The Divine Lycan

Chapter 16

Michael’s mind flashed back to his past, to the pack he had once belonged to, and the reason he had left. He remembered the bullying, the anger that had built up inside him until it had finally exploded. He had fought back, and in an instant, everything had changed. The wolves who had tormented him had fallen, dead at his feet, and Michael had fled, horrified by what he had done, by what he was capable of.

“I’m talking to you,” Selene’s voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present. “Answer me.”

Michael shook his head, his voice shaky as he replied, “nothing.”

Selene’s expression flickered with something unreadable before she quickly masked it. “Nothing?” she repeated, her tone dripping with skepticism.

Michael didn’t respond, his mind too caught up in the memories that haunted him. Selene stood up from the bed, her movements graceful and predatory as she approached him. He took a step back, then another, until his back hit the wall.

Selene’s eyes bore into his, her presence overwhelming. “Nothing,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is that all you have? Nothing?”

Michael shook his head, his voice trembling as he tried to explain. “No, it’s just—”

But before he could finish, Selene’s hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face. The force of the blow sent a shockwave through him, but it wasn’t the pain that stunned him—it was the realization that he felt something other than fear.

He looked at her, surprise mingling with a strange sense of acceptance. There was no anger in his heart, no resentment. Instead, he felt something he hadn’t expected—gratitude. Gratitude that it was Selene, and not someone else, who had touched him.

“I don’t like being beaten by others,” Michael said slowly, his voice steadying. “But when it’s you… I can bear it.”

Selene stared at him, her eyes searching his for some sign of weakness, some c***k in his resolve. But what she found was something else entirely, something that unnerved her more than she cared to admit.

She turned away from him sharply, running her hand through her hair in frustration. “This is madness,” she muttered under her breath, cursing softly.

Michael watched her, his heart pounding in his chest, unsure of what to do or say. After a long moment, he finally spoke, his voice tentative. “What would you like me to do, Alpha?”

Selene turned back to him, her expression unreadable. “Give me a massage,” she ordered, her tone clipped. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”

Michael nodded, relieved to have something to focus on. He approached the bed cautiously, climbing onto it and positioning himself to begin massaging her back. As his hands worked over her tense muscles, Selene closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips.

She hadn’t realized how much tension she had been carrying until now, and as Michael’s hands moved over her back, she felt herself beginning to relax, if only slightly. “I haven’t felt this good in a long time,” she murmured, almost to herself.

Michael kept his focus on the task, trying to ignore the heat that was building within him, a heat that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature. His heart raced, and he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. “Alpha… may I stop now?” he asked hesitantly.

Selene’s eyes snapped open, and she glared at him over her shoulder. “Did I tell you to stop?” she demanded, her voice harsh.

Michael swallowed hard, shaking his head. “No, Alpha. I’m sorry.”

“Then keep going,” Selene commanded, her voice firm. “You don’t stop until I say so.”

Michael nodded and continued, though every movement felt like it was pushing him closer to a line he wasn’t sure he could cross. He tried to control his breathing, to steady the growing storm within him, but it was no use. The heat was building, and with it, a surge of something darker, something primal.

As he massaged Selene’s back, his vision began to blur, and he felt a strange pressure behind his eyes. He blinked, trying to clear his head, but instead, his vision sharpened, and the world seemed to tilt.

Selene sensed the change in him immediately. She turned her head slightly, catching sight of his eyes—no longer the familiar brown, but a deep, glowing red. A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized the look in his eyes, the look of something wild and untamed.

“Mine,” Michael growled, his voice low and guttural, the sound resonating with a power that seemed to come from deep within him.

Selene’s eyes widened in shock, and before she could react, Michael moved with a speed that startled her, flipping her onto her back and pinning her down. His hands gripped her wrists, holding them above her head as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her skin.

For a moment, Selene was frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared up at him. There was something in his gaze, something that both terrified and exhilarated her. She had seen that look before—in her dreams, in the moments when she had let herself wonder what it would be like to let go.