Ep 2: The Lycan King
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‘Werewolf girl?’ I am still panting and cannot speak, so I send the words through mind link. ‘Seriously?’
“You are a werewolf. And you are a girl,” he replies through words, “What are you? Fifteen?”
‘I am a woman!’ I don’t know why I need to affirm myself as a woman. My age is twenty-five, but my face does look young. People know I hate it when they treat me like a child because of my appearance. Professionally, it is annoying, because patients sometimes get skeptical of my treatment thinking that I am just some teenage girl who talks big.
The man blinks at my screaming through the mind link. He did not expect me to be so agitated by his comment.
Wait a minute…
‘How do you guess my age as fifteen?’ I ask.
“Your scent,” he says in a deep voice. How his adam’s apple moves is quite sexy. But his collar bone… “You smell like a young soul And I can sense your arousal too.”
‘I am not aroused!’ I cry out again, which makes him look at me with a blank face.
“Do you shout all the time when you talk?”
‘No.’
I think he is smelling my baby’s scent, that is why he thought I was young. I gulp, hoping that this man wouldn’t be as possessive as Alpha Mason. If he does… I need to run away from him too, for the sake of my baby.
I don’t care if this stranger is my second chance mate. My baby is my number one priority.
“Do you lie too? Because your arousal hormone is really strong…”
‘I am not lying!’ I can’t help not to shout. This is embarrassing. My arousal hormones are stronger because I am pregnant. I am hormonal, not a liar!
He looks at me with a blank face. Out of the blue, one corner of his lips tugs upward. He scoffs into a peal of small laughter.
“You act young too,” he says, “Are you sure you are not fifteen?”
‘No, I am not,’ I mind link, ‘I am twenty-five.’
He purses his lips. “OK. I’m fifteen, by the way.”
It’s my turn to look at him with a blank face. My mouth drops.
Him? Fifteen? My eyes travel his body from head to toe again. How can a fifteen-year-old look like… a Greek God?
Out of the blue, he bursts into laughter. One of his hands holds his wound. “Oh, Goddess… it hurts when I laugh.” But he doesn’t stop laughing.
Is he crazy? Am I mated to a crazy person, now?
His laughter becomes even louder.
It only occurs to me I have been mind-linking all of my thoughts to him. That is why he is laughing!
Still, isn’t this an exaggerated response to my reaction? The man’s eyes are in tears from too much laughter… I know I can be funny, but not this funny. Most people would even say I have a low sense of humor.
But… his laughing face looks handsome. He looks really relaxed. His prominent jaws are showing, his lips spread divinely on his face. His adam’s apple wobbles deliciously… And his green eyes seem to drown me…
I curse myself for being in a daze and losing precious running time. It is too late now. The wolves have arrived at the clearing. They stop a few trees before the tree the man is sitting on.
Shit! s**t!
Alpha Mason’s eyes look straight at me. He growls to show his authority and his unpleasantness.
I fight my instinct to look down and submit. Instead, I growl at the three wolves. But my feet keep on stepping backward. Panic runs through me. I have run so hard and have gotten this far… only to be caught and dragged to the pack again? My stomach churns wildly. I know my baby feels my fear too.
In the midst of my panic, I catch the man’s eyes. He gestures silently to his wound. Then suddenly, I feel an invisible kick in our mate bond. I immediately know what he means. He wants me to heal him through the mate bond. Somehow, he finds out that I am a healer.
“We can do this the easy way,” Alpha Mason says, “Or the hard way, Mars.” He takes one powerful step forward as I take one shaky step backward.
As Alpha Mason inches closer to where the man is sitting limply, he sniffs the air several times. He freezes for a few seconds before finally growling even viciously. This time, he growls at the man.
“What a coincidence,” Alpha Mason sneers in a low tone, “But she is mine.” He bares his teeth to the dying man.
Quietly, I reach down to the bond and I send him some of my magic. I weave some of the magic strands and in my mind; I wrap him with an invisible white blanket. I have never done this with anyone, not even with my previous mate. Without the bond, I wouldn’t be able to send my magic to him without touching his skin.
I hope this works.
“She is mine,” the man says. I am surprised by how authoritative his voice is. He even sounds like he is more superior to Alpha Mason. But that couldn’t be, right?
Who is this man?
He grunts as he stands up. Just like I thought, he is very tall. Maybe six feet. Or maybe taller.
His hand is still putting pressure on his wound, but seeing him already standing means that my healing power has helped him. It works!
Soon, he lets go of his shoulder. The wound has stopped bleeding and I can see his chest slowly regenerating the flesh and skin. He turns to Alpha Mason.
Baring his canines despite still being in his human form, he snarls, “You don’t want to mess with me, werewolves.”
Surprisingly, the wolves back down. Even Alpha Mason takes a few steps backward.
Who is he??
“I am The Lycan King, Lyall Nightwind,” his voice booms to the entire forest, spreading his superiority to every animal breathing in the forest. I get chills from hearing his deep, authoritative voice. Somehow, I feel dizzy. “Touch me and there will be war.”
I can see Alpha Mason backing down. So do the other two wolves. Everyone knows how powerful a Lycan can be. They say one Lycan warrior can take down three werewolves. And this is the infamous Lycan King!
Alpha Mason looks at me for a sliver of a second. “This is not the end of us,” he says before finally turning and running in the opposite direction. The other wolves follow him.
As soon as I see their fury bodies getting smaller with distance, I let out the breath I was holding.
Good. Good…
I try to settle my breath. There is no reason to panic anymore.
But suddenly my vision blurs and my balance sways. The last thing I see is the man… my mate… catching me. “Whoa,” he whispers. “I got you now. You’re safe.”
The exhaustion is taking a toll on me. With my pregnancy and the constant running, and then use my power to heal the man, my body cannot keep up anymore. My eyes grow heavy.
In this stranger’s arms, I feel safe. I breathe in his musk and earthy scent. There’s a tinge of iron scent in the air because of his blood, but it does not degrade how amazing his scent smells to me.
“You’re mine now.” His last whisper worries me.
He is the Lycan King. What if he is even worse than Alpha Mason, especially with the mate bond? The mate bond will make anyone become more possessive of the other…
Will my baby be safe?
Wait… the Lycan King is fifteen? How does that make sense?
‘Shhh,’ he mind-links to me, ‘Rest now, werewolf girl.’
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