His beloved witch

Chapter 14: Too dangerous

-Blanche-

"My what…?” I shrieked.

I looked at my captor, astonished.

“Mate.” Andre almost purred those words in my ear. His hot breath was minty and enticing, making me shiver.

The green eye Lycan was very handsome and tall. He had a firm square jaw, smooth skin aftershave, and tempting lips that parted lightly. His dark brown hair was cut short to the sides and styled a little long on the top, long enough to run my fingers thru it and pull a lock of hair if I could only free my hands that far.

"In case you have not noticed...” I tried to push away from his chest. "I am a witch, and you are a Lycan." His steely arms kept me, prisoner, against his hard chest.

Mr. Hottie did not let go of me, despite my attempts to free myself. Instead, he only tightened his hold on me while the voices increased around us.

"Blanche..." His voice was deeper when pronouncing my name. “Believe me, I am yours, and you are mine.” Oh, my Goddess! The confidence in his voice! However, that was nothing compared with the determination in his eyes mixed with lust… and something else I cannot believe in a stranger.

“How do you know my name?” I was trying to remember where I have met him before. There was something familiar about him.

Emerald-green eyes, so deep, with dark, bushy eyebrows… His eyes. Where have I seen them?

Is he a one-night stand from the past? No, I doubt so… I have not had one in a couple of years, and I would remember a male like him despite the time. Someone this handsome… with this kind of sexiness is hard to forget.

"I have been looking for you." Mr. Hottie leaned into me. He was dangerously close to my lips. “And it seems I have arrived just in time.” His eyes flickered red. What is he talking about?

I was going to complain, but his hand moved, and his naughty thumb caressed the exposed skin of my back, igniting a sinful desire. s**t!

My body betrayed me, reacting to his soft touch. This must be the price I am paying for the abstinence… The softest caress from a handsome male, and I am melting.

Mr. Hottie sniffed the air around me while a big smile spread on his face. He sensed my excitement, and that only encouraged him.

“There will be more time to talk about that…” His voice was husky, and I sensed him aroused while his Lycan flickered in his eyes.

Fuck! I am in a big problem if his Lycan believes in what Andre is saying.

“Look, I…” Unfortunately, I could not complain because his soft palm on my back moved higher on my back, and I flushed. I felt tingles from where he touched me!

“We have company.” He whispered in my ear before I heard the voice of Elias.

“Let her go!” Elias screamed from somewhere outside the people around us and tried to push past them.

For Mother Nature! Those guys around us are also Lycans! I was so focused on Mr. Hottie, looking at his eyes, feeling his hard body against mine, that I forgot everything around us.

Come on! Who can blame me? This Lycan is a young male, with a gorgeous body glued to my hungry one!

“Please, do not disturb our King. He is talking with Miss Lebrun now,” A soft female voice explained to Elias. I do not think it is a good explanation for throwing him so far away.

I looked at Andre, and he looked at me with a pearly white smile. Perfect teeth, perfect smile. Damn, he deserved to be called Mr. Hottie for sure.

“She is Adela…” He clarified for me. I do not need explanations about females around him. “My Royal Assistant.” Royal Assistant? s**t! Andre Carvalho, the King of Lycans!

I moved uncomfortably in his arms. This is getting ridiculous. I do not care if he is a King or not... no one messes with Blanche Lebrun! If I could only…

“Are you ever letting go, Lycan?” I asked him, irritated, disregarding his title.

He moved his head negatively with a grin.

“Never, Blanche.”

“Be serious!” I complained, feeling more and more annoyed.

“I am… I promise you; I will never let you go.”

I laughed at the joke, but Andre was dead serious when he said it.

Damn! Why does he look hurt at my laugh? And why do I care if he is hurt or not, Goddess? However, Mr. Hottie was not letting go any time soon, despite the sad look in his eyes.

“I do not understand what is going on…Your Highness…” It costed me to call him that. I do not even say that to Stefan, and I respect him. But this situation requires me to be smarter, place some distance somehow since physically I could not.

The title did not settle well on him. At least the smirk on his face disappeared.

"Andre!” That was the voice of Stefan. He can help clarify this misunderstanding. “Adela. Please, I need to pass.” The group that was around us allowed the Alpha King in, but no one else besides him. I could hear Elias complaining and talking with Adela.

“Could you explain why you are acting like this?” Stefan asked, yelling.

“It is the mating ceremony and party of my daughter! And you threw my Counsellor against a wall! You could have seriously harmed Elias if he were not trained. And you have claimed my guest, a witch!”

“Your counselor touched my mate! Blanche is mine!" Oh, there we go again. Andre's eyes flickered red, and he shook in anger. Elias touched me lightly, and I was going to… Never mind!

I heard Andre’s chest grumbled. He was getting angrier at the memory. f**k!

Lycans should not shift while in anger, or they will lose themselves in their beasts. I do not mind scandals or what others might think of me, but I want nothing of the sort at my friend’s mating party.

Stefan’s aura as Alpha King raised at the threat a crazy Lycan would represent to his family in this place.

My heartbeat increased at the thought forming in my head, but since the growls from the Lycan did not reduce, Stefan stood in battle position. Damn territorial males!

I had the impulse to hug Andre instead of keeping pushing him away. I patted his back, trying to soothe him somehow and it worked.

Andre relaxed in my embrace, surprising me, and I heard how his heart suddenly jumped as I buried my face on his chest. His chin rested on top of my head, and he took in the scent of my hair. I sensed him almost purring like a kitten.

“Blanche is my mate. Believe it or not, she is mine.” I cannot believe this. “Your warlock is lucky I did not rip off his arm for touching her.”

Stefan looked at me, asking for an answer. Andre surprised me, too. So, I just shrunk my shoulders.

“I think we should have this conversation in my office.”

Andre nodded. The group of guards around us served as a wall from curious eyes as we moved inside the palace to where Stefan’s office was.

I thought Andre was going to let me walk alone, but I was wrong; he grabbed both of my wrists with his other big hand to stop me from pushing him while he kept an arm around my waist, pulling me with him.

I glared at him again, frowning.

Andre found my frowning amusing by the smile on his face, vexing me even more.

“I am walking to the same destination. Why do you not free me?” I asked him.

“You will hurt her if you keep holding her like that," Stefan said on my behalf.

I should be glad to have a defender, but I was annoyed. I wanted to deal with this situation alone. Stefan will be asked to go for the father-daughter dance any time soon and I do not want Clara to miss the chance.

“I would never hurt you, Blanche.” There was so much tenderness in Andre’s voice when he said it that I almost believe it. “But I cannot let you go now that I found you.”

“I do not understand… Why?”

"Several reasons, I am afraid," Andre told me as we walked. "First, you might escape. You ran away from me the first time I saw you in that club at Saint Isabela."

The Blue Wings club! I felt my eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

I remembered him. Of course, it was him!

I dreamed with his eyes two nights in a row after that… Nothing happened between us that day. I just sensed danger from him, and I was right. Andre Carvalho is by far the most dangerous male I have ever encountered.

“Second, the beast inside of me is very jealous now…”

“Why jealous?”

“You agreed to be or do something with that warlock. I do not like it, but just imagine how my Lycan feels about it." He has tensed again.

“Agree…? Oh! I agreed to be friends with Elias. Nothing more.” I sensed him relax a little more.

“Still, I do not like it.” He grimaced.

For Mother Nature! Stupid possessive Lycan! I wanted to yell at him that I can be friends with whoever the hell I want! But I was in no position to do it, yet.

Andre has all the symptoms I have seen on werewolves when they find their fated mates, but how can I be his mate? We are not of the same species! And witches do not have soulmates! We just do not!

“If I promise to stay for this conversation…,” I did not promise I would not try to run away after it. “Would you release me?”

“I am sorry, it is still a no.” At least he had the decency to apologize. “The beast is under control and happy with you so close. I have not felt this way… ever.” We were almost at the door of Stefan. “I cannot lose you again, Blanche. I feel I could die if I do.”

Fuck me in the ass! The better line than I have ever heard!

I better keep that kind of curse for myself. He might take my words literally. The lust in his eyes makes me hungry, too. I am not made of stone.

Once inside Stefan’s office, Andre sat on an armchair and pulled me to sit on his lap while his arms circled me.

“Can I have my own chair?” I asked sarcastically. “I can hold your hand instead.” I offered.

"I am sorry. It is not good enough. My Lycan might lose control otherwise." I was not so sure to believe him. He looked perfectly like himself by now. I just narrowed my eyes and him, and he grinned again. The nerve he was!

Stefan cleared his throat, and we turned to face him. The Alpha King was sitting behind his desk.

“This whole situation is difficult to believe, Andre." Stefan heard our brief conversation from earlier.

"I know, but since it is Moon Goddess' wishes, I plan to comply."

“Do I not have a saying in this? That is not how it works for witches! I have a different goddess, in case you do not remember.”

“Maybe they agreed on something, and they granted you... to me. They made you for me.”

“I am older than you, young one. I am an over eighty-year-old witch!” Maybe that information can take away that grin from his face.

Andre pondered my words for a few seconds, and his smile faded away, and I regretted my wish. He looks better when smiling.

"Then, I was made for you." He keeps throwing those lines! He grinned, and again, his adventurous palm caressed my back softly. I stiffened because it tingles, and I do not want to feel that way for anyone, even less a foreign Lycan King.

Andre’s thumb made circles on my back, and I almost moaned in response. What the hell? s**t! I could not argue against it as I would have wanted it!

“Andre, according to the laws of my Kingdom. The female must confirm the mating bond to allow the male to take her to his pack. Blanche here has not confirmed a bond with you.”

The King of Lycans tilted his head to one side and then the other, thinking.

“Stefan, those laws apply to werewolves in your Kingdom. I am not a werewolf, neither is Blanche.”

“Exactly, I am a witch.” I have repeated myself over and over, and I will do it again until it sticks in his stubborn skull. “This must be a misunderstanding.”

“There is no misunderstanding.” His eyes flickered red, and his hold got tighter on me. I will have a bruise in the morning. “Mine.” He growled, whispered at my ear, arousing me.

I hate to admit it, but I like everything about him.

“Andre, Blanche is more than a guest to us. She is like family, and I extend my protection to her. If she does not acknowledge a bond with you, you must let her go.”

"I know there are no precedents for a mating like mine with Blanche. However, there was no precedent of matings between alphas and omegas either. Yet it happened to King Klaus I, and then again for you and your true mate, Silvia… Current Luna Queen. An omega."

“Silvia is a werewolf; the rank does not matter...”

"Neither the species when it is the wish of our Goddesses." I had to admit, Andre was so convinced that it softened my heart.

“Blanche, I am sure you feel something. Your body reacts to me. I feel it…” Damn dogs with a wonderful sense of smell. “Whatever that you feel does not compare with what I feel. I need you.” He stroked my cheek.

I looked straight into his green eyes. No male has ever looked at me the way he did.

I feel he is honest. Even my heart knew it… And what would he earn by lying about something like this? My poor cursed heart…? Even if he wants the heart of a witch, why me?

“Stefan…” Andre looked at him. “You more than anyone should support my claim.”

Stefan stiffened in his chair and glanced at me, but I still have no answer.

“Did you not fight an entire organization and went to any length just to have your mate back? How many are in jail now because they crossed you?” Andre prepared himself to answer anything to the Alpha King. “You have your rightful Luna Queen now. You should understand how I feel towards mine.”

Stefan’s eyes flickered black, then.

“Silvia would like to attend this meeting. Do you agree?” Stefan asked.

If there is someone who cares, and I appreciate, that is Silvia. So, I agreed.

“Stefan mind linked me. But I had to come to see you, Blanche." Silvia saw the position I was in with Andre and took her seat on Stefan's lap.

I rolled my eyes at them.

"Nice you meet you, King Andre… So, you think Blanche is your mate?" She asked excitedly. And I raised an eyebrow at her.

“I do not think, I am sure.”

My treacherous friend giggled.

“Blanche, give him a chance. What is there to lose? Look at him! I think he means it.”

I huffed at her. What is there to lose? Well… My heart? My soul? Myself?

“Look at him!” Silvia insisted, and I did.

I cannot fight him off me; Andre is a powerful Lycan. A King. I better use my brain to get out of this predicament. I can run later to the magical Kingdom or hide with my fairy friends somewhere.

"Give me a chance, Blanche," Andre said sweetly.

"We will leave you alone to talk," Silvia said with a mischievous smile on her face.

"It is time for the father-daughter dance now," Stefan added, and they hold hands to leave me with the Lycan King.

"Even if I am your mate… I am not what you need, Andre." I told him, caressing his face.

"Why do you say that?" His question brought pain to my heart. I dislike talking about my curse, but what to do? The truth will set me free.

“Kings need heirs… I cannot have children.” I confessed to him. I felt obliged to tell him so he can reject whatever the hell is this pull between us.

I lowered my head and tried to stand up from his lap. Try… because he did not let me go.

“I have developed a rejection potion for werewolves. I can personalize one for you…” Why am I even sad? His silence should not bother me. I barely know him. “You can reject me without any pain or discomfort.” I forced a smile on my face.

“No!” He growled and pulled an inch closer to his face. His lips were almost touching mine.

“I am telling you… I am more trouble than it's worth…” He needs to understand and leave me alone. “I am cursed. I did a despicable thing, and I am cursed…”

The door was abruptly opened, and Silvia walked in enraged.

“Oh, no! I was not going to say anything… but Blanche! Seriously! You do not even let him talk! You keep trashing yourself, pushing him away! I cannot let you do that to yourself!”

“Silvia!” I yelled. “What…?”

However, Silvia had a lot more to say.

"Andre, King of Lycans. My friend cannot give you children. However, she did not do a despicable thing. She is an amazing female and a great friend... Blanche had a hard life... You have no idea, and she might never tell you. Those who should have taken care of her failed her, but she healed. Blanche survived and even helped others to heal and grow. She is my protector and protector of my family…!”

Andre let go of me, and I stood up to hug my friend. See… at the end, the promise of a man means nothing. He let go of me.

“If you do not want Blanche, fine! She has me and so many more friends. But you should know you are losing a treasure. And you will regret it for the rest of your life! Losing someone like her must be a sin!”

“Silvia, do not worry.”

“You deserve to be loved and treasured, Blanche.” I just smiled at her. “You have suffered enough; you have cried enough.”

Ever since she saved me from drowning in my bathtub, Silvia has thought that the universe linked us and that she was responsible for me.

“I am fine!" I said because I am. This is just a stranger. He will reject me, and I will move on with my life. Besides, I have promised no males for a year. Next year, it will be better to find a new adventure.

I took a deep breath that filled my heart with courage. I needed it before I turned to face Andre to close this pathetic scene.

However, before I could turn to him, he was already close enough to grab me and pull me into a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that I have never experienced before. He was devouring me with his lips and even dared to pinch me! The Lycan wanted the entrance to my mouth only to introduce his hot tongue.

I did not expect this kind of thrill from a kiss… Damn male; it was like he was making love to my mouth.

I felt hot and wet just by his never-ending kiss while his hand pulled me closer to his body.

I knew it since the first time I saw him. Andre is way too dangerous for me.