My Unwanted Mate

Chapter 7. Dragon

Luca

Geneva tosses and kicks, desperate to get out of my hands, but all it does is make me tighten my grip on her. My arm is wrapped around her middle, pressing her firmly to my chest, while the palm of my other hand squeezes her jaw, preventing any sound to get out of her mouth. That b*itch must know better than to alert any of her lycan buddies of my presence here. If they find me in her room I wouldn’t be the only one in trouble. So, what the f*uck is she doing?

Suddenly, she freezes. Her body goes rigid in my arms, and I can feel the heavy movement of her chest - for a second she seems as if she is terrified and I am really confused as to what happened. Then I finally let her go, feeling like a complete i***t. She is not yet lycan, they turn after their eighteenth birthday, so how could she recognize who I am if she doesn’t seen my face? It’s not like a human can guess someone’s identity based on their scent alone, I should know that better than anyone. Yes, I have learned how to go past that and protect myself without having to rely on overdeveloped supernatural senses, but she is the f*ucking princess. She is as clueless as they go on how to defend herself. For some reason, this irritates me beyond explanation.

As she realises she is free, she runs a few steps away from me, until her back hits the opposite wall, and stares wide eyed at me. Then she blinks several times as if trying to remember who I am and I already regret coming here at all. I got beaten up for no reason because the worry of her got me distracted and here she is having no idea who the f*uck I am.

I lean back on the door, crossing my hands at the chest, examining her flushed face. She seems… dissolved. Her hair is tied in a messy bun on top of her head and a few golden strands fall over her perfectly shaped face - and this from the always perfect, impeccable ice queen. I realise this looks good on her - the wild hair, and those cerulean eyes not looking at me like I am the scum beneath her shoes. When she is like this I can’t deny she is actually quite good looking. 

But then she continues to stare at me with wide horrified eyes and her entire body seems tense with fear. Like she expects me to attack her any minute now, which is absurd of course, but for some reason it hurts my pride. Yeah, of course. If she doesn’t despise the rabid werewolf, she might as well fear him. Because me and my people are good for only two things in life - being overlooked or feared. F*ucking b*itch.

“I see you are fine,” I drag my voice as my eyes roam through her entire body, giving her exactly what she expects from me - disrespectful, unruly werewolf who doesn’t know bedside manners.

Her gaze steels the next second and the look in her eyes is back to that of the annoying ice queen I hate so much. For some reason I want to wipe that smug expression off her face immediately. 

“Who…” for some reason she struggles to find her words and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. I am frozen. My own eyes trace the movement hungrily and something stirs low in my spine.

Geneva blinks again, and lets out a sigh. “W-why are you here?” She asks now avoiding my gaze.

My lips quirk in a cold grin as my eyes narrow in at her. “Well, after that weird text you sent, I thought someone had kidnapped you and held you at gun point or something. Didn’t want to feel responsible for the collapse of the Lycan kingdom.”

Pain flashes through her eyes but she steels her expression again and raises her chin towards me, making me think it is just my imagination. For some reason though, I realise I don’t want to leave. There is something about her tonight, something that makes be curious more than ever.

We’ve never been friends. Up until a few days ago we didn’t even speak to each other. When she came to me for help, I did it because it was a good deal and she paid me for it. Two thousand, cash. I would be a fool to give up on that amount of money for doing the bare minimum in exchange. I found her the fake ID card and the address of that woman she wanted from me in no time. And ever since - radio silence, which was typical. Except it turned out I do have some resemblance of counciousness which was not yet beaten out of me by my dad and his men. So, here I am. Did not expect to drool over the way the ice queen bites her lower lip while the upper one is so perfectly bowed over it, tempting me to bite in return.

“Everything is fine,” Geneva shrugs nonchalantly and again she looks like she can’t stand the sight of me. “Would you please go now? I am tired and I just had a fight with my grandmother… Thank you.”

She stiffly walks away from the window as to give me space to sneak out. I am staring at her again, surprised at her words. It was not only that text she sent earlier today then. Did Geneva f*ucking Valentine decide to start talking to me? In what universe is that normal?

“See you on Monday, princess,” I wink at her on my way out. I watch her closely for a reaction, but there isn’t any. She just shrugs and stares at me with her cold eyes, waiting for me to get out of her life.

I flinch with the unexpected pain as I climb down the tree next to her window, the bruises all over my body from the earlier fight still fresh and tender. I am mad. Why the hell can’t I stop thinking about her ever since that text? I should’ve not let myself get distracted because of some stupid girl. Whatever it is that she used her fake ID for, whatever it is that happened, it is none of my business. I almost lost the fight tonight and I haven’t been this beaten up in a long time. The pain reminds me of the times I was twelve years old and werewolves, twice as big and a few times older than me came to attack me and take my life just because I had the luck to be born as the son of the current alpha.

I run through the perfectly mowed lawn, hoping the cameras won’t catch me, and sigh with relief when I finally reach the large stone wall. I am good at climbing, and sneaking out, so I am not really worried. Yes, it will be a big deal if they find me, especially as I don’t have an explanation what exactly I am doing here. I don’t even want to think what I am going to explain to my dad in this case. But they won’t catch me.

I land on the opposite side of the wall, wincing and run towards the small forest nearby where I hid my bike earlier. Good thing I am still human as there is no way the lycans would let me roam their territory unbothered. 

I start the engine and ride off that f*ucking place hoping I would never, ever have to come here again. I don’t do royalty or etiquette. The sight of that damn castle just now made me appreciate the simple way my people live. Yeah, it might be rough, and difficult, but it is still better than the political intrigues and the constant fear of the witches these lycan hypocrites live in. And, soon I will have the chance to take over and change things for my people for the better. Two months pass by relevantly quickly. And when they do and my father is forced to keep his promise and finally make me one of the pack, it will be my turn to challenge. I have been preparing for this my whole life. I have Dawar and his family on my side, and many others. It is not a coincidence they call me dragon. I hoard things like a real dragon - gold, allies, weapons, strength. Sooner than later the rule of alpha Jango Moretti will be over.

I have no time to deal with Geneva Valentine. Then why does her haunted gaze from tonight doesn’t leave my mind?