Her Human His Lycan

Stress

Clay POV

In the past, my opinion didn't really matter. I was asked for it and given leadership roles, but I felt like a puppet. I allowed myself to be manipulated and now I feel foolish for falling for lies for so long.

As I sat in the room with everyone today, despite being considered a prisoner, I felt a strange sense of comfort as they listened to me.

I hunted there kind and played a role in their torment, yet they were still willing to give me a chance. The day ended up flying by, the sun setting and casting a warm, orange glow across the sky. As the sky darkened, I could hear the faint chirping of crickets and the distant hooting of an owl. Ryan and his companions were preparing to depart. Before they left, Ryan spoke to Emma one last time, his voice filled with concern.

"Emma, I know you are aware, but Alpha Leon and a few others are on our pack about the hunter issue," Ryan said, his voice tinged with urgency. "Alpha Leon especially, due to the losses his pack faced. He wants an update but will only accept it from you. He'll be back on my pack lands tomorrow. I know this is the safest place for you, but I don't think it's wise to bring him here. Can I arrange for a car to bring you to my pack lands tomorrow?"

Emma nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and apprehension. "Yes, Noah will accompany me as well. What time should I expect you?" she asked, her voice steady.

"9am," Ryan responded. "Okay, I'll be ready," Emma replied, her voice filled with resolve. Ryan's mate then bid farewell to everyone before they departed, the sound of their car fading into the distance.

"I think I'm going to call it a night," Emma said, her voice tired but grateful. She turned to Jennifer, expressing her gratitude for the amazing food. "Is there anything I can help with before going to bed?"

Jennifer smiled warmly, her voice comforting. "No, I think I'm all set for the night. Get some rest, as I'm sure tomorrow will be a busy day for you." She then turned to me, her eyes kind.

"My brother and Flint will be up a little longer, so feel free to hang out with them. I know how one can go stir crazy being stuck in a place, but you are safe as long as you stay within the barrier. My brother can show you where it ends."

"Thanks," I said, my voice filled with gratitude as she walked away, leaving me alone. Stepping outside, I could feel a gentle breeze brushing against my skin. I made my way to the chairs where her brother and Flint were sitting, although my heart longed to be with Emma. Anxious thoughts filled my mind as I worried about tomorrow's events.

"Is it really safe for Emma to be going off tomorrow? You still suspect some of your kind are working with the hunters. What if this is a trap?" I asked Noah and Flint, my voice filled with concern.

Noah sighed, his voice steady. "It very well could be, but we will meet in a safe place. Emma has handled meetings with Alphas before, not as much as me, but she will be fine, and I will be with her." He paused for a moment before continuing. "It's best for you to stay here."

I let out a defeated sigh, my worries weighing heavily on my shoulders. "I figured," I said quietly.

"I can promise you I won't let anything happen to her," Noah said.

As I glanced towards the window of the room where Emma would be, Flint offered me a comforting reassurance. "It's normal to want her.”

"You want to be with her every moment, when she's not in your arms, your heart aches for her. Just the mere touch of her soft skin calms every nerve in your body," he said, and I nodded in agreement.

"That's a mate bond," Flint explained. "And because you have wolf in you, you not only feel it, but you experience it with all your senses making it impossible to ignore."

"One can even say it is torture being separated, especially in the first few weeks after the bond is recognized," Noah chimed in. "I know this very well, for my mate is back at the kingdom. Although I've sensed her, she is still too young to sense me. So, I'm waiting, counting the days, which seem to stretch endlessly."

"Emma needs you," Noah continued, his voice filled with concern. "She may not always say it as much as she should, but she yearns for your presence. With all we may have to face, she especially needs you now. Stay close, allow the bond to guide you."

"I won't hurt her," I assured him.

Noah nodded, his eyes reflecting trust. "I can see that already in your eyes. I know you will take care of her," he said, his voice filled with conviction.

As I made my way back into the room, searching for Emma, I noticed the bathroom door cracked open, emitting strange flashes of electricity. Curiosity pricked at my senses, urging me to investigate. I entered the bathroom, and there she was—Emma, sitting against the tiled wall in nothing but her undergarments. The air crackled with electric energy, visible sparks dancing in her trembling hands.

"Please don't tell anyone," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Our eyes met, and I could see the fear and vulnerability in her gaze. "Clay, you have to keep this between us," she pleaded, her voice quivering.

"What really happened earlier, Emma, when Bryn examined you?" I asked, my tone now serious, my concern evident. I knelt down beside her on the cold floor, trying to stay calm and composed, not wanting to frighten her further. It was clear that the strong girl in front of me was struggling.

"She said I was fine, but...well, it's complicated," she hesitated, her voice trailing off. "I'm hiding it even from her. They all worry about me too much. It always passes, it just happens when I'm stressed. So, don't worry, okay?" Her words were a feeble attempt to reassure me, but I could feel her tremors, sense her inner turmoil.

Reaching out, I took her hand in mine, feeling the surge of electric energy coursing through her. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt me; instead, it felt like a gentle tingle. I was uncertain of what to do, but I knew one thing for sure—I couldn't let her face this alone any longer.

"Did marking me not help you?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine concern. I needed to understand, to know how to support her.

"It helped," she replied, her fingers gently brushing against the spot where she had marked me.

"I'm just stressed, that's all," she admitted, her voice tinged with weariness.

"A white wolf made a king," she whispered.

"My mother was a royal white wolf," she continued, her voice carrying a mixture of pride and sadness. "It is known that the powers of a white wolf make the male with them stronger. The same applies to me. Whenever I meet with other packs, I am always inundated with offers of potential mates."

"I have so much more to focus on," she admitted, her voice laced with uncertainty. "But tomorrow, I am meeting with a pack that my kingdom is not on good terms with. The Alpha has a few sons, and he has tried to arrange a union between me and one of them. It makes me uncomfortable, even though my parents would never force it."

A twinge of anger shot through me, the realization of what she had to endure. It was sickening to think that men desired her solely for her power, reducing her to a means to an end.

"So, you're saying being with you makes someone stronger?" I asked, my voice betraying a mix of curiosity and protectiveness. She nodded, her eyes downcast.

"They don't have to be my mate," she explained. "They just need to sleep with me."

I will make sure that she remains untouched by anyone.

"I can try it with you. I don't know how well it will work since you're human. I just have to focus some of my power on you while we are well," she murmured. She was embarrassed. It's funny. She can be so bold at times, yet so shy and timid at others. But I really liked that about her.

"Only if you want to, Emma. I'm not with you to gain any of that power. And if it causes you any harm, I don't want you doing it, okay?" I said.

Her eyes met mine, her vulnerability shining through. I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her neck. She gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat. "Can I take you to the bed?" I asked, my voice husky with desire.

She hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "Sorry for worrying you," she finally said, her voice tinged with a mixture of shyness and gratitude. "Yes, I guess we should go to bed."

I stopped her, my hand on her shoulder. "What is it?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. I leaned in closer, my fingers grazing the spot on her neck where she needed to be marked. Her breath hitched, a tremor running through her body. I pressed my lips against her skin, the taste of her mingling with the scent of lavender in the bathroom. Gently, I nipped and sucked on the area, leaving a mark of possession.

"Clay," she murmured, as I finally pulled away.

It wasn't a true mark, but it was something. The room was filled with the faint scent of anticipation, and a smile finally graced her lips. I gently brushed my fingers over her beautiful lips, feeling their softness beneath my touch. "That's better," I said, my voice filled with relief.

"I'll keep your secret," I whispered. "But under one condition," I continued, my voice trembling with concern. "You must always tell me when you are getting overwhelmed like this from now on, okay?"

"Deal," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude and vulnerability. She reached out and pressed her hand against my shirt. "Let me put some of the healing balm I have on you now," she requested.

I obliged, slowly removing my shirt as she guided me towards the bed. I sat down, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath me. She dipped her fingers into the balm, the scent filling the air, and began to work it over my body. Her touch was tender, each stroke leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. I couldn't help but groan in response, the sensation overwhelming yet comforting.

"You must be more careful," she cautioned, her hand brushing lightly against a bruise on my skin. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of her touch against my body. "I know you're strong, Clay, but don't take on more than you can handle," she advised, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Her hands trailed down to my pants, undoing the button with a deftness that made my pulse quicken. In that moment, I lost control. I wanted her, needed her, despite having just been with her the night before. I sat up abruptly, pulling her in the bed and pinning her hands beneath mine. She looked stunning, vulnerable and beautiful, as I held her captive.

"What is it you want, Emma?" I asked, my voice filled with desire. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

Her breath hitched as she spoke, her words laced with longing. "I want all of you," she breathed.

I released her hands, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. My gaze roamed over her body, captivated by her beauty. "You are absolutely divine, so much so that it's hard to tear my gaze away from you."

Our lips met, a passionate collision of desire and need. She gasped, her body responding to my touch. "I meant it when I said I intend to make the most of our moments together," I confessed, my voice husky with arousal. "I'll make sure your body feels just how crazy I am for you. I'll make sure you remember every touch, every kiss." My arousal throbbed against me, a pulsating reminder of the intensity between us.

With one swift motion, I removed her panties, the fabric sliding off effortlessly.

I locked gazes with her once more, the intensity of the moment reflected in our eyes. As my fingertips delicately grazed the contours of her flawless form, a surge of anticipation enveloped the air, heightening the senses. The scent of desire lingered, mingling with the faint aroma of our surroundings. I vowed to claim her as mine, even if we had to conceal our connection to the outside world. Behind closed doors, I would leave an indelible mark upon her, just as I sensed the same hunger mirrored in her gaze.