The Chosen One

Chapter 5: Flora

I couldn't breathe.

I wheezed hard as my chest tightened even in panic to the sound of the howl. It was just like that night at my pack– the night where I saw Lukas meet his end. Along with the rest of my pack as they lost their limbs and lives to those silvery demons.

It was like I was reliving it all over.

Their howls of aggression, replaced shortly by the screams of pain, as the silvery demons obliterated them into a mangled mass of flesh, bones and blood. I could see it all over, as the pressure in my chest tightened like a vice, squeezing out the air in my lungs.

“No. no. no.” I cried out, grabbing the side of my head with both hands as tears poured out my face.

In the face of it, I struggled to remain standing even as my muscles fetl limb. When I eventually lost balance, I tipped against Draxen but I could not see him.

In his place, what I saw was my father– and the plunge of a claw through his chest.

“No!” I cried out, breathing hard as my sadness slowly morphed into anger.

The man who did this, who destroyed my pack with his silvery demons… I wanted them dead, now more than ever.

He has to feel the pain he has given me too. He has too…

“Hey!” I heard Draxen’s voice as it cut through the chaos in my mind, calm and low. “Breathe, you're okay! You're safe now.”

I did not realize that I was hyperventilating until I felt the solid press of his hand against my chest, guiding me gently into calmer breaths. When I eventually saw him, I realized how his unwavering presence anchored me.

And for the first time, since that night, I knew I was safe.

“Whatever happened to you back at your pack, it's not going to happen to you. You're mine. And there is nothing on this earth or beyond that can harm you.” He said, his words a soothing balm to my frayed nerves.

I shut my eyes and let his words sink in. He said I was safe, and I wanted to so desperately believe it.

But I did not just want to be safe.

I wanted vengeance, for every life that was taken. Except I just did not know how to go about it, or how to find the culprit behind it all.

Wait… Didn't Lucien refer to him as Young Master?

Not Alpha, but Young Master.. Then, he must be someone of affluence. Someone that could get me to my aim.

At this, I straightened up, opening my eyes. “I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to…”

“It’s okay.” Draxen said calmly.

In the face of his assurance, I stood there quietly but my mind was racing with thoughts I couldn't keep up with.

How was I going to spring it up that I wanted vengeance and needed him to help? I just met him.

As I debated in my mind, I was overwhelmed by the closeness of our bodies, the warmth oozing from him. Instinctively, I pressed my hands against his chest gently, savoring the strange comfort that came from it.

We are mates… I could use that to my advantage.

Without thinking, I leaned into him, pressing my lips lightly against his. It was an invitation, a bait I so desperately wanted him to take. But the moment I touched his lips, I felt him tense up so I pulled away.

On his face was a disapproving scowl that had me unsettled. Anxiety exploded in my chest as I pondered if he had caught on.

Has he seen through me?

Humiliation burned through my cheeks as I stammered out. “I-I… was I too forward? D-do you find me repulsive?” I croaked out.

His scowl cracked as his eyebrows lifted up. “Oh, no… not at all!”

“Then why wouldn't you kiss me?’ I spat out almost immediately, only to feel shame at my rashness. I was forcing it much.

Draxen smiled softly, followed by the hesitation in his eyes. “I want you– badly. Bu you just escaped a battle. I cannot take advantage of that.”

I looked aside, mentally displeased. I didn't want his pity because that meant a longer time to get him aiding my search for the man who murdered my father.

At the same time, the kiss had stirred something in me. So much that I found myself longing to taste his lips again.

When I looked at him, I summoned the courage to make the move again. Through trembling hands, I clutched shakily to his collars and pulled him in. There was that look of surprise in his eyes but I ignored it.

“I want you, now!” I breathed out against his lips.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between us. I felt his breath brushing against my cheeks, as his eyes hungrily darted down to my lips. Then, Draxen leaned in, and I felt my chest tighten in rising anticipation.

The moment our lips connected, everything faded into a distant din. His kiss started off slowly, until it morphed into a hurried, tussle for supremacy as his tongue encircled mine in a sloppy kiss.

Breathless, we broke to catch our breaths and then drove right back in. A sliver of electrifying energy shivered through me the moment our lips connected again.

What started as an elaborate plan to get him aiding me was now overwhelmed by the delightful shivers coursing through me, and the wetness pooling in my pants.

I wanted him, more than I thought.

The aching desire in me was shooting beyond reason. The fact that I just met him did not matter. Nor the fact that we were in the forest, although hidden from view by the thick vegetation.

The only thing that mattered was the strangely satisfying sensual pleasures from the intertwine of our tongues, in a race for wet dominance.

A moan broke out my lips as I shut my eyes, lost in the moment. Draxen’s hand found my back, gentle and loving as he caressed me. While his other hand tipped my jaw, in a possessive claw that had me moaning again in delight and anticipation.

As we kissed, his hand slowly glided from my jaw to my neck, along with his lips in a trail of slow kisses. I arched my back, moaning and grabbing the mounds on my chest as I leaned against the tree trunk, anticipating when his lips would find my twin buds.

And when he’d probe my soaked lower lips.

I was dripping, completely soaked— so aroused that I rubbed my legs together in a bid to satisfy the growing tension there. He must have noticed for he halted his kiss just at my cleavage, for a split second.

His hand shifted down my belly, slowly and steadily as I held my breath. When his hand reached the hem of my gown, I felt like I was going to burst with expectant excitement.

Any moment now…

But the moment never came.

Instead, a bone chilling cry erupted from the distance.

“HELP! Somebody help!”

The cry broke our romance as we straightened up.I froze, my heart pounding loudly in my chest, drowning out the words Draxen spoke to me, as he grabbed me by the wrist.

Instead, dread filled my heart as I feared the worst, paralyzed by the nightmare that the man who ended my father was coming for me– and this pack.

And it was all my fault.