My Untamed Mate

CHAPTER 3: MATE

Adira's point of view

My eyes widened. What did I hear?

He held my hand—the same one that struck the dagger into him—and firmly but gently removed the dagger while still holding my hands.

“How dare you hurt the Lycan!” a beta warrior screamed in anger. “Guards—”

He stopped as the Lycan King raised his hand, signaling him to keep quiet. He chuckled and threw the dagger away, still holding my hands.

I raised a brow. Is this Lycan nuts? Didn't I just stab him?

“Your gift is well received and appreciated,” the Lycan King said.

My frown deepened. The people murmured, clearly displeased by my attitude. I glared at the Lycan King and struggled to release myself from his grip. It was futile, so I bit his hand. He didn’t move, nor did he react to the bite.

“The audacity!” another of his subjects screamed in anger. “She should be beaten and her body thrown for the dogs to eat!”

The Lycan King didn’t utter a word. His lack of response was killing me. My teeth were beginning to hurt because of his strong bones. I had no choice but to let go. The hall was silent. I stared at him. He was looking down at me, his amber eyes glittering with amusement.

“Draven, I am absolutely sorry for this behavior,” the Lycan who bought me said. “They told me she was untamed—I assumed it only meant she was a bit disobedient.”

The Lycan King smiled. “No need to fret. She is amusing, and I will enjoy taming her.”

“A feisty being like her can only be tamed by violence.”

Lycan King Draven held my hand. “Are you done?”

He irked me—like all my efforts were futile. Fueled by anger, I clenched my hand into a fist and swung it at his face. It hit him. For some reason, I felt like he intentionally let me hit him.

“She should be stricken if you intend to tame her,” the Lycan advised.

“There are other ways to tame a person, Dylan,” Lycan Draven said calmly.

“She is a feisty being. She’s the only one who has dared to hit you in public, isn’t she, brother?” said the Lycan who bought me—who I now assume was Dylan, the Lycan King’s brother.

Why would he want me to kill his brother?

Lycan Draven smiled and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

I started shaking my legs and arms in an attempt to get off him.

“Steady, unless you want to crash to the ground,” he warned as he kept walking—to where, I had no idea.

As usual, I kept being stubborn. I expected him to throw me to the ground, annoyed by my character, but he didn’t. Even when he got to his room, he gently placed me on the bed.

A growl rumbled from my throat as I sat on the bed, chest heaving, sweat clinging to my brow. My muscles ached from thrashing, all my fits has drained me.

He slowly began undressing, taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?” I asked, alarmed.

He turned to me with a smirk. “I never knew you could speak. All you did was grunt.”

“Don’t you dare come close to me—”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling. It isn’t what you think. I am hardly enticed by women, especially ones who look like you.”

“You—!” I wanted to say something back in defense, but how could I? I looked like trash—my hair messy and very dirty. Because of my feisty nature, I couldn’t take a proper bath. They only poured soapy water on my body when they intended to clean the cage.

I sniffed myself and almost puked at the stench. How did he manage to hold me when I stink?

My gaze went to the man before me, changing into another shirt. What manner of man is he?

“Are you done feasting your eyes?” He turned to me while wearing his top. That was when my attention drifted to his half-covered body. And damn—just a few seconds of staring and I could already picture how his entire chest looked—his abs and muscular build. I swallowed hard.

Wait. What am I thinking?! This is the Lycan King—the one who caused the destruction of the Redlight Pack, thereby killing my Granny! I screamed in my head.

I stood up abruptly from the bed. “You are wrong! I will never look at the body of my enemy!” I stated.

He raised a brow, now fully clothed. “Enemy?”

“Yes! You caused the raid of the Redlight Pack, killing my Granny and burning our homes! I, Adira, will be the end of you,” I spoke fiercely.

He only looked at me with a nonchalant gaze and nodded. “I’ve had a lot of threats and attempts on my life. Yours is the least of my worries.” He waved me off, like I wasn’t someone worth wasting time on.

It pissed me off. I tried once more to hit him, but this time he caught my hand and caged me with his body.

“You must be eager to be close to me. Aren’t you tired of fighting someone you can never beat?”

“I can never be eager to be with you!” I spat.

“Your actions say otherwise,” he smirked.

Is he teasing me right now? What the hell is wrong with this dude?!

He released me, noticing that I wasn’t struggling anymore.

With my voice calm and my head finally thinking, “You called me mate,” I inquired, remembering his voice in my head.

He looked shocked. “I… didn’t speak aloud. How did you hear something that didn’t come out of my mouth?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know, but I heard it.”

He looked away, arranging the used shirt on the table. “Yes. You are my mate. But I do not need a mate. I’ll send for Laura, my personal maid. She’ll help you get some decent clothing. Then you can leave—or do whatever you want.” He waved me off like I was not worth his time and left the room, just like that.

It’s not like I cared about the mate stuff—I didn’t give a damn because I didn’t want him as a mate either—but the way he acted… like I was nothing. Like I couldn’t do a thing to him. Like I was just an insignificant creature he happened to meet.

Well, this insignificant thing is about to cause havoc in his life.

Laura walked in with some clothes. “The Lycan told me to get you some nice clothing.”

I stared at the shirt on the table—the one she went to pick up. It was stained with blood from the stab wound. He changed his clothing… but didn’t dress his wound.

Wait… he didn’t have a wound.

If I’m going to be a wave, I’ll need more than just fighting. I’ll need his secrets.

“No… don’t just get me a dress. I want a makeover—something that even the Lycan will admire.”

Laura raised a brow and shook her head. “The Lycan has never been seduced. It will be useless to try.”

I needed a reason to stay here until I had my revenge—even if it meant staying as his personal slave.

“A slave should be befitting of its master.”

“But he has no intention of keeping you.”

I turned to Laura. I couldn’t tell if she was saying this out of concern or annoyance.

“That won’t be up to him to decide.”

—

As planned, I walked into the hall as they chattered. Lycan Draven was with his warriors in a discussion about something. Servants walked around with drinks—it was like a mini party. Perhaps another raid had been accomplished.

With every step I took closer to Lycan Draven, I was getting attention—just as I wanted. My long black hair was tied in a ponytail.

The red dress hugged my curves like a second skin, the silky fabric brushing my legs with every step. My bare shoulders glistened under the torch-lit hall, the gold necklace resting proudly against my collarbone. My red heels clicked against the marble floor, each step announcing my arrival like a challenge.

The hall slowly went quiet, and Lycan Draven’s eyes met mine. His lips parted slightly, his eyes roaming my body. I couldn’t tell his emotions by his expression, but I knew he was surprised—as was everyone else who recognized me in this clothing.

I stood before him, boldly.

“Well, dear mate, I never said I wanted to leave,” I said. “You can keep me as your personal servant. After all, I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I added calmly.

The smell of arousal swept through the air—it was strong.

Then Lycan Draven growled, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of his wolf.

Everyone turned to him, shocked.

I thought they said he couldn’t be seduced! I only dressed up!

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