The Lone Wolf's Lycan Princess

Voice

Erin POV

My voice, a soft melody that resonated through the room, overwhelmed me with a sense of liberation. It had been so long since I had heard my own voice, and now, I felt an indescribable happiness bubbling within me. Rolling over in bed, a rush of excitement coursed through my veins.

"Your smile is stunning," River's voice broke the silence, his fingers gently tracing patterns against my bare skin. Surprisingly, I found comfort in his touch, something I never thought I would feel while being completely exposed. But with him, it just felt right, it felt like home.

As I moved my hand to the spot where he had bitten me, a strange yet amazing sensation washed over me. It was as if I could feel his emotions, his love for me radiating through every fiber of my being. Love at first sight was something I had never believed in, but with River, I was proven wrong. I was already deeply in love with him, although I questioned whether I truly understood the concept of love. Regardless, I was certain that I wanted to be with River; he felt more than right, he felt perfect.

"We are his now, can't you feel it? Mate has marked us," a voice echoed in my mind, filling me with a sense of belonging. "Soon, we will be strong enough, and our mate will witness our true beauty."

"Are you my wolf?" I silently inquired, my voice now resonating in my mind once again.

"I am far more special, Erin. Mate already knows who we are. Don't worry, I can sense that he is not hiding it; he is simply waiting for us to be ready. And we are also very special. Our mate, he is strong, stronger than any other wolf. He is the perfect match for us," she replied.

"She's talking to you, isn't she, Erin?" River's smooth voice surrounded me as his hand continued to stroke my body, focusing on my chest. It felt incredibly pleasurable, and I couldn't help but enjoy the sensation.

"Everything our mate does feels good, especially when he fills us," the voice in my mind whispered. I could feel my face turning a deep shade of crimson. River chuckled.

"It must be quite the conversation you're having. I'll finish making food and give you some time," he said, helping me sit up. I nodded, grateful for his understanding.

"Can you try using your voice again?" he asked, his eyes filled with anticipation. Adjusting to the idea of speaking again after being silent for so long, I mustered a whisper, "Okay."

"It will get stronger, but I already love it," he replied, leaning in to kiss my lips before leaving the room. As he walked away, I noticed that he was already dressed, while I remained naked, feeling vulnerable yet strangely comfortable in my own skin.

"He likes us this way," the voice filled my mind, its words echoing softly. "Well, not in public, but he likes touching us. Mate needs it. He has lost too much, and touching us shows him we are close, we won’t leave him. Mate, he has been hurt just like us, but we can help him, like he is helping us," The voice explained.

"I won't leave him. Why would I when he is the first to treat me like a real person in so long?" I said, my voice resolute in my mind.

"We are wanted, you will soon learn that. We are wanted for who and what we are. Mate already worries about this; I can see it in his eyes. You just have to keep reminding him he is the one for us. For even with his mark, he needs to be reminded. He may act strong, but I can tell he is hurting," the voice spoke, its words gentle yet insistent. I acknowledged the words as I entered the bathroom, the cool tiles under my bare feet.

I noticed River had placed some of his clothing with a note in the bathroom already for me. He must have done so while I was sleeping. I picked up the shirt and brought it up to my nose, inhaling deeply. "His scent will always comfort us," the voice said softly, and I believed it. I slid the shirt over my head, feeling the familiar fabric against my skin. I put on the pair of leggings he must have grabbed from my bag, appreciating their softness.

I walked out of the room and into an assortment of smells that greeted me. The aroma of his cooking filled the air, making my stomach growl. I swore I was going to become fat with all the delicious food River was preparing for me. I followed the enticing scents into the kitchen, where River was busy stirring a pot of soup. The sound of the bubbling liquid filled the room.

He stopped and turned towards me, his eyes lighting up. "Almost done," he said, his voice warm and inviting.

"Work," I managed to whisper.

He smiled, a tender expression gracing his features. "I'm glad you are using that voice of yours. I will work a little later. For now, we need to talk," he said, his tone more serious. He then poured two bowls of the soup he had made and guided me to a nearby table. The file he had received in the city sat on the table, waiting for our attention. "A few things to go over," he said as we sat down.

"First, Erin, how are you feeling?" he asked gently, his voice filled with concern. "I want you to always be open with me, as I will be with you. You accepted my mark, and I don't think I can ever put into words how much that means to me. We are even more connected now, and for the first few weeks, we may also be more drawn to be physical with each other. That is very normal. But I also want to make sure I'm not hurting you," he explained.

I instinctively reached for my pocket, out of habit, to message an answer, but he gently interrupted my reflex. "Let's work on continuing to use that voice of yours," he reminded me, his voice encouraging.

"Sorry." I replied.

"Don't apologize," he reassured me, his tone understanding. "You are going to have to get used to it again, and I understand that," he said.

Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I finally spoke, "I feel okay, better than I have in a long time." I paused briefly before continuing, "A lot of it is thanks to you and how kind you have been with me. I'm sure I'm not easy." I finished, my gratitude evident in my voice.

"You are no trouble, and I'm happy you feel okay," he responded, his eyes scanning me over. The intensity of his gaze made me blush. "You're not sore," he then confirmed, his concern evident.

"A little, but it's okay," I admitted, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief at being honest with him.

"Thank you for telling me," he said, his gratitude sincere. He then urged me to take a bite of the soup he had prepared. I followed his instruction, but only took a small bite. He noticed "Is there a reason you don't eat much?" He asked.

Nodding, I replied, "I get sick to the stomach easily, and when I eat too much in one sitting, I throw up." I admitted this to him.

"Good to know. Well, this soup should be easy on your stomach, but I won't push you to eat more than you can handle. I just ask that you try and eat enough to be healthy," he said. As he spoke, he opened the file he had brought and pushed it closer to me. Inside, I saw a photo of what looked like an apartment building, along with some documents on a unit.

"The man who met us at the coffee shop is known for making arrangements such as living, identification, and more. That's not traceable. We will be moving into this building tomorrow for some time. It is out of town, so we will be traveling by train to a different city," he explained.

He then pulled out a card from the file, the sound of the paper rustling. "This is for you, Erin," he said, handing it to me.

"The pin is 2148. It is not directly linked to your name, so it is not traceable. But it has a decent amount of money on it," he explained.

As he spoke, I could feel a mix of confusion and concern washing over me. "Although I can handle finances for the most part, if anything causes us to get seperated for any frame of time, I want you to use this and secure a safe place over your head," he continued.

"Tomorrow, I will also have a new phone for you," he added. "Since I'm uncomfortable with you using one someone is harassing you on."

I really did not know what to say. Were we in some sort of trouble? It seemed like he was running, escaping from something or someone. "Don't worry," he reassured me, his voice soothing. "You are going to understand why we are doing all of this. I'm actually happy I made these arrangements as I did before even I knew the truth. But now they are necessary."

He paused briefly, the silence hanging heavy in the air. "Erin, at your appointment, I learned more about you," he finally spoke, the weight of his words sinking in. "I am going to tell you, and I need you to try and stay as calm as possible."

"I promise, when done, I will answer as much as I can for you," he continued, his words tinged with sincerity. "Although I'm going to be honest and say my knowledge is still very limited, so please bear with me. Trust that I will do everything I can to find answers I don't have for you."

"Ok," I said, taking another bite of the rich, savory soup he had prepared. As I savored the flavors, I could see a genuine smile spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Werewolves, like me, are not the only supernatural creatures that exist," he began, his voice low and captivating. "There are witches, vampires, and then there is a breed called Lycan. They are similar to werewolves in many ways but stronger, bigger, and they live longer."

"I had initially believed you were a werewolf, but you are not. You are a Lycan," he said, his voice tinged with surprise. As I stared at him, my eyes widened in shock. He continued, delving into a tale of a select council of Lycans who had ruthlessly killed my family. The peace we had with werewolves meant nothing to them. My sister and I had managed to survive, going into hiding. But even then, tragedy struck. A tracker found us, leading to the death of my adoptive family. Now, I am a threat to those who have taken control of my kind, he explained.

"Is that why the person messages me?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly, as I fought to maintain my composure.

"I'm not sure, but it's possible they know what you are," he replied.

"Even if I'm a Lycan, are you still my mate?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes, I am your mate," he affirmed, his voice filled with conviction. "From now on, we stick together. I will always be by your side, helping you navigate through all of this.”

Even with learning all of this, I wasn't as shocked as I anticipated. Just being with him kept me calm. "Are we going because of me? Are you in danger because of me?" I asked.

"Yes, we are going to keep you safe. Unfortunately, staying around humans is honestly the safest thing for you right now," he explained. "But what will be hard is your shift. It will be in an apartment, and for at least the beginning, it won't be safe to go to any areas to run. However, I will figure that out. My intention is to help you learn how to fight and defend yourself, although I don't ever want you in a situation where you have to fight."

"Erin, I know this is hard to ask, but do you recall anything from the night your adoptive family was attacked?" he asked.

"No, not much, just small clips of my sister," I replied.

"Can I get something?" I then asked.

"Of course," he said, and I got up. I stood still for a moment.

"What did you want to get?" he asked.

"My notebook," I responded.

"On my nightstand. I brought it in from my car. Don't worry, I did not read more," he assured me.

"It's okay if you do. I trust you," I said to him. His eyes lit up with gratitude.

"I'm happy you do, but it was wrong of me. Even the first time, I will only look at it when you ask me to," he promised. I nodded and went to retrieve it. As I held the worn notebook in my hands, I felt a mix of vulnerability and trust. I believed everything he told me because I knew he would not lie to me. I could feel it. And although I was scared, somehow, I knew I would be safe with him. But it was time I started opening up to him as well, and that started with showing him my notebook.