The Rogue Lycan's Mate

One With His Nature

Aidan's POV:

As soon as I arrive Trois-Rivières with my men, we started to search through city. I've felt her, even scented her but again, f*****g again, I've lost her. As if it is not enough, I've scented someone different so close to her, hearing their scents mixed by a touch in the mid air where I stood my mind went blank. While shaking with rage and grief Alva placed her hand on my shoulder. "Aidan, we should..." she was talking timidly but I cut her in. "I know." I said sternly and frowned. For I know what should we do next. I didn't even blinked, though, when I ordered my men to stay where they are because this is my fight. 

Alva and Sullivan looked me with concern but I knew their concern not for me but for themselves. As they are stand with the rogue, outcast lycanthrope prince, every other wolf kine see them as outcasts and traitors too. I've never wanted anyone to follow me for I am not into this pack s**t but, they seek protection under me and in exchage, they are serving me. Sullivan is a good friend of mine but, as soon as I would lose power, I know he will turn his back on me. This is why I hate being in a pack at the first place. Everyone is seeking gain. No one cares about anyone but they all act like a family. A fake one. Disgusting. And as for Alva, I know her as she was a child. She was just three years old when I saved her from a feral. Funny, a feral saves a child from another feral. One wanted to devour her and the other has no idea what he was doing. And after that day, I met with Hanna. Pitiful Hanna. She has lived to help me and died for me in Aklavik even. Now, all I can remember what she told me at that day. The day I started my own anguish. The day, my life became a living hell. I've said so many lies, I've taken so many lives for what I crave for years. I've always pretended and acted to not to give an oppening to my enemies. But now, what I tried to own and achieve flee from me. After everything I've done for her. But again, I can't blame her. She knows nothing. Knows nothing about me, about past, about what have I done. I planned to tell her everything once I ensure her staying by marking her. And now, my only salvation has become my own agony, sickness. But in that way, I'll see who is faithful and not. Those fools thinks that I am getting weak because of my delayed mating but actually, this rage is flaring my power.

"Are you sure about that?" Alva asked, timidly again. I forced a grin and turn to her. "I'm sure, Alva." I said to reassure her. Later, I got into small woods near the city center and I could still scent my mate's fading smell. It was a pure torture but I have to go on now. Then the stench of blood in the air hit my nose then for a second I paused. Because in this masacare scene, Muiri's scent was clearly evident. As much as I wanted to let my beast to come out, I can't. Because all I need to do is now stay calm and keep my composure. And I can feel that she is okay.

While looking at the big mansion before me which is a lycan den belongs to my father's minions, I started to smell Alva, who was getting close with soft but fast steps. "I thought I made myself clear, Alva. I don't want you to meddle with this." I said sternly and without averting my eyes from the mansion. "I can't let you fight alone. I know I am not strong enough to fight beside you but still... I can't let you do it alone. So please, Aidan, let me stand with you against those idiots." Alva pleaded. Letting out a short sigh I looked at her, puzzled. "It is a matter of time that they feel my presence here. And not just that. I bet, hunters took Muiri. She is not inside of this house." I pointed the mansion. "And you call this a house?!" Alva whispered sarcastically. Normally, I would chukle before her puzzled and sassy face but now all I can do is staying stoic and sometimes frowning.

After a time of pause, as I predicted, three lycans surrounded us. "Look what we have here." a bulky one spoke in disdain while looking at us. This... This is what I can't stand. Disrespect. As soon as that i***t finished his words, I started to commune with my wolf, gawning my soul inside with rage. My eyes became glowing yellow and my claws came out from my fingertips. It is kind of itchy, though. Alva's face has an interesting expression, fear mixed with anger. She was trembling but she tried to cover her fear with yelling. "Stay where you are, you little lap dogs of w***e son king! One more step and I will roast your faces with my flames!" Alva yelled and started to chant something. She is a witch afterall and she can use fire and earth magic. As for me, I stood unimpressed, looking at them irritated.

"You are not welcome here. Go back which s**t pit you came from." another lycan with a red hair said and smirked. I was still waiting for them to attack us because I'm still thinking about consequences in future. "You dare to cuss your prince! How dare you! He is a pure blood!" Alva snarled like a wolf. "He can be a pure blood but a traitor too. This going nowhere. Just f*****g leave before we rip your throats!" bulky one again, threatened us.

"Oh, I get it. You cannot go back to your dirt because there is no dirt left behind, right? Haha! Our men did their job smoothly I see." red haired one said and chuckled then every moment I experinced that day come back to my mind, made the monster inside me bare his fangs. And at that moment, I couldn't care less about future anymore. With a sudden move I bite off the red haired lycan's head. Blood started to ooze from his throat and from his nape into my mouth. His throat was still between my canines and as I felt his heartbeat fading and finally stopped, I released him. The thudding sound which his body made when it hit to the ground made the other two lycans flinched. Because I know they didn't even see me as I moved to attack. "Y-you..." the bulky one tried to speak in terror but I halted before him in a blink of an eye. "Tell me if you saw who killed these miserable wretches and I will bless you two with a quick death." I said insanely calm and widened my eyes. I could hear their fastened heartbeats due to my heightened senses. And once I got excited by their sounds, I knew I would lose my rationality. "W-we d-don't kn-know! B-but, some hunters came here, b-before y-you ca-came!" the bulky one's voice was trembling and I ensured my theory by hearing his words. I killed them both, ripped their chestbones to tear their hearts out, in seconds. They were unable to even scream. Once all three of them lied lifeless before me, I started to wonder. "Are the bones of lycans so easily broken?" I murmered as I was looking at my bloodstained claws.

Alva came towards me while covering her nose. "Ugh... The stench! Let's get out of here before more come." she said and tried to drag me. Now at least I know. Where my mate probably is. But the real question is, are they keeping her as a captive or as a guest? 

"How can you be so sure about that? She covered her smell, by wolfsbane. So, how?" Sullivan asked me while we were in a vehicle which was taking us to Lanark. "Wolfsbane has no effect on us thus I can scent her very well, for wolfsbane mixed with her unique scent making the scent behind heavy and strong." I shrugged and looked out from car's window, trying to watch trees past blur and make my mind eased. 

What will I do once I find her? Punish her by harming her? Hugging her and saying that I am sorry for lying? 

As I watched the blurry visions before my eyes, the uneasiness of lacking communication with my wolf surround me. I should've listened my urges, my instincts. But I didn't and now I am suffering its concequences. And still...

What the hell am I doing? 

I am using a f*****g car to reach my mate who has fled from me. What happened to me?! What have I become?! This whole situation happened because of my weakness. And I am repeating it. I started to be able to hear every pulse that my heart causes.

I am going against my own nature!

I am torturing my wolf, avoiding to hear his howlings inside my head in agony.

When did I become so scared of my beast, the only thing making me whole?

Why am I not letting him to find its mate?

"Stop the f*****g car, right now!" I barked to driver. My canines started to grow and my eyes turned glowy yellow. Both Sullivan and Alva stood frozen. Then I jumped out of the car and fully turned into my beast form and started to dash through woods as I supposed to do at the beginning. 

I am not an Alpha, not a beta not an avarage wolf as all they are. I am a f*****g Sigma, a lone wolf without any boundaries. I made myself chained by my stupidness, in Aklavik, I should have kill all of them before that day. And now I am making myself contained by f*****g worries, deniying my beast. I am not like them. Never was and never will.

Those fools' disrespectful acts towards me made me wake up from my slumber. None could have acted towards me before. And while the only thing I wanted to possess in my entire life fled from me, I was riding at the back seat of a f*****g car. How could I let myself to fell so low?! As I run in my beast form, communing with my wolf is making me realize my true feelings. My heart tugs in agony and every joint between my bones aching, but despite that I am feeling good now. The pain in my joints and  my wolf's howling in agony made me whole. I am feeling as I am whole again. 

As my beast howls, I howled with him, dreadfully and fearsome. He was howling through my soul and I was howling through cold wilderness wind as I ran with him. My intention was to ensure those fools that I am coming to tear each other apart. And as for Muiri, she will never see the man acts with guilt, but, the real me, before her from now on.

After two hours of non-stop running, I've arrived Lytton. If I go through cities, such as Ottawa, it wold be so much shorter but I would go in a terrible danger too. Normally I don't care but revealing ourselves has severe punishments and those punishments are inflicting right by Moon Goddess herself so I can risk it. So I decided to go Nichabau first then, Chapeau. Once I cross the river, I will dash to Lanark again. 

Didn't want to delay my arrival anymore, I again started to run through Canadian wilderness. Yes, this is where a beast like me belong. A free spirit like me belongs to the wild.

Stupid politics, ridiculous strife of werewolves and lycans, power struggles and striving for domination. It's all complete nonsense. Once I possess my mate again, for good this time, I will take her with me where none can find us. I just need to be cautious about marking her and until that time, she won't be able to even go peeing without me. After securing her in Aklavik, I acted as a submissive fool and let her be my owner in the mean time. It was wrong. I made mistake. But, I'll never do the same thing again. I wanted to be a couple with her but she misused my goodwill. And I'll make her pay for sure.

Hate becomes more evident when your dreams shattered. Disappointment enhances rage and rage enhances the grief.This is what is happening to me. But not just hate. Anger, grief. They are all sinking like daggers into my heart.

It has been whole f*****g two days since I last saw her and since I left my men behind. And after two days without a pause I arrived Chapeau. I need to revert my form because I need to went through the cities. Feeling the excitement and anxiety at the same time was driving me crazy and I was feeling the urge of hunt more intense every second. But I have to control myself. I am so close to find her and once I reach that hunter den, I will feast on their hearts. So now, I should save my appetite for that feast.