one can satiate that wildness except me, my Queen.

"Until then, dream of me in the steamy nights when the air is thick and lusty, and stay in your bed writhing, moaning, wanting, oh so wet. I will dream of you too." He sucked her throat and then bit it and licked it. It stung, but the pleasure was blinding

"Until next dream, my wanton Queen.” He said, bent down and sucked the skin of her throat, and then traced a finger down her throbbing core, before he disappeared, leaving her half done.

She woke up sweaty, aroused, cursing at the wicked beast from the bottom of hell.

Not this damn dream again. She swore under her breath.

Since she had stumbled upon him while doing a border patrol around the perimeter, six months ago, she had been dreaming about the silver-eyed wolf and the man, and she had been feeling guilty about it.

She looked at her fiance, who was peacefully snoring away.

She walked out of her house, feeling shifty. She started to run and stopped in front of the stream, where she always came to get away from the loud, bustling noise of the life she lived. The stream was serene and calm and Elian found herself relaxing again.

I- did I have hunter's blood? Elian thought with a frown. She always believed she was ordinary. Everyone believed she was ordinary, but maybe she wasn't.

She was sure she had reached the stream faster than she ever did. "They must have been wrong about my parents. Maybe I did have power, as well!" She mumbled softly.

'Hunters! What a posh name for a group of psychopaths in leather jackets. Psh!' The voice scoffed. She had been hearing this voice for a while now, and she didn't know what to think of it.

"Who are you? Where are you?"

'I am right here.'

Elian swivelled around and around, but she couldn't find anything or anyone.

'Sh*t. Run.' The voice sounded agitated and fretful.

"What?"

'You are an absolute idi0t. I am going to die even before my life has started and it will be your fault.' The strange voice scoffed.

And then, Elian felt the shift in her surroundings. The air turned still, and the whole place turned eerily unfamiliar. She felt the chill in her bones.

She heard leafs crumbling under heavy boots, she heard breathing coming out in short bursts as if they had been running too long.

She wasn't alone anymore. She turned to run, but it was too late.

A dark, shadowy figure pounced on her from inside the trees, with a dagger raised above its head and Elian didn't know how the dagger was not already buried in her throat, but at the last second, she easily shifted to the side, leaving the man barrelling towards the old oak tree. His head rammed into the stem, but he was like a damn bulldozer. He came back, unscathed.

Elian grabbed the dagger from the person who was wildly attacking her, and her eyes widened when she saw the hilt of the dagger embedded with the familiar violet Amethyst that shone gloriously in the moonlight. Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.

She growled softly.

The strange sound echoed around her in the dark night. Suddenly she could see everything she couldn't see before. Everything turned sharp and intense, every speck, every movement.

The man in the ruby mask looked at her, his eyes alarmed. For a second, he actually looked scared.

"You-you.." He let out a shrill whistle and a few more hunters appeared outside of the trees they were hiding in.

This was no stranger. He knew her. They knew her.

She had always believed that this place was her home, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe she had never belonged!

She was an amazing warrior, but the man attacking her was strong, fast and he was taller than her. She was good at sparring, much better than some of the elite hunters with power, but still she was only human.

The man was quick on his feet, agile and every thrust of the dagger was made in the way that it would find the perfect point. The point that would kill her in a single stab.

She parried, she side-stepped the coming onslaught of attacks, but she was just one girl, surrounded by at least six hunters, watching for a time to pounce.

Who knew how many were hiding for the next signal?!

The war was lost even before it had started. She was vastly outnumbered and she knew she was done.

'You are not done.' The voice inside her head said once again.

One of the smaller looking hunters stalked towards Elian, her sword raised high above her head. Elian knocked the blade off, and grabbed the girl by her neck, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing. A dark growl filled the quiet dawn.

She let the hunter go and the woman crumpled to the ground. Confused and bewildered, Elian looked at her hand. How could she lift this woman with one hand?

"... she is... getting stronger." One of the women said. "It is losing the power, and She is already becoming... finish it or-"

"Why are you doing this?" Elian screamed as she took a step away from the woman on the ground. She bent down and ripped the mask away, and her eyes widened in shock and hurt. She gasped, her heart twisting in betrayal and pain.

"You-" she was momentarily speechless. "How could you, Robyn? Why would you?"

"Because you are an abomination," Robyn sneered. This was the woman she had considered as her good friend. This was the woman who was going to be one of the bridesmaids at her wedding. "You... what are you all waiting for? Just finish her before she-"

She fought them off, but they kept coming. The six had become nine. It was a surprise she had lasted this long.

Her body was becoming tired. She knew the war was fully lost the moment she felt a dagger ripping through her arm. It burned. She screamed in agony as she felt the burn everywhere in her body.

"You don't deserve Blake." Robyn's voice cut her off.

"You are a little jealous b*tch, huh?" Elian said. Her eyes were turning blurry and she was slowly fading. If she had known this was her last day, she wouldn't have left the safety of her bed. "Hey Robyn, consider yourself uninvited to my wedding." Elian smirked. If she was going to go down, she would do it in style. "And Robyn, Blake wouldn't choose you even if you were the only woman alive."

"Aaaa..." Robyn screamed as she pounced at her like a rabid dog. She grabbed Elian's hair, clawing at her face with sharp nails. She fought like a desperate girl, not the trained hunter she was.

Elian felt a sharp, debilitating pain as a knife was thrust into her back . The knife came out of her stomach, spilling dark, oozing blood.

She screamed as the knife was twisted over and over in her gut as Robyn stepped in front of her and dragged her dagger down Elian's cheek, following the path of her tears. Elian fell to the ground, grabbing on to her stomach, whimpering in agony.

Robyn's vicious eyes shone in victory.

"My head- I want to sleep." She murmured as someone kicked her in the face.

"Sleep then, and never wake up."

Elian felt herself slowly slipping. Before she could fully go into the darkness, she heard a loud, angry growl. It was powerful, filled with rage. She saw familiar silver eyes and the onyx wolf. She smiled a little. She must be hallucinating...but his silver eyes calmed her. She closed her eyes without fighting the darkness.

"Damn. It is a f*cking.... monstrosity. The pendant..."

"...angry.... mate?"

"....run and don't look back."

Words fell in and out of Elian's ears.

She was barely alive by then. She felt someone sitting next to her. A big hand caressed her cheek. The touch was almost familiar.

"Sleep, my darling, sleep."

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