The Lost Lycan Kingdom

Chapter8 -All H*ll Will Break Loose

**TRIGGER WARNING! Talking of suicide***

***Martha’s POV***

~two weeks later~

As time has progressed, I’ve been behaving myself, sometimes even flirting with the devil. My lycan and I wanted to vomit, but sometimes a b*tch has to do what she has to do. I’ve waited long enough and never been so ready to fight. I knew that I had to wait to enact my plan. As I moved slowly, memories of my childhood began to flash through my mind. The song Warriors by Imagine Dragons played simultaneously as each agonizing memory began to flow through my mind.

“As a child, you would wait and watch from far away. But you always knew that you'd be the one that work while they all play.

In youth, you'd lay awake at night and scheme

Of all the things that you would change

But it was just a dream

Here we are; don't turn away now.

We are the warriors that built this town.”

The words “built this town” resounded in my head as I visualized my beautiful daughters. I seductively approached him, using the mate bond to my full advantage. Although using the mate bond or even acknowledging it made me want to vomit, I had to.

“Excuse me, Lucifer. Can we talk for a second?” I made sure to sound as innocent as possible while sensually dragging a finger down his neck to his chest. This gremlin had the audacity to purr like a kitten practically—ugh, men, I tell you!

“Maybe that’s proof that he really is a p*ssy.” My lycan mumbled to me. As much as I wanted to laugh, I knew it would give me away, so I temporarily put a block up. He followed me with an equal amount of stealth I was using on him. It was almost similar to how I moved. I would’ve given into the mate bond if it wasn’t for the sh*t he pulled on my second chance.

“Can I give you a massage? Because we’re mates, it’s only right since we’re mates. My mate deserves top-notch treatment; anything less should be considered disrespect!” I couldn’t help but grin when he laughed at what I said.

“I knew you would come around. It’s only a matter of time until I’ll have you carrying my mark on your supple skin. Simply thinking about marking you drives me almost feral. Imagine you and I ruling the underworld together. We’d be unstoppable, lycan demon hybrids! Nobody, and I mean nobody, can stop us.” This made me want to fight. I’ve very rarely craved blood, especially a specific person’s blood, but at this point, I’m willing to risk breaking my hand if it means I get to bust a motherf*cker’s face in. I was dying to tear him to shreds and reject him. But that wasn’t an option because he’d only shift his focus toward my daughters, and I’d be d*mned if I allowed any harm to come to them.

“If you’re serious about us being mates, why are you treating me like I’m your prisoner? Aren’t mates supposed to honor and love each other? Because, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve been doing the opposite. Ever since my second chance mate was brutally m*rdered, I’ve dreamt about finding someone that loves me for me. Whether we’re mates doesn’t matter; I just want to be happy.” My eyes started to well up with tears. I’ve been holding that in for years. It’s been eating at me slowly, practically leaving me a shell of my former self. Turning, I started heading for the exit, and his footsteps began following me.

“Don’t!” I shirked at him while abruptly turning around and jamming my finger into his chest. “ I don’t want to hear sh*t you have to say. We both know that it’ll only be a load of b*llsh*t and lies. I mean, you are the devil; lying is your native tongue. It’s probably the only thing you’re good at.” Instantly, a roar tore through the air like it was trying to rip through the sound barrier. F*ck, that roar wasn’t from me, which only meant one thing, sh*t wasn’t about to go as planned. Because how the actual f*ck did Ivan make it down here?!?

***Ivan’s POV***

They say desperate times call for desperate measures, and I was beyond the point of desperate. In these past two weeks, I’ve been a walking corpse, completely utterly dead inside. My mate is carrying the pup of someone that’s not me! The thought of that made me want to destroy anything and everything in my line of sight. But that wouldn’t solve sh*t, and I don’t know if that enraged me more than the current situation. Although, sometimes destroying sh*t helps release some rage.

~Flashback~

The only thing that flowed through my veins was raw fury. I was either sprinting or flying around, destroying everything in sight. I just wanted to tear everything apart. The desire to make my surroundings mimic my internal agony was something I’d never felt so intensely in all my years of life. The images of the woman I was going to take as my mate wrapped in the arms of another man are permanently engrained in my brain. It was like a tape on repeat, and I could do nothing to stop it. The only thing I wanted was for this pain to stop, and it would stop only if I were dead. Various ways of how I was going to end my suffering had my mind captivated. It was like a never-ending film consuming my brain. It’s hard to k*ll wyvern, but I was willing to do the unthinkable if it meant ending this emotional torture I was going through. All thoughts of ending my suffering left me the second this captivating smell invaded my nostrils. I swiftly landed behind bushes and trees to keep myself hidden. That’s when I saw the source of the intoxicating scent, my mate! I wanted to grab her and hold her in my arms, but my heart was partially stuck on my ex.