The Lone Wolf's Lycan Princess

Dream

Erin POV

Panic washed over me, causing my chest to tighten, as I found myself trapped in a vivid, yet terrifying dream. The scene before me felt eerily realistic, every detail etched into my mind. As I glanced around the room, my eyes locked onto Alexia lying in the bed next to mine, her presence both comforting and unsettling.

Suddenly, the door to our room crashed open, the sound reverberating through the air, shattering the silence. The piercing yellow eyes of two menacing men filled my vision, sending shivers down my spine. The stench of blood filled the room, clinging to the white shirts they wore, now stained crimson.

One of the men swiftly seized my sister, her terrified scream echoing in my ears, as he forcefully slammed her onto the bed. The other man advanced towards me with astonishing speed, his presence overwhelming. Before I could even react, he pinned me down, his grip like a vice, as I let out a piercing scream.

Desperation consumed me, and I cried out for help, my voice trembling with fear. "Mom, Dad!" I pleaded, but the man only laughed, his cruel amusement cutting through the air.

"No one's coming, they're all dead," he taunted, his words filling me with a sense of impending doom.

A wave of dread washed over me, saturating my entire being. The spoke about how they only sought someone with a special ability. "Test both of them," thr man holding me commanded, his voice dripping with malice. I screamed once more, but his large hand swiftly covered my mouth, silencing me against my will.

As I watched in horror, he cruelly suggested, "Why don't you watch your sister first, one at a time?" The weight of his words pressed upon me, forcing me to witness the impending torment that awaited her.

The man with my sister forcefully ripped her shirt off, causing me to sob silently. The sound of my cries was stifled under the hand over my mouth as the man holding my sister retrieved a knife from his back pocket. As soon as it touched her, she let out a piercing scream that echoed in my ears. The sharp pain she felt seemed to seep into my own body, making me wince. I desperately tried to break free from the man's grip, my screams of protest muffled by his hand. Helplessly, I watched as the blade pierced her chest multiple times. The stench of fear and blood filled the air, assaulting my nostrils.

The man holding me laughed, his sinister chuckle echoing in the dimly lit room. As he moved his hand against my body, I could feel the revulsion creeping up inside me, making my stomach churn.

"Must be this one," he said, his voice dripping with malice. Still gripping me tightly, he leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Your turn, princess," he whispered.

I watched in horror as the man who had been with my sister let her limp body fall. He approached me, his steps heavy with anticipation. "Hold her," the man holding me ordered, his grip on my hands becoming painfully tight.

In an instant, my top was ripped off, the sound of tearing fabric slicing through the air. The room grew colder as my nakedness exposed me to the chilling draft. I cried out, my screams filling the room, only to be drowned out by the man's cruel words.

"You may only be sixteen, but your lycan is awake," he sneered. "If you truly are the right one, I'll be testing that power of yours by claiming you as mine." His words sent a wave of dread crashing over me.

Amidst the chaos, a familiar voice pierced through the darkness. "Erin, let me in," River's voice echoed in my mind, offering a glimmer of hope. But this dream felt all too real. It was disorienting, as if I were trapped between two worlds.

"Focus on me, let our minds connect," River's voice pleaded, but the dream refused to release its grip on me. I could feel the sharp sting of a knife plunging into my body, the pain overwhelming and unfamiliar.

"It's her," the man declared triumphantly, his grip tightening around my neck. His hand moved with a sickening familiarity, violating me in the most intimate way. A growl escaped my lips as my lycan stirred within me.

Suddenly, the windows shattered, shards of glass raining down around us. The force of the impact sent the man hurtling backwards. "We have to leave!" the other man yelled, urgency lacing his voice.

As the darkness consumed everything, my sister's voice enveloped me, gasping for air and pleading for my survival. She spoke of silver, assuring me it wouldn't harm me. But why hadn't she told me before? Did she know what we were?

In the depths of my dream, a surge of warmth washed over me, providing a fleeting comfort. River's voice broke through the cacophony, promising safety and solace. "I have you, Erin. You will never be anyone's but mine," he proclaimed, his words a lifeline in the darkness.

"Breathe for me, Erin. Take deep breaths. You are in my arms, and I'm never letting go," River's voice soothed, intertwining with my sister's fading voice and the haunting echoes of the man who had attacked us. His menacing words repeated on an endless loop, haunting my subconscious.

"Focus on my voice, only my voice, Erin. Wake up for me. You are safe," River's voice flooded my mind, desperately urging me to break free from the clutches of this relentless nightmare.

Finally, I forced my eyes open, the dim light of the room seeping in through the curtains. I shifted slightly, my body pressed against River's warm, bare chest.

As I became aware of my own nudity I tensed up. "You're awake," he spoke softly, his voice a calming melody amidst the chaos in my mind. Tears welled up in my eyes, my entire body trembling with the weight of my emotions. I buried my face even deeper into his chest, seeking solace.

The sound of my muffled sobs filled the room, echoing in my ears. I had to regain control over myself. "I'm sorry," I managed to whisper through the tears, apologizing for burdening him with my pain.

"Don't apologize, don't you dare ever apologize for what others did to you, Erin," he reassured me, his voice filled with genuine compassion. "Cry as much as you want. You can even hit me or scream into a pillow. I want you to let it all out. Be angry. Let yourself experience the emotions you should, for we have to face what broke us in order to piece ourselves back together. Both you and I have parts of our pasts we must confront, but we will do so together," he said, his hand gently caressing my back.

As his touch grazed my skin, a flicker of a dream resurfaced in my mind, causing me to recoil. River, understanding my need for space, didn't attempt to touch me again. Instead, he moved slightly away. "I won't touch you until you're ready. Even though we are mates, Erin, I will never go against your will," he promised, his words filled with sincerity. "Your dream, it was a memory, wasn't it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, my throat constricted with the weight of the memories. "As mates, you can share that memory with me. You just have to focus on me and allow your mind to share it. Are you comfortable doing that? I'm not trying to invade your privacy, but the more I know, the more I can help you," he explained.

I hesitated, unsure of the consequences. "If I do, you may get upset," I stammered, my voice filled with fear. River took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

"I am sure witnessing what happened will piss me off to no ends, yet you have my word I'll stay calm," he admitted.

"Okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I closed my eyes, shutting out the world around me, and focused solely on him. River fell silent, allowing the memories to flow between us. A low growl escaped his lips after several minutes, a testament to the anger boiling within him, but he didn't snap or lose control. And then, finally, he spoke again, breaking the silence that enveloped us.

"Erin, can I touch you again?" he asked, his voice filled with both caution and longing.

"Yes," I said. I noticed the trembling in his hand. As he pulled me closer, the bedsheets rustled beneath us, the fabric cool against my skin. The sound of my racing heartbeat echoed in my ears, drowning out the silence of the room.

His lips met mine, their softness sending a wave of warmth through me. It was as if he was trying to leave an imprint of himself on me even more. As the kiss ended, his lips trailed down my chest.

"Why am I naked?" I finally gathered the courage to ask, my voice barely a whisper. His hand continued trembling slightly as it held my side.

"Skin-on-skin contact is good for mates when they are upset. I was calming you when you were sleeping," he reassured me.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Because I have you," he replied. I could sense the anger simmering beneath the surface, his muscles tense and ready to protect me.

"They didn't have s*x with me," I confessed.

"No," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Thank the goddess they didn't, but they still touched you where only I can." His grip tightened slightly, his fingers digging into my side. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, a mix of anger and possessiveness.

"He touched you, wants to claim you. I'll rip his head off, feed his remains to those who follow him. He's a sick bastard," he growled.

I began to tremble. "Sorry, Erin. I promised to stay calm. But this is me keeping my cool. They'll pay for hurting you. He's taken enough from me. He can't have you," River snarled.

"You know who the man is," I asked.

"I do," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and anger. "Your drawing had some similarities, but seeing him in your memory confirmed it. It was no lycan who came after you. It was my younger half-brother, the Alpha of the pack I was outcast from."

"I thought the attacker was dead," I spoke, my voice filled with disbelief. "The other wolf may be, but I know for a fact my brother lives. Although I am no longer a part of the pack, we are the same bloodline, I will feel his death," he explained.

River took a moment, his eyes scanning train cabin. The soft hum of the engine filled the air, mingling with the distant rumble of wheels against tracks.

"The pack I was born into, Erin," River's voice resonated, his words heavy with emotion. "It was a brutal pack, known for its hunger for power. We destroyed weaker packs, showing no mercy. We only helped others when it served our own interests."

"It makes sense for them to want you, for my brother to desire you. That sick f**k wants you because of what you can do, but he will never have you," he growled.

His growl reverberated through the air, a primal sound filled with anger and frustration. The tension in the cabin was palpable, like a storm brewing on the horizon. I understood his anger, knowing that it was justified.

"You're the only one, River," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the rattling train. "I won't let anyone have me except for you." My words carried a determination born out of love and a newfound strength. I was ready to fight for myself, to protect what was mine.

"River," I breathed, reaching out to take his hand and move it down my body. "I want you right now," I confessed, the intensity of my desire etched in my voice.

His breath tickled my ear as he responded, his words laced with a mixture of longing and reassurance. "You can have me whenever you want, little mate."

In that moment, the world outside the train ceased to exist. The sights and sounds faded away, replaced by the sensation of his touch. The train became our sanctuary, a place where our fears dissolved as we lost ourselves in each other.