The Lycan King's Human Mate

Chapter Ten

Roman's pov

I arrived at the training grounds just as Aurora and Kiera reached the edge of the sparring field. The scent of sweat, fur, and earth was sharp and alive in the morning air. The warriors moved with fluid precision, muscles coiling and releasing in perfect rhythm.

But my attention was not on them.

It was on her.

Aurora stood at the edge, small and human amidst a sea of power. Her eyes widened with awe as she watched the warriors leap, dodge, and strike with terrifying grace. Her hands twisted nervously, but she didn’t step back. She was curious, cautious, alive in a way that made my beast stir impatiently beneath my skin.

I kept my distance at first, letting her feel some semblance of freedom. But even from twenty paces away, the bond between us thrummed, subtle but insistent. My beast growled low in my chest, a demand, a warning, a desire. She's mine, and I could feel every flicker of uncertainty and fascination that passed through her.

She looked over her shoulder, as if sensing me, and my chest tightened. That quick inhale of recognition the way her pupils widened, the faint tremor in her hands made the bond pulse stronger.

I stepped closer, careful not to startle her. “Enjoying the show?” I asked, voice low, almost a growl.

She jumped slightly, but quickly composed herself. “I… I’ve never seen anything like this,” she admitted. Her voice was small, trembling, but her eyes were alive, drawn to the movements of the warriors sparring.

My beast snapped at the surface of my consciousness.

I stood against the edge of the training grounds, eyes never leaving her. I wanted to reach out, to touch her, to reassure her, but I restrained myself. The bond pulled at me—subtle at first, then stronger—whispering that she could feel me, even without my words.

One of the warriors shouted at another and she flinched slightly. I moved an imperceptible step closer. My claws itched, and I had to fight the urge to step forward and envelop her in my arms.

Kiera glanced at me, her expression teasing but careful. “She’s doing fine,” she said, voice low enough for only me to hear. “Curious, scared, but she’s adapting slowly.”

I nodded, turning my attention to the men sparring in the ring.

I could feel Aurora’s eyes on me, I slowly turned my head and our gazes locked, and I felt it—soft, insistent, intimate. The bond pulsed, brushing at the edges of my mind and hers. A gentle thrum that tightened in my chest and made me aware of every rapid beat of her heart, every shallow inhale, every trembling nerve.

I stepped slightly closer, slow, measured, letting the distance remain safe yet present. “You do not need to fear them,” I murmured, though the words were almost unnecessary. The bond carried the truth of them, of me.

Her lips parted slightly, a soft inhale escaping her. I could feel her awareness of the bond, subtle and hesitant, and a quiet satisfaction settled over me. She was beginning to see it—not fully, but enough. And that was enough for now.

The pack continued their drills, oblivious to the tension in the corner. I watched Aurora, my eyes tracing her every movement, my beast hummed in satisfaction.

She's mine.

And I would not allow a single thing to harm her or come between us not while I stood here.

Not now. Not ever.

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The scent hit me before I saw them coppery, sharp, predatory.

Vampires. Rebels.

Rebel vampires were those vampires that abandon their covens, feeding freely, refusing the laws that bound their kind.

Aurora’s scent was mingled with fear, and my beast growled in my chest, claws digging into my skin.

I caught sight of them first at the treeline, moving with the silent precision of hunters. Their eyes glinted red, hungry and cruel. And they knew. They knew she was human and was mine.

I stepped in front of her, muscles coiling, fangs bared, heart thundering. “Back,” I growled, voice low and dangerous. “Stay behind me.”

Aurora froze, wide-eyed, trembling, but I felt the bond anchoring her, pulling her closer, keeping her grounded. She didn’t need to run. She couldn’t—not while I was here. Not while I existed to protect her.

The first one lunged, fangs bared. I met him mid-step, claws slashing, teeth snapping. The sound of bone and leather tearing filled the air. Another came at my side, and I pivoted, ripping through him with brutal precision.

Aurora’s scream cut through the chaos a sharp, terrified sound and I whirled toward her.

My claws sliced through the nearest vampire, impaling him against the cold stone of the outer walls. She flinched but did not run. The bond hummed, vibrating between us, telling me she trusted me, even through fear.

One vampire tried to circle around, fast and silent. My claws tore through the air, catching him mid-leap. The impact threw him back, crashing into the courtyard with a sickening crack.

I moved with predatory grace, unstoppable and lethal. The vampires were skilled, yes, but none could match a Lycan in his prime—one driven by the need to protect his mate.

Aurora’s hand brushed against mine as she stumbled slightly. The contact sent fire through me. My beast roared. Not pain, not fear but in anger. Pure, untamed, protective rage.

“Roman!” she called, voice quivering. But she stayed close, anchored by the bond.

One of the vampires, tall, ruthless and red eyes burning with hatred, lunged at me. I met him head-on, snapping teeth and claws, fury driving every movement. Our fight was brutal, violent, merciless. I pinned him against the stone wall, my fangs at his throat, every ounce of control focused on not letting him reach her.

“You’ll never touch her!” I growled. My voice was not just mine it carried the weight of centuries, the full power of the king, the beast within me.

He hissed, twisting, struggling, but it was futile. My claws and strength were unmatched. One final strike, precise and fatal, ended him.

The others fell quickly after, some impaled, some incapacitated, all under the swift, brutal force of the pack and me. Silence descended, broken only by my own ragged breathing and the faint sobs of my mate.

I turned to her, muscles tense, heart pounding, eyes wild but focused.

“Aurora,” I said, voice low, rough, but gentle in its own way. "Are you hurt?" I asked, scanning her body for any wounds.

She shook her head, her eyes were wide with fear swirling in them, tears streaked down her face and she trembled slightly.

My chest tightened seeing her in this condition, vulnerable and afraid.

I crossed the short distance between us and pulled her into my arms.

"It's okay," I murmured.

"You're safe, no ones going to hurt you."

She was mine. And nothing no vampire, no beast, no force of the world would take her from me.