The Lycan Kings monster

Chapter Five

Rayna P.O.V

I make it back to the castle as I cross the threshold. The loud music instantly assaults my ears, causing a smile to pull at my lips. After all the fun I have had this morning, I could do with a drink.

Making my way through the dimly lit hallways, I come to the large dark wooden door that leads to the large ballroom. I notice the bass from the music, causing the doors to shake and excitement fills me as I throw them open, ready to shake my a*s and drown my dead soul full of liquor.

“Hey, Rayna, do you want whisky or vodka?” Ella, a vamp girl, asks me I had saved her around forty years ago from hunters. She was newly turned and had not yet learned control since then we have become remarkably close.

“I will take whisky this time, babe, and is Dede back yet?” I ask, loving the cute nickname I had for my best friend, the king. Of course, I am the only one who could ever get away with calling him that anyone else would be quickly decapitated.

“Yeah, he's adding to his tattoo collection in the back” My smile only gets bigger hearing that. Maybe I will add a new tattoo to my own extensive collection.

I already have one leg sleeve and a full arm tattoo with my whole back, also covered in beautiful black, ink. There is just something so relaxing about being stabbed with needles.

Pushing my way through the sweaty vamps grinding on each other, I finally spot Dede in the back, getting his hand tattooed.

“Finally decided to grow a pair and get it done then?” I taunt him a laugh escaping me as he glares at me with no trace of humour to be found on his face his glares would have any normal supernatural shitting their self but not me. I have known him too long and we are far too close for me to ever fear the man giving me his famous glare it may also be the fact I could easily kick his a*s and he knows this.

“Oh, stop pouting, it doesn't suit you” I say as I take a seat in the opposite tattoo chair. This causes him to raise an eyebrow at me.

“Another one already Ray ray? Someone has an addiction” This only causes me to roll my eyes.

“What can I say? There is just something about the pain I seem to enjoy.”

“Have I ever told you how grateful I am that we are friends and not enemies because you scare me woman.”

“I love you too Dede” I say as I get comfortable enjoying the feeling of the needles as they pierce my skin, forcing the ink to stain my flesh.

Three hours later and my stomach tattoo is complete. It consists of a demon woman’s face with large horns and is shaded to perfection as it covers my whole stomach.

“Wow Ray that is hot” Mick Damien’s assistant says.

“Thanks Mick what are you doing out here you’re not normally the party type” I ask while pulling down my black shirt.

“Actually, I’m looking for the king. I had the beta of the royal Lycan pack on the phone, and I need to speak with him immediately.” This catches my interest as we were at that pack just this morning.

“What did they want?” I ask, but knowing the chances of him giving me that information is very slim. Oh yes, Mick, here is one for following the rules, meaning if you do not have an exalted position in this clan, then you get none of the valuable information. Even though I am best friends with the king, and everyone here knows this it still doesn’t mean I get to hear the good stuff unless the king himself allows it, but I always get it from the king himself even if it means beating him for it, I like to be kept in the know these are my people after all.

“You know I can not give that information out Rayna unless ordered to do so.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know I will get it out of Dede later.” I say before walking off with my now empty bottle of whisky.

I make my way to the middle of the room and begin swaying my hips to the music. The skin on my stomach is sore from my new ink.

It gets so hot in here that I remove my shirt, leaving me in just my black, lacy b*a, and skin-tight leather trousers.

Hands grab my waist, causing me to turn around only to relax when my eyes meet the blood red pools of Dede as we grind to Jeremih song birthday s*x.

In the corner of my eye, I notice some of the vamp recording us. They always love it when we dance together, apparently, we really sell the hot couple vibe.

I let my fingers slide into Dede’s messy dark blonde hair as I jump up his hands making quick work of holding me up by my a*s as one of his hands slides up to my back holding me securely as he tilts me backwards.

Flicking his tongue out, he slowly traces it over my new tattoo all the way to my breasts before bringing me back up and to my feet. I know what it looks like, but we have never slept together. We just get dirty when we are both drunk and dancing together. We are just so close and are comfortable with ourselves around each other, nothing else to it.

After dancing to a few more songs, I decided to call it a night before I passed out where I stood. I exit the hall and make my way up the stairs and into the royal wing, which consists of six bedrooms, but only me and Dede have our rooms in this wing.

Thinking of Dede, it reminds me of the time we had met. I was five and lived in the village close to the castle. Dede was seven at the time we used to play together regularly. With my father being a vampire and my mother being a witch, we could only trust the vampire community to keep us safe.

The witches turned on my mother, vowing they would do everything in their power to have me locked away in the supernatural mental institute. It is said to be an awful place run by a family of witches. It has been passed down for generations locking up the criminally insane from our society. It is supposed to hold the worst kinds of people from packs, clans, and covens.

When I was fifteen, these people raided our village, searching for me slaughtering everyone in their way, including my mother and father. The trauma of witnessing their deaths triggered my powers to come early, resulting in their demise. I killed every last one of them who caused harm to my village that night.

By the time I was done, I was covered from head to toe in blood, and that is how Dede and his father found me they took me in, and I have lived at the castle ever since. I would always wonder off for a few years when travelling, causing some trouble, then would come back. Dede’s father retired a few years ago even though vampires live forever. He had ruled for nine hundred years and wanted a change. He now travels the world with his beloved Anna, who acted like a second mother to me.

As I slip into my king-sized bed, reminiscing about my long life with Dede, I am grateful for everything he and his family have done for me with a smile on my face. I feel myself slip into the darkness of sleep.