Lycan Prince's Fated Mate

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He was faster, his steel grip tightening around my wrist forcing me to a stop.

“I wasn't done talking to you, Ivie.” He snarled and my body began to tremble against my control.

I could feel Diana trying to fight against Martin’s dominance in my head, but it was hopeless, I simply wasn't strong enough.

Martin tugged me closer, my back to his chest, his nose in my hair and my backside firmly pressed to him. We were so close that I could feel his erection.

Nausea bubbled up inside me and I began to struggle against his hold in earnest.

“Let go of me!” I screamed, my elbows digging into Martin’s ribs.

He let go of me, but backhanded me before I could escape. I fell to the ground, my vision blurry.

“How dare you refuse me?” Martin growled; his eyes narrowed.

“It is an honor for a nobody like you to have a Beta take interest.”

The back of my ear felt wet and sticky, the metallic taste of my blood coating my teeth and my vision was still hazy.

Martin undid the buckle of his pants, the anger in his voice swiftly shifting to a cloyingly sweet tone.

“You will be damaged goods but if you satisfy me, I might just take you as one of my mistresses.”

I could feel Diana caving to Martin’s dominance, her fight slowly dying out and my eyes filled with hot tears.

Being an omega in a world built on strength meant being a slave to others’ wishes. A fate of forever being doomed to submission. That was why I never took any risks. My entire life was a damn hazard.

Martin smiled at my lack of fight, his hand cradled the back of my head and guided me closer.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Just take it like a good little omega.”

On my knees in front of a man who was going to molest me because I’d dared come for a party, dared be seen and simply because he could. Something in me snapped.

I looked up at Martin’s smug face, his erection inches from me then I slashed at his groin with my claws.

Martin screamed like a girl, and I shoved him to the side.

Then I ran, ignoring the rip on my bodice where he had tried to hold on to me. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.

Martin was a Beta and unlike Omegas, they healed pretty fast. If he caught me after what I had done… what’s left of me wouldn't fit into a shoebox.

I reached an intersection, one way leading down towards the ballroom and the exit leading up. Martin would assume I would try to leave.

I pulled out the Allure, gave myself a good spritz and headed up.

I didn't know what was on the top floor but hopefully, there would be someplace for me to hide till Martin was gone and⁠—

I slammed right into someone who’d just stepped out of a room, bowling him over so that I landed on top of him on the ground.

“I'm sorry, I—” I began to apologize only to be hit by the most intoxicating scent of cinnamon and cloves with an undertone of something animalistic, raw and somehow… mine.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Diana was going wild in my head.

Bracing my shaky hands on his broad shoulders, I pulled back enough to look at my mate.

I think I fell in love with him right then.

He was handsome. The unrealistic type that belonged only in books.

He had light gray eyes that reminded me of winter, hair as black as night that framed the most chiseled cheekbones that I had ever seen. My gaze followed down to his parted lips that did something to me.

“Mate?” He sounded as confused as I felt.

Although confusion alone was insufficient to describe how I felt.

I was transfixed, fascinated, enthralled, and confused by the intensity of my emotions. That must be the reason for what I did next.

I traced a finger down his face as though to ascertain he was real only to find myself barely holding in a gasp at the sudden rush of liquid desire that flooded my veins.

His pupils dilated so much they seemed black, and his hold on my waist tightened almost imperceptibly.

The draw of the bond was hitting me too hard and fast.

I pulled away, ignoring Diana’s high-pitched whines in my head to return to our mate’s arms, to let him hold us, touch us, mark us.

I stood up, but in my haste, I tripped on the train of my dress.

My mate caught me before I could hit the ground. His hand braced around my waist. I gazed up at him, unable to even breathe from the intensity of his stare..

I straightened in his grasp regaining my footing, and his hand fell from my waist.

Maybe it was because I didn't know him well enough, but it seemed like he was pulling away from me.

Then to my surprise, my mate cupped my cheek, similarly to how I had touched him earlier, his touch burning me like a brand, and I just melted.

His hand quickly dropped from my cheek like he’d realized the effect his touch had on me, but it was already too late.

I closed the distance between us and kissed him.

With that kiss, it felt like a supernova of desire went off between us. We couldn't have stopped even if we wanted to.

I gasped into our kiss, his tongue sliding against mine and the next thing I knew, my legs were twined around his waist and my back pressed against the door of his room.

I didn't recall leaving the hallway, entering his room or even unlacing my dress yet it was already on the ground.

His lips left mine and I moaned in protest then mounting desire as he kissed my cheeks, his lips traveled down my nape leaving a scintillating trail of open-mouthed kisses that had me arching against him.

I gasped, my n*****s pebbling under his masterful touch, my fingernails digging into his back, my body slick with sweat, arousal and inescapable desire.

I couldn't remember a time when I didn't know him. When I didn't burn for him. All that existed at that moment was us and the desire that threatened to consume us with every touch.

I wanted him despite not knowing his name, but maybe that wasn't necessary when our souls knew each other.

He took me slow, hard, sensuously and when I came apart, it was with his arms steadying me, grounding me.

I would never tire of this. Of being with him.

The bright rays of the sun woke me up the next morning.

It took me a moment of blind searching to realize I was alone in the bed.

Panicked, my eyes flew open to see my mate standing next to the open window, fully clothed with his back to me.

Even fully dressed, he was a sight to behold, and I found myself staring at his back for a few more seconds like a complete weirdo.

Ask him why he didn't mark us Diana demanded, but her tone was as languid as I felt. I felt tired and sore but in a really good way.

Blushing and pulling the sheets closer to my naked body, I tried to find my words.

“Good morning,” I said softly, so softly he might not have heard me if the room weren't dead silent.

“Get out.” My mate’s voice was unflinchingly cold.

I froze. “What?”

My mate turned to face me; those beautiful gray eyes as cold as ice.

“Did I stutter?”