The Werecat and the Werewolf

Queen of the Werecats

Lynx P.O.V

I stared into the eyes of my mate in shock. I felt paralyzed. Sure, he was handsome, around 6ft with sandy blond hair and baby blue eyes. Unlike my light brown skin, his was pure white. He got up from his chair slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt my breath pick up as he walked foward. But, before he could reach me my over protective sisters stepped in front of me. He stopped, frowning. "Mine" he growled. My sisters moved away in shock. I had found my mate. As he stepped in front of me, i felt something was wrong.... His scent! I realised, a little too late, was not one of a werecat.

My mate was a werewolf.

Lucas P.O.V

I stared at my mate as the realization hit me. She was a werecat. And due to her presence at the bar, i assumed she was part of the clan whose Royal Family i was about to kill. Oh, how great i thought darkly. My mate stared at me. I'm pretty sure she realised I'm werewolf AND im not from Australia. My accent gave it away. "You're from America, aren't you?" My asked. I nodded. Damn she was smart. "Is that a problem" i murmured, touch her arm lightly. Even just that sent sparks flying. "No" she answered, if slightly hesitantly "but im wondering why an American werewolf Alpha is in Australia. I doubt it's for a peace negotiation. Unless you're planning to sell a family member?" I couldn't help gawking at her. That was.... she was... too smart. I probably should of guessed that at first. While she was pretty, she had this cold, calculating aura around her. I moved my hand and cupped her cheek. In an instant, her entire face turned red. "I-i-i c-can't" she stammered. "Can't what?" I whispered leaning closer. She blushed again and turned her head. It was cute she thought she could resist me. "I can't be with you..." she mumbled "my clan wouldn't accept it..." I froze, not expecting this answer. Suddenly i came up with an idea "then come with me. Be my Luna" i said excitedly. This seemed to sadden her more. "I cant" she said again. This time I was frustrated. "Why can't you?" I snapped, feeling my anger rising. At that moment a young male werecat came running towards my mate. "Congratulation on finding your mate, my Queen!" He said, grinning. Wait.. What?! Queen?! Oh s**t! "W-what clan are you from" i mumbled hesitantly, praying it wasn't the one i thought it was. "The FangStone clan. Why?" She replied instantly.

Oh s**t! s**t! s**t! s**t! I thought frantically. This couldn't be happening. My mate couldn't be the queen of the werecat clan whose Rulers i was murdering. This was a disaster. I knew now this wasnt going to end well

I came here to kill my mate