Is shetheone?
602 Words
Night deepened over the Blackwood estate but Kylan did not sleep. Sleep for him was a battlefield.
He sat on the edge of his bed, shirt discarded, cold sweat clinging to his skin as he gripped the edge of the mattress. The scars across his back- old claw marks, bite marks and burns caught the moonlight like a constellation of pain, with each of them telling the same story.
control
discipline
suffering.
For ordinary werewolves, shifting was natural freeing even. But for Kylan, the wolf was a curse, a legacy born of bloodline too powerful, too ancient, too unforgiving. Royal wolves weren't normal, their instincts were darker, their strength-uncontrollable.
And if a royal wolf ever lost control under a full moon...
they didn't just destroy enemies
they destroyed everyone
That was why marriage to humans was banned in the first place. The rulers knew the truth; love, affection and emotional bonds made wolves unstable. And a human mate ? One touch, one heartbreak, one moment of fear could trigger madness.
which was why Kylan had vowed long ago
no mate
no weakness
no attachments.
He stood and crossed the room to the mirror, staring at his reflection. His eyes burned gold, his wolf pushing against the surface of his mind.
"mine..," the wolf growled again, more persistent than before
kylans's jaw tightened
"enough !!!." He murmured
"mine, find, claim.."
The wolf's voice gave a nonnegotiable and emotional scream, refusing obedience. for the first time in years
And that terrified him more that Damien ... more than the throne... more than death.
because if his wolf refused to obey, the seal he fought to maintain would break.
And when it breaks, he wouldn't be the only one to pay.
A sharp knock interrupted the storm inside him
"your highness?" Lycaon called, his voice was steady cautious
"come in." Kylan replied
lycaon stepped in, bowed and spoke carefully.
"I've sent Damien back to his quarters and I increased security around your wings of the estate. he won't disturb you again tonight."
Lycaon hesitated, then added quietly, " your highness, your control wavered today didnt it?"
kylan didn't answer
he didn't need to
Lycaon had served him all his life, he could read Kylan like a silent book.
"She's the trigger." Lycaon said gently
A muscle in Kylan's cheek twitched, his eyes moving simultaneously like a bird looking for food
lycaon took a deep breath " if she is your mate... you know the king will..."
" I don't have a mate." Kylan cut in, voice icy.
Lycaon bowed his head " as you wish, but your wolf believes otherwise."
silence
Heavy, suffocating, truthful
finally, Kylan spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper, but edged with steel.
" I will not be ruled by fate, I will not be undone by a girl I barely know."
lycaon didn't argue, he only bowed and stepped back toward the door
" then may the moon goddess give you strength your highness, because if she is your mate... destiny will not care for your refusal."
When lycaon left, Kylan remained still
unmoving
breathing
remembering wvery details
her eyes
her scent
her touch in that brief heartbeat of collision
he pressed a hand to the glass, staring down at the city light,
" who are you ?" He whispered again, his voice breaking in places he never let anyone else see.
For the first time since he was a child...
the alpha prince felt afraid
not of death
not of the throne
not of his step-brother
But of a girl he had known for less than a minute.
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