The Lycan's Healer Mate

Chapter 2 The Vampirisation

Ryan's POV

Born as a lycan prince, the only heir to the throne, I know my destiny is to inherit my father's legacy and lead the people.

Being a leader is never an easy thing and it could be tougher and tougher. Different from the good old days, people nowadays are more selfish, rebellious, and crazy.

Blood and violence, that's what are cherished in the new era. I had thought the two things were the vampire's favorite.

Let me be honest with you. I have severe discrimination against vampires and I am not ashamed of it. Why would anyone love creatures feeding on others' blood anyway?

When you sense that a mosquito bites you, you kill it. And the rule shall go for vampires.

Different from princes in the legendary stories, I lived an ordinary life and everything went smoothly. Although my parents died when I was very young, I was selected as the king without much effort, thanks to the support of the Great Council.

I feel grateful to those old men who have been loyal servants of my father. Without their assistance, I would never be able to be the king at such a young age. The gratitude should also be attributed to my uncle, the most famous General in the wolf world. Without his reputation, there would have been more than one civil war breaking out and the kingdom would have fallen apart.

United as we are, we do have arguments. Numerous problems have been solved through fierce discussions, yet there was one major concern left to be addressed.

On my 18th birthday, also known as the Alpha ceremony, I didn't sense my mate and failed to find the future Luna for the pack, which terrified the Great Council. Dating back to that time, Uncle Red was the one who laughed at their ridiculous frustrations and told me to take my time to find myself a perfect woman.

Perhaps Uncle Red didn't expect that his nephew could be such a workaholic. In the following years, the Council organized balls from time to time, inviting ladies from different packs to help me find my mate, yet I let them down every single time.

In the end, Uncle Red joined the Council he had mocked at and inquired me about my mate as long as he met me. To free myself from the endless nagging, I become a ranger in the wilderness. In the day, I sit on the throne and be a responsible king. At the nightfall, I put the black cloak on and ran away from the palace to avoid my uncle.

I love the feeling of wandering alone. Trudging through the Waterland, running in the forest, or roaming on the lane with stars above. The quietness and placid atmosphere helps me clear my mind and revitalize from the daily issues.

The elders did warn me not to leave the palace alone, for there could be unpredictable danger outside the barriers. But I didn't listen to them, which proved to be a catastrophic mistake.

I was attacked by a vampire on a cold winter night. Although I fought back and killed it with my dagger, I was bitten by the devil creature. Its fang sank in my neck and instilled the venom into my body. Perhaps it was the cold temperature that delayed the spread of the venom or perhaps I was a child blessed by the moon goddess that nothing abnormal happened to me.

Like all teenagers, I dared not to breathe this truth to any other souls. The reason was simple. I didn't want them to scold me, shouting that they have told me so. Neither did I want to make them see me as a trouble. As long as everything can go on like usual, I would rather keep the secret to myself. After all, what if they become panic and decide to have me exiled? What if they decide that I can no longer be trusted because I have intimate interaction with a vampire (Trust me, you shall never underestimate the Great Council's ability to mislead people). They are experts in manipulating people by telling half-truth.

Having taken all of these into consideration, I came to a conclusion that I'd pretend everything was normal.

Except it was not.

Two weeks after the day I was bitten by the vampire, I found my skin paler than usual. My maid Eve actually asked me if I powdered my face and where she could buy the same product, for it made my face stunningly white, like a kissable doll.

"How dare you compare your king to a doll?!" The comparison Eve made frustrated me so much and I couldn't help but shout at her.

"My apology, your majesty." Eve hurried to kneel and fetched me a mirror, persuading me to examine my face.

Dame. Forget the doll part, at least she was right about the shade of color. I stared at the mirror, and it seemed as if all of blood was drained from my face.

Another two weeks later, I started to feel dizzy when I was exposed to the sun. The pack doctor had diagnosed it was heatstroke and I would be recovered soon by resting in the shady place for a while. I knew their judgment was partly true — I indeed needed to stay in the cool zone, yet the period of time would be permanent, just like the vampires.

The sickness left me no choice but to make up lies. Hundreds and thousands of lies to cover the truth that the respectful lycan king was bitten by a vampire and was undergoing vampirisation. You must understand the meaning of this word, so I will skip the paraphrasing.

I didn't know what would happen to me next and I didn't know if the venom would turn me into a vampire eventually. To save myself, I volunteered to catch trespassers for Uncle Red at night, so that I could have an official reason to go out and secretly visit wizards or witches to see if there was an antidote to the vampire's bite.

At first Uncle Red didn't agree because he thought it would be too dangerous for me. But Zander White, the lead man in the Great Council spoke for me, asserting that a king shall go out more to understand the world. He even joked that I might find my mate during the mission, which eventually touched Uncle Red.

It never occurred to me that the stupid joke would come true one day.

I examine my captive. A trespasser at night. Probably a spy, just like what I've caught before. I should chain her, taking her to Uncle Red and let him interrogate her.

But soon I realize there is something different about this girl. To be specific, two things.

First, she looks like a beggar. Normally a spy won't wear clothes like this, for they will try their best to hide in plain sight. That is to say, their dressing code would be neither glamourous nor shabby.

Second, my wolf, the notorious critic Shadow seems to enjoy her accompany. He remains silent as if he were muted and hasn't criticized her, which is new.

"Say something." I mind-link Shadow.

Before Shadow can utter a word, the girl raises her head a little bit and confronts me, "Believe it or not, I am not a spy."

Shit. I wasn't talking to her. Is this another effect the bite had on me?

This is just terrific.