Reborn as the Lycan's Mate

Morrighan POV Waking up in a battlefield sucks. Everything is bloody, all things are a blur, and you know that sooner or later he, the god of death, will grab you off your feet. Meeting the god of death sucks too, but… Before I was a tall god. Yes, like the gods of humans… errmm, the Greeks, I think? Tall and godly handsome and really, really towering. Like, really tall. I was a werewolf. Werewolves were supposed to be as tall as 5’9” or 5’10” for females, like the supermodels you see gracing on catwalks in Paris, Milan and New York. Male wolves, on the other hand, were around 6’ to 6’2”. Yep, exactly like those male models you see in GQ and Esquire. But then, of course, had this happened in Universe Number 602-22 (that’s the name of the universe according to certain god who lived there), where I used to live and where you are reading this now, then most models you know would’ve been werewolves, right? This place, however, is TwinWorld. I know the name of this place sounds… original, but then who am I to judge? Blame it on the Moon Goddess who watches things over here. Anyway I’m rambling, so let me go back to my tale… As I’ve mentioned, I was a werewolf. I was 5’ and had been stuck at that height since 15. I don’t know how old I am now. 22? 23? But that’s it — I’m bloody small, and now probably smaller because of how undernourished I had been all these years. I’ll tell you about it some other time. I feel even smaller now. Did I mention the person I had been before (yes, in the universe where you are now) was handsome? Goddess, I am blabbering. I can’t help it. Let me go back again. So before me was this tall and absolutely handsome male of a god. Fenris, my inner wolf, for all wolves and Lycan cousins have their inner wolves, was howling with glee. I could feel Fenris’ paws waving and summoning the person before me to come closer. I tried to shush her, but she wouldn’t listen. But who would when the yummiest man alive stands before you? Dang, it. He really was handsome. Like my favorite actors whose photos I used to rip off magazine pages before I met Dr. Brian Dordo. Wait, who’s Dr. Dordo? Oh, Goddess, my memories with Paul — yes, that was me before I got booted off Earth and injected out here in TwinWorld — are so mixed up! Anyway, I was out here in a huge forest at midnight. Wherever this area was, it was no part of my pack’s territory . And yes, I do — or did used to have a pack, but I’ll tell you about it another time. The important thing is to tell you how I met this remarkable hunk in the middle of nowhere. The man before me stood more than a foot taller than I was. Like, he was TOWERING. He was well built, reminding me of a swimmer. He had short hair that seemed to have been ruffled; it made me want to touch and comb it all the way to the back of his head, where it barely touched his fur-collared long overcoat. His coat and trousers barely hid his broad shoulders and well-toned muscles. His fur-lined collar was partly open, revealing some beautifully tanned skin that was totally in contrast to the weather out here. It complemented his gloriously delicious collarbone and adam’s apple. I gulped as I realized I’d been licking my lips, my cheeks warming up. I tried to turn away from that sinful patch of skin on his neck and collar — only to be drawn to the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. His eyes were deep-set, mesmerizing, with orbs like azure skies and midnight sapphire. I realized I had gasped and held my breath. I wanted to look away, but I felt like the rabbit I caught a while ago. I was trapped; looking at his eyes I noticed he and his wolf were now in sync, looking at me with hunger… and lust? The final thought felt like a bucket of arctic-frozen water pouring over me. I shuddered as I remembered that ages-ago sensation when, I smelled the addictive smell of rubber cement and freshly-scraped wood — only to feel the agonizing, soul-rending pain of rejection after getting forced on. I shook my head, struggling against the extreme pain that was forming in the pit of my stomach and the rubbery feeling of my legs growing weak. “Wait,” the delicious baritone voice said. I shuddered in involuntary pleasure; I could feel the warm fluid gushing between my legs. The tall creature’s eyes darkened. I tried to remove my gaze once more, but it only drew me to his face. He had well-trimmed stubble on his face, his brows manly and smokingly so; his jaw well-defined. He slightly smiled; a boyish smile that spelled embarrassment and interest, his lips alluring as if beckoning me to come closer. Another gush of fluid below. Ugh. His eyes slightly widened, his eyes becoming a midnight blue. Ever careful, he slowly took a step forward. He bent slightly, both hands held out, palms up. “Please,” came the mesmerizing voice. The air before us cr*ckled, thick with his scent (and he probably smelling me all thick as well, how embarrassing), all-soothing and inviting. My body tried to betray me; I was not ready. Not when I need to be free, away from any mate, away from any bond that will seek to destroy what remained of me. My wolf Fenris was screaming for her mate; I could feel her trying to take control of me. I was still weak, still far from having recovered from years of pain, but I still had some remaining resolve. With great effort, I gathered what remained of my will. I ran. — A Few Hours Ago You are probably wondering how all this trouble of meeting this hunk of a god started. The last time I woke up, I had this painful and heavy feeling washing over me except for my chest, which seemed to have gone through a thousand volts of electricity that jolted me awake just then. Sitting up, I felt something sticky dripping over my head that gradually seemeded to grow thinner as droplets of rain poured over me, each cold drop in perfect rhythm with the throbbing on my skull. Yes, it had been a stormy night, but as my consciousness gradually cleared the heavy drops had mellowed into drizzle. What fully woke me, however was not the sky’s water bucket poured on me. Rather, it was the sickening yet not-too-unfamiliar mix of some metallic tang that wafted in the air. The stench crawled with an acrid burning smell, kind of like the cleaning supplies we often see in post-crime-scenes, in hospitals, or in morgues — Wait. Crime scenes? Morgues? Waking up that night must have been a mess; certain words and scenes drifted like clouds in my head. It seemed not too long ago when I had been to one, going over a half-burnt, half-decomposed body. I walked out of this building after saying goodbye to fellow office mates whose faces I could no longer recall. I went to this gray-colored car, got inside, and as switched on the ignition… … the next thing I know, I am here, sitting in some dark hell pit, all too suddenly aware of bloodied and broken bodies nearby: some still whole, but in strangely contorted poses soaking in that characteristically burnt smell, while others ripped to shreds that goddess knows what happened to them. Wait. Goddess? An ear-splitting, soul-rending, ominous howl suddenly broke through the air as I doubled over, my head totally racked in pain. In what seemed like an eternity, a surge of images flipped through my head, like pages of manga I used to read back in the office. Wait, what? Office? Isekai? Manga? Two worlds. Two universes. Two memories collided in me, overwhelming my mind with so many images I could only scream. A coat of navy blue. A tie of dark gray. Guns in a holster. In one, I had been an officer, hunting criminals while I myself was haunted by memories of pain and guilt. Pure, glistening white fur. Screams and howls. An old, dilapidated house, surrounded with 20-feet high concrete walls. In another, I had been an Alpha wolf, a warrior. I, too, hunt, but those days were long gone as I found myself debilitated by one painful betrayal that racked my whole being, that short sequence of memories leaving me gasping for air and howling. I knew both sides were me. Was me. Both sides wanted to die, wanted death, wanted vengeance. Yet deep, deep, way deep down… something feral also growled. Something that wanted me to live. And in doing so, like switching on a light, it willed all the darkness once more. —