The meeting
650 Words
I only wanted a minute alone.
Just one breath of air away from the music, the fake smiles, and the pressure of pretending I was excited to marry a man a barely knew. So I slipped out into the garden, hiding behind a stone pillar. I needed some air because pretending was definitely something I wasn't goo6d at but
I should’ve stayed inside.
I could hear voices from two different people one shaky, one cold.
Renan.
And… someone else.
I peek around the pillar.
Ad I stood there rooted to the ground unable to move
A tall figure stands with Renan, the moon catching on his black hair and sharp jaw with his black suit neatly hugging his body. Even from the side, I recognized him instantly.
Prince Lucian Varyn.
The one everyone fears.
He is the last of his kind and this was no secret.
What is he doing with my fiancé?
Renan tries to step back, voice cracking. “Lucian, wait”
Lucian doesn’t wait.
He moves faster than lightening no roar, no shift, no warning.
His hand snaps up and grips Renan’s neck.
A single twist.
Crack.
Renan drops instantly. Lifeless.
Just like that.
My gasp escapes before I can stop it.
Lucian goes still.
Then he turns his head slightly and his golden eyes was clear under the moonlight.
He heard me.
He smelled me.
I stumble back but he’s already walking toward the pillar, unhurried, terrifyingly calm.
I press myself against the stone, praying to melt into it.
“Come out,” he says, voice low and cold.
My whole body trembles.
He doesn’t wait.
A strong hand reaches into my hiding spot and drags me out like I’m nothing. I crash against his chest, breath stolen.
His grip tightens on my wrist.
Golden eyes lock onto mine.
“You saw,” he says softly.
I shake my head, instantly panicked. “I—I didn’t—I swear, I didn’t mean”
He cuts me off with a slow tilt of his head, staring like he’s reading my heartbeat.
“Don’t lie to a lycan.”
A shudder rolls through me.
“Why… why did you kill him?” I whisper.
Lucian steps closer, invading every inch of space around me.
“Because he needed to die,” he says simply.
I can’t breathe.
“I won’t tell anyone,” I promise quickly. “I’ll forget it. I’ll”
He lifts my chin with two fingers, forcing my gaze up.
“No,” he murmurs. “You won’t forget. And I can’t let you go.”
My pulse jumps. He hears it. His eyes flicker darker.
“Please…” I whisper.
He leans in, his breath brushing my cheek, his voice a quiet threat.
“A human who witnesses a lycan kill must die.”
My knees weaken.
“But.”
His thumb brushes my lip, slow… claiming.
“There is one exception.”
I swallow hard. “W–What exception?”
His eyes drag over my face, hungry and cold at the same time.
“Become mine,” he says. “My mate. My bride.”
I flinch. “No—no, I would never"
“You will,” he says, voice low and absolute. “Because i wasn't asking but rather telling you.”
Tears burn my eyes. His grip softens not kindly, but possessively.
“The wedding is tonight,” he murmurs.
And then he smiles.
Cold. Beautiful. Deadly.
Like he already owns me.
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