His beloved witch

Chapter 4: Witch season is open

-Andre-

“You better give me good news,” I told Derrick. The head of my security.

“I apologize, your Highness. It is like she vanished in thin air…”

I punched a wall in the alley, I had to release some anger or my Lycan would have taken over to chase my mate after breaking his neck.

My mate… f**k! My mate is a witch! And I could not hold her even once. She ran away before I could grab her. What did I do to scare her away? I smelled her arousal. She wanted me. What in the hell happened?

“I know she did… why did you not close the damn Club? Lock everyone inside. Someone might have information about her. Interrogate them all!”

Females usually move in groups... she must have come with a group of friends, or did she come with a guy? Oh, hell will break loose if there is someone else in her life. I will kill him. She is mine!

"I am sorry, Your Highness. The owners are stubborn… They do not want to cooperate. They do not even accept money.”

I do not want to hear any explanation. I want to find her!

“Make them!” My control is very close to breaking. I am shaking in anger.

I have never dreamed of a mate. I was not prepared to feel this way towards anyone in my entire life. And I am not willing to let go of that feeling.

"Your Highness… This is neutral territory." Derrick tried to explain.

Shit! I came in disguise. Besides, I cannot use my power or my title here. The rules are different.

My heart is sinking… What am I going to do?

I can feel my Lycan fighting to get out and search for her himself. Maybe that is the answer, looking for her personally while the track is fresh.

"Ask around. Someone should know the long hair witch."

I know there were more witches in the damn Club but still!

"Offer a reward. Whatever it takes.” Money can make miracles. I am sure she did not come alone, I will get something.

A group of my guards will stay here, and the rest will follow me. If she wants to run again, I will have the guards around her. Once I get to hold her, the mate bond will kick in, and she… s**t!

Would the mate bond work on a witch? I have heard that humans do not feel it. The werewolves with a human mate must earn the affection of the human… like a dog… how unworthy. f**k! What if that happens to me?

Moon Goddess granting humans as mates to werewolves is rare. Her assigning fated mates to Lycans is even more unusual. However, I hit the jackpot in the lottery... I got a witch. I have never heard of such mating before.

Yes, some Lycans take witches or fairies, even werewolves willing to chose them. But fated mates... This is the first case.

My chest grumbled, and I released my Lycan. He wanted to break free for a while to track her heavenly scent.

My transformation is not painful, although it sounds like it. My bones cracked while breaking and reassembling themselves into my Lycan. The sound can scare anyone, but the looks of a Lycan can scare anyone. And I am even scarier because I am a royal Lycan.

The beast inside of me is glad to be out. Her scent ends where I am standing. How could she do that?

I guess my match would only be someone outstanding like her.

 Because she is something out of this world.

The silver hair female was dancing alone in the middle of the crowd. Her face was covered by a mask, with her eyes closed. All I could see in the ocean of faces and bodies of that Club was her.

Her scent evokes more than an emotion inside of me. She smelled like a whole field of jasmine and the air before the rain. It is sweet and sad, hopeful still heartbreaking... And all I want to do is roll on that field of jasmine, losing myself in the feeling before the rain fell on both of us.

I had tracked the scent from the coffee place where Leonard Walls was arguing with another female. I noticed that the aroma I was tracking was not going west. It was going south. Any other would have followed the decoy, but I am not just anyone. No other Lycan can compare with me in size, neither strength nor skill.

The moment I stepped foot in Saint Isabella, my Lycan became restless. I did not understand the reason, so I did not pay much attention to it. Considering the day of my coronation is close, I assumed it was that. f**k! I wish I paid more attention. I would have been prepared to catch her.

She was graceful and so different from others. Her sweat was glowing on her tan skin, making her look sexier and driving the animal inside of me insane.

Her frame was petite compared with mine. She looked so young and fragile despite the intensity of her movement. She was dancing, swaying at the cadence of the music... as in a trance.

What was she thinking before she saw me? Was she enjoying the music that much?

I walked around the streets, tracking her scent in my Lycan form, scaring those around. The guards kept them away from me. Lycans are dangerous, and right now, I am on edge. No one else but her can be near me.

My Lycan was growing impatient, even with me. And the pain and the anxiety in my chest began to grow, eating me alive.

Guilt…

The beast made me feel I deserved this punishment. I hesitated about taking her as my mate for a moment. A f*****g moment that I will regret for the rest of my life if I do not find her soon.

When the female with long silver hair noticed me staring at her, her amber eyes froze me in place. I realized then… I was facing a witch. And instead of launching myself on her to embrace her and claim that she was mine… I stopped in my tracks. She smiled at me, and I f*****g stopped!

My head got in the way… Is this real? She is a witch... what if this is just a spell or incantation? But how? No one knew I was coming today, not even me! And if this is true… How do I explain in my Kingdom that my mate is a witch? That their future Queen is a witch… That was happening in my head.

She tilted her head, probably confused by my stupid move. She was aroused. Perhaps the mate bond was acting already in my favor... but I stopped!

Then, instead of approaching me, taking that step to me, she turned around and ran, getting lost between the people in the Club.

I was left stunned. I could find the scent I was looking for at the back door of the Club. The emergency exit.

I spent hours walking around in the town until dawn. My Lycan howled in pain, missing the one that is ours. I was so loud that even the patrol from the city town came. My guards took care of the situation, yet I was required to shift back.

Although I do not have her name or her face… I will not give up. There must be a way to find her. I will leave my Lycans in this town to comb every corner if they must. Besides, Leonard Walls lives in this town… He can help me to find my witch.

After I find her… Damn. I have no idea how things will be, but I know that I need her. I will manage the rest later. I am the new King of Lycans, and I never lose. Especially if I have time to plan accordingly.

My beast was pleased with my resolution. I will retreat for now, but I will come back. I could sense the malice in my own aura. I will enjoy the search despite all. I am a predator, and my prey will be the best reward of my life.

"Get the guards ready, Derrick," I ordered the Lycan under my command. “Witch’s season is officially open.”