Her Lycan King

Chapter 3

“You agreed with Carmen, not with me,” Maze spat at him, “At this rate, Carmen won’t be back out to play, I’ll keep her protected from you!” Zayden didn’t like that whatsoever, he turned on Maze oozing his Alpha aura, and said, “RETREAT!” Maze just stared at him, me on the other hand, I felt the pull to the surface. Forcing Maze back into my mind, as I regained control.

“I’m sorry,” I said sheepishly, “She’s normally not like that.”

His eyes immediately softened, “She’s a strong wolf.”

“She is, and she’s possessive of what is hers. Be careful, she’s not weak. I am,” I told him.

“She wouldn’t have chosen you if you were weak,” Zayden answered reasonably.

“Sure,” I said, and started to walk back to my room.

“You haven’t eaten anything,” he began, before a sly fox came out of nowhere and suction cupped to his face with her lips.

“Can you NOT,” I asked.

“Sure, but I won’t,” was Tracy’s response as she continued sucking on my mate.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I responded as my eyes turned golden, and Maze decided to reclaim my body. She moved behind Tracy, and with as much force as she could, grabbed her hair by the roots, pulling her away from Zayden. She continued to drag her towards the front door of the pack house. Threw open the doors using elemental powers and threw Tracy across the yard like a ball. She even bounced before landing, facedown, on the ground.

“Now, I understand he’s one hot Alpha, but he’s MY hot Alpha. You touch him again, and I’ll visit you with fire,” Maze said, calmly yet deadly, and to drive her point home… Drum roll please, she conjured and threw a fireball at Tracy’s face. Scaring it. Yup, that’s Maze.

During this time, a crowd formed, the pale faces of the she-wolves, once they realized what I was capable of, told me this pack was going to be wary of me. Always afraid, and never willing to build a relationship. Most of the males were looking at me with lust. Taking down Tracy meant I was the strongest she-wolf. A wolf that could win pack wars. Except, Zayden wasn’t looking at me with lust, he was looking at me dangerously. He walked up to me, grabbed my wrist, and began dragging me inside.