Wanted by my sworn enemy

Getting Caught

They weren't far behind. Heavy footsteps, crunching leaves, this way and that. Shouting obscene things. Telling her what they would do if they caught her. Things along the lines of tearing her apart. This is why everyone hated wolves and stayed away from them. Always so aggressive and possessive. What if she had simply been a lost traveler, what if she didn't know it was their land?

Then again everyone knew the wolves and their land. The pack heads of Les Lunoras are essentially celebrities in this world. But Lilorith wasn't familiar with this world to begin with.

They kept taunting her and throwing insults. She couldn't possibly listen to them over the loud beating drum of her heart. Lilorith ran as fast as her legs would let her. Dodging trees, jumping over branches.

She could barely see where she was going. The only thing illuminating her surroundings was the moonlight. Some branches hit her, but she had to keep going.

This reminded her of before. It reminded her of what it used to be like being in this world before she moved into the human world with her father. They'd gather around her and treat her like a monster. Even though she was supposed to be above them, they'd treat her as though she was less than them. At school and on the playground. Everywhere, even at home. The memories were threatening to consume her, and this was not the right time for it.

Out of nowhere, some dark figure appeared in front of her and grabbed her by the jaw.

Everything just stopped.

He lifted his other hand at her pursuers. Their loud and fast footsteps came to an immediate halt. When he looked down at her, it made her stop struggling against his hold. His eyes shone, in a way no creature's eyes should've. Even in the dark, it was hard not to see those teal irises' with flakes of gold dancing around in their pupils. Her breathing steadied, although her heart still thrummed at the same speed.

"Mate," he breathed, his voice rough and heavy. Loosening his grip on her jaw to swipe his thumb across her bottom lip, he pulled her closer and put his nose on her neck.

Lilorith involuntarily whimpered. She couldn't understand what was going on, but she didn't have the strength within her to fight it. Never in her life had she experienced something like this. Such a level of intimacy wasn't something she indulged in. In all her twenty years of living, she had never desired such. Why was it happening now?

"Prince, we- is this... Is she your mate?"

The man before her huffed and gave the one who had spoken up a frightening glare.

"Leave us."

"She's an intruder, my lord. We cannot allow-"

Another was cut off by a warning growl. She felt that growl give her goosebumps as he still held her face so softly. Causing the werewolves that had been chasing her to retreat.

They murmured and broke branches where they stepped as they obeyed his order. Their presence fell further and further away.

He didn't let her look behind her, making her stare up into his strange eyes with his hand locking her in place.

Lilorith realized she'd be alone with this man. The one they referred to as prince and my lord. Could he be their leader, Could this man really be the one and only prince of Les Lunora?

What was he going to do with her, how were the territorial werewolves going to punish her for trespassing?

A moment passed, and she grew more awkward under his ominous gaze. She tried to step out of his grasp, but his other hand came onto her back to keep her right where he wanted her.

"I promise, if you let me go, I'll never come back, " she began to mumble. Not knowing what else to say. "I never meant to be here. I just- I just wanted..."

The air wasn't coming into her lungs like it should've been. Her body was reacting in a bothersome way as well. Her n*****s pebbled under the light t-shirt she wore. However, that had to be because of how cold it was. She cursed herself for forgetting to wear a bra, but she had been in such a hurry. Even though it burned wherever this creature laid his hands on her.

But struggling to breathe? She was fit, so it wasn't the running. How could she be struggling, at a time like this? It didn't matter who this werewolf was. He was nothing more than a wolf at the end of the day.

Lilorith was royalty in her own right. It didn't matter if they called him a prince or my lord. Her people called her princess too... sometimes.

Then why was she feeling like this?

"You're beginning to burn up," he whispered calmly, bringing a hand to her forehead. A small smile started forming at the corner of his sensual lips. "Are you going into heat for me, already?"

She recoiled at his words, "What?!"

"Do not deny what I can scent." His nostrils flared slightly. "Tell me your name," he demanded, and Lilorith didn't like the tone he used. The tone of someone used to getting what he wanted.

"No," She had been averting her gaze the entire time he had been staring at her. Now she made sure to glare at him.

His eyebrow raised, "No?" His large hands, bearing slender fingers slid down to wrap around her neck gently. Warningly.

He pulled her closer, put his lips to her ear, and whispered, "An unwelcome trespasser such as yourself comes running through my woods. Leaving your sweet, seductive scent everywhere you go. As if beckoning for danger. And I wanna be nice to you, but you're telling me no?"

"I'm not asking you to be nice. I'm asking you to let me go," she hesitated for a moment, "Please."

"No." He used the same shaky tone she had used, mocking her.

She sighed, frustrated. Lilorith had never meant to get caught snooping around the werewolves' territory. That outlandish witch had promised her. If she could sneak into the werewolves' pack palace and steal a particular jewel for her, she'd get Lilorith anything she wanted. She should've listened to Mother Shia when she told her to stay away from the older witch.

"You yourself told me you'd never come back if I let you go. So, how could I ever let my mate disappear from me like that?"

"I don't know what that is, but I am not anything of yours, sir. You have the wrong person."

His eyebrows shot up, and a look of understanding flashed before his calm demeanor came back. "You are human. I can't quite place your scent."

"I am not human!" She blurted out, sounding more aggressive than necessary. His fingers flexed around her neck as though reminding her of her place.

"What are you?” He uttered curiously as though he genuinely cared for her. It made her heart leap a little, the way he spoke. It scared her because no one really cares, do they?

Lilorith couldn't answer with the truth. She was on the enemy's territory after all. How could she rock up to a werewolf and tell him she was a demon and expect to live?

"What I am is none of your business. All you need to know is that I'm not human. And if you won't let me go, I demand you to tell me what you're going to do with me since I'm not welcome here."

He threw back his head and let out a deep, dark chuckle into the silence of the evening. His strong, pale neck, bared for her to see, seemed so appealing to her at that moment.

She didn't understand why.

If she could put her lips to his neck how would this stranger react? Would he push her away or draw her in closer? What would they do after that?

What in the seven hells was she thinking?

She couldn't possibly be attracted to a wolf.

When he gained his composure, he shook his head and let her go. Giving her some much-needed space.

"We either make servants out of trespassers or kill them on the spot."

"Well, you're not killing me. And I don't think you'll make me your servant either." Lilorith took a few steps back when he looked to the side. Trying to find an opportunity to escape him. He looked at her again, his eyes roaming over her body. As though she were a meal ready to be devoured.

"I won't make you my servant. Rather, I'll make you my little prisoner."

"I can't let that happen." She broke out into a sprint.

Lilorith hadn't taken that many steps before the weight of something heavy tackled her to the ground.

"Get off, you damn wolf."

He growled. Lilorith struggled against him. He was stronger.

"Mate, know this. That no matter where you run, there's nowhere I can't hunt you down," he rasped, breathlessly. "Turning your back on me was a mistake. It turns me on when my prey is harder to catch. But you're not much prey at all, are you? Weak."

Lilorith froze at the sound of that word. It brought something to the front of her mind. Something she usually made sure to keep at the back of it.

Memories of her mother spitting out the word with as much disgust as one could muster surged forward.

Weak as always.

In that second of distraction, the wolf had managed to pin her head down into the muddy ground. It came so suddenly. A small pinch of pain. Then a stronger wave of pain came over her.

A scream tore from her lips.

The sound of her agony echoed into the night. She never thought a damned wolf biting her at the nape of her neck could ever possibly be this painful.

"Let me go, you bastard! What are you doing to me?"

"I'm sorry, the pain will go away in a few days," he murmured between licks. The licking did nothing to help the pain, but it did comfort her somehow. It made her stop yelling out in pain. "I can't have my one and only Goddess-given soulmate running out on me now, can I? You don't understand now. But you will soon enough."

The tears streamed down her face, "You damned wolves, always taking what you want without permission, just because you guys are the leaders of the supernaturals. That's why everyone hates you guys."

The weight on her back lifted and so did she. Lilorith couldn't believe she was being carried in this man's single arm as though she were a piece of meat being carried by a butcher.

"You f*****g monster. I hope you burn in the seven hells."

They walked in silence for a bit. The swaying made her feel as worthless as ever. There was no more strength left in her body. As much as it made her feel worthless, the swaying also made her feel sleepy. But no, she had to fight. Surely she could fight what was happening to her.

What creative insults would her mother hurl at her if she saw her with a damned wolf? What would the other demons say? They'd probably stone her, or burn her.

But what if maybe, she could stay here, by this wolf's side. Would that be so bad, hiding out here? Running away from the torture.

All she wanted was a solution to her cursed fate of being the Demon Princess, used as an incubator for the future royalty of Demons. She was after all nothing but the daughter of a Succubus, just there to be bred, like animals.

More tears streamed down her face at the thought of it. Visha told her if she could get the Lunar Jewel, she would save her from her troubling destiny. Instead here she was having more troubles inserted into her life.

"I hate you, you damn wolf," she muttered with what little resilience she had left.

"Of course you do."