ETHAN
1106 Words
"Ethan! Ethan, please!!!" Lyra called out crying. Her hands were locked behind her, she was struggling to set herself from the shackles.
Right behind her were the beta, one held the chain while others stood around. "Filthy human! You think you will ever have a place in this pack?"
"Lyra!" I called out and ran after her. Most of the werewolves came at me, I threw a hard punch at one and he fell down to the ground. I dodged a kick from another and blocked a punch from my left side.
"Ethan, stay out of this! This is none of your concern," the beta said. I didn't listen, my wolf was furious, he had decided to tear anyone that would want to stop him from rescuing Lyra.
I jumped on the man standing in front of Lyra and knocked him down to the ground. I raised my face and the beta had his claw to Lyra's neck.
I held my punch on the air and slowly moved out from the guy I knocked down. I raised my two hands on the air.
"Please. I'm not fighting anymore, just let her go."
"You would have rejected Damien's offer. The Ravenwood pack cannot accept this abomination." Immediately three strong lycans jumped on me and pinned me to the ground.
"Ethan!"
I raised my head and saw the beta plunged his claws into Lyra's neck. Before my eyes th beta ripped out her throat.
"LYRA!!!"
I saw myself sitting up on my bed, panting like I was returning from a three hours marathon. My whole body was moist with sweat, goosebumps spread through my skins.
I looked around, it was my master bedroom and I was the only one there. No lycan, the beta wasn't here, neither was Lyra. My panting reduced to a mild incessant breathing, looking slowly at every position in the room.
The dream felf so real that I even thought it's reality, though am fully convinced it was a nightmare, I still felt the presence of what had happened around me. It was like it happened in my room.
I shut my eyes and recited in my mind that this was a dream and it didn't happen. My mind flashed to the time I reminded Lyra to keep her identity as a human a secret. I nodded.
As far as Lyra keeps her mouth shut. Everything will be fine.
I rushed to the pool and sat inside. I rested my head to the edge of the pool and gazed to the full moon. The fear and the anxiety subsided as I paid my attention to the feeling from the cool water.
"Sir..?"
The voice sounds familiar. I turned quickly, it was Lyra. I wasn't expecting her here, it was late. She froze the moment she saw my whole body, although the lower part was inside the water, she turned away quickly seeing that I was naked.
It wasn't an offence to me, besides she is engaged to me. If my female servants who bath me saw my nudes, what then is it for my mate to be.
"Why are you here?" I asked unconcerned.
Backing me, her hands were clenched and her face was down. "Forgive me. I'm sorry, I have to leave."
"Don't..!" I said with a commanding tone. I lowered my tone, "Stay where you are."
I looked at her from where she stood above me, she didn't move. She had a smooth straight leg, her feet was small with clean nails like a polished glass. She wore a slightly transparent dress that ends at her knee. Her skin was so smooth that I will have to get very close and squint my eyes to see a single strand of hair on it.
My eyes could see through the dress like it was a white curtain placed over a brightened room. The silhouette of her curves and her butt were clear to my eyes, I felt a surge of pleasure ran through me, waking up the sleeping man between my legs.
"Turn around."
"Sir... I can't see you like..."
"I said turn around. I am your mate, you are going to be my bride soon; so that shouldn't be a problem." I scoffed, "I can see you are thinking like a human. Have you forgotten that seeing ourselves isn't a thing in the lycan world?"
Lyra turned around slowly and I rose up from the water standing face to face with her. She looked away, my eyes were fixed on her face.
I walked out from the pool and held her chin softly. I caressed it, her skin was so soft and tender on my hard palm.
I turned her face towards me and our eyes locked at each other. "Are you afraid of me?" I asked. "Be honest."
Lyra shook her head while her ocean eyes were fixed at mine. "What are you afraid of?"
"Everything. I am afraid of life, I am afraid of your people. I am afraid of being human, I am afraid of my past coming to destroy my future. I am afraid of everything, except you."
"I am the leader of this pack, I should be the one you have to be afraid of, not them." I paused and looked down at her shoulder and moved my hand to the strap of her dress.
"I accepted you, it will take a lot for anyone in this pack or beyond to do anything to you." This was true to me, but from the nightmare my faith on my strength seemed doubting.
The urge to have her was burning in me. I pulled down the strap slowly and my eyes was fixed on her bare, firm, cupped breast. I held her chin and kissed her passionately, she didn't resist.
I pulled out and rest my temple on her forehead. She held my cheek and dug her tongue into mine. The kiss was more passionate than the one I gave. She wrapped her arms around my neck, I slid my palm from her shoulders to her waist and grabbed her butt.
I moved my hand down to the back of her thigh and lifted her up from the ground, she was so light on my hand.
She wrapped her legs around my waist. I pulled my face away, her face was above mine, just few centimeters away.
"Nobody will take you from me." I meant it as I said it firmly.
"I know," she responded and fed on my lips and my tongue, hungrily kissing me like her life depends on it as we went down to the pool.
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