The Blue Bloods

C4 - Claimed by a werewolf prince

The rurthles werewolf Lycan Prince Duncan decided to wait for the day walkers to be asleep before sneaking around the vampires’ quarters to find the most beautiful Armenia to un-mate with her. Noy only she the most beautiful woman he has ever been fated to, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.

‘Why do I always end up mating with the rejects?’ he wonders as he picks up her irresistible scent.

Prince Duncan is overtaken by her scent and finds her soon enough in the arms of a Vampire.  Armenia does not look conscious with the Vampire in her neck and his hands on her body, the beautiful, previously white wedding dress, half town, exposing her full breast.

Prince Duncan feels his bones shifting but he fights it preventing his wolf from trying to control him.  The vampire looks up and meets Prince Duncan’s blue eyes and strawberry blond hair, neatly styled.

“Your highness, I was told we can have her,” the Vampire stands up, explaining, his voice filled with fear.

“Leave us,” Prince Duncan demands.

The vampire speeds off without hesitation.

Prince Duncan walks over to Armenia and taps her delegate fair skinned face, “wake up.”

Armenia has lost too much blood and is too intoxicated to wake up.

Prince Duncan covers her with a bedsheet and picks her up to take her to his room.

In his room, he laid Armenia down on the black velvet day bed.  Prince Duncan goes to his on-suit bathroom to run himself a hot bath.  He took a hot bath while he waited for Armenia to wake up.

After his hot bath, he wrapped only his towel around his waist as he liked to sleep naked.  He walked over to where Armenia is still lying on the daybed and reach out to feel for a pulse. Touching her soft delegate skin makes his manhood stir.

Prince Duncan looked at her beautiful angelic soft face with rosy lips, her dark hair making her skin appear fairer than it is.

‘Must be the mate bond that makes her smell so good to me,’ Prince Duncan thinks as he reaches out and strokes her cheek, her scent reminding him of his favored time of the year, early Spring.

Prince Duncan feels his bones shifting against his will and before he could do anything about it his inner wolf took over.  Once completely shifted into his wolf form, out of control, he bites Armenia on her Levator Sculpae muscle; the curve of where her neck and shoulder meet.  Armenia snaps out of her intoxicated state and tries to fight the wolf off, screaming in pain.

‘No! What have I done!’ Prince Duncan yells at himself within because his wolf just claimed Armenia as his forever mate and once marked only death can separate them and even then, it is not always certain that the one staying behind will get over the lost love.

Prince Duncan takes hold of himself and shifts back into his human form, making Armenia think she is having a nightmare, seeing the transformation.

Armenia touches the part where she just got bitten, and flinch at the pain as tears run down her face, “this is not a dream.”

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Prince Duncan pleads, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist.

“You are a monster!” Armenia tries to get up from the day bed but stumbles as she is still too weak from the blood loss.

‘Send me a Vampire,’ Prince Duncan mind links one of his brothers.

It didn’t take long for a Vampire to hesitantly show up, knocking on the redwood door.

“Come in,” Prince Duncan demands.

Prince Duncan was one of the most ruthless Werewolves around and the oldest of the werewolf brothers.  Right now, the Lords are searching the world to find royal werewolf princesses for the werewolf brothers. Prince Duncan hated being fated as it weakened him, making him a love-sick puppy.

“Offer yourself to her so that she can regain the blood lost and seal lick her wound so that it can heal,” Prince Duncan demands.

The vampire bites open his wrist and offer it to Armenia, but she refuses, shaking her head and trying to crawl away.

“Compel her!” Prince Duncan demands.

“Drink,” the Vampire compels her.

While Armenia is drinking against her will the Vampire licks her wound so that his saliva can heal her wound.

Prince Duncan feels the jealously rising in him, watching the Vampire in her neck, “that is enough! Now compel her to always do as I say.”

After obeying Prince Duncan’s orders, the Vampire got out of there as fast as he could.

Armenia stands up and runs to the door but before she could reach it Prince Duncan stops her, “come to the bed.”

Armenia does as she is told and walks up to the bed wondering why she is doing it.

Prince Duncan sits on the bed and looks at her, all most in a trance unable to tear his eyes away from her beauty.  He reaches out and touches the tip of her fingertips, but she retracts her hand away from his.

"I am still a virgin, please don't do this. Please let me go," Armenia begs.

"You don't want to be with a prince?" he asks, full of himself.

"You are not a prince, you are a monster," Armenia says, tears running down her face.

"I assure you, I am a prince.  Perhaps not one of the human world but nonetheless, I am a prince," he says.

"Then in that case I do not wish to be with a prince, no matter what world he is from,"  Armenia says through tears, holding her arms over her exposed breast.

"Put your arms to your side," Prince Duncan says.  Armenia does as she is told.

“Don’t move,” Prince Duncan says, looking at her torn dress, her breast fully exposed. He wants to do nothing more than to make love to her right there and then, but he cannot imagine doing harm to his precious mate and resent the stupid mate bond.

Prince Duncan stands up and rips the dress off her body making her gasp in fear.