Monster Queen: The Ex Mate is Back For Revenge

It Was Her

... Damien's Pack

Damien walked down the corridors to his study with long powerful strides. He was a six-foot-five-inches-tall man with sharp gray eyes that could see through lies and shams.

He had short raven hair and a muscular physique that most men would gladly sell their soul for. He exuded a comfortable aura that betrayed the lethal seriousness inside his gray orbs.

He was the Alpha of the Moonshield Pack, one of the current elite pack. He was a Lycan wolf, the last descendant of a rare and almost forgotten race of werewolves.

And for nine years, he had led his pack with honor and wisdom. He dictated to them with a strong hand, making them prosperous and taking them from the sixth rank to the first rank.

As he navigated the turns and corners of his palace, his mind was elsewhere, occupied by the persistent thoughts of a certain woman.

It had been three weeks, and yet he could still not bring himself to forget her.

Cyra.

The woman he had hurt walked out with hurtful words.

He sighed and brought his hands to his hair. He gently ran his right fingers through it. His jaw tightened as the memory of that night flooded his mind.

It was the fateful night that he discovered Cyra was his mate.

He remembered how he had met her at a bar, and they had kissed. Desire had led them on a noose until they were in a hotel room, a mess of tangled limbs, indulging in fleshy pleasures.

His wolf had stirred the moment he was in her, recognizing her as the one, his mate. But something was amiss because he had not been able to sense her wolf.

He did not mark her.

They got lost in the delight of love-making. They basked in the sweetness of the strokes of love until they reached the peak. And when they had orgasm, it felt like nothing else mattered.

She had fallen asleep in his arms, weak and tired from all of their shenanigans. And he had waited to apprehend her for her strange wolf in the morning.

But when the morning had come, he had seen it -the mark.

All through the twenty-eight years of his life, Damien had been chased by a prophecy, once foretold by the seers of the past.

The prophecy claimed that a woman would come to him, and she would be carrying both human and supernatural blood. And, she will either bring salvation or destruction to the entire supernatural world.

His mission was to kill her without a chance and stop her from ever becoming whatever she could, whether good or evil.

For years, he had yet to meet the woman from this prophecy, until Cyra.

And at that moment, when he had seen the black mark on her left shoulder, it felt like a curse.

The black crescent moon on her left shoulder was exactly like the one which had been described in the ancient prophecy.

And when he had touched it with his magic ring, it glowed a strong emerald green.

He had been too shocked to speak, too disoriented. And he had done the only thing sane that he could do. He had turned and left.

Damien reached the studies. He pushed the door open and stepped into the warm room. He shut the door behind him and leaned heavily against it.

The prophecy had plagued him his entire life, since his childhood. He had been continually warned of the woman who was to come.

And now, she is here.

He had been raised to believe that the moment he found her, he had to kill her as it was the only way to ensure that chaos did not have a chance to consume their world.

Yet, he had left her alive simply because she was his mate.

He had put the world in jeopardy due to his selfish desires.

Damien walked up to his leather chair and took a seat behind his large desk, his fingers gripping the armrests tightly.

When he had returned to his pack that morning, he had instantly sent for Seline, the pack witch, because she was the only one that he could trust with that secret.

Seline quickly heeded his summons.

"I met the woman from the prophecy last night," Damien had told her the instant she arrived.

"You did?" Seline had asked in slight disbelief.

He nodded.

Seline had gone silent for a moment before exhaling. “Then, you know what to do.”

Damien had instantly stiffened.

He knew.

He had always known.

But he could not do it.

"I can not," he had informed Seline as he thought of Cyra. His wolf stirred in his chest, growling at him not to hurt their mate.

"Why?" Seline demanded. "You have to prevent the entire world from her impending chaos."

"I know Seline, I know," he said with an exasperated breath. "But, she is my mate."

His words had instantly hung in the air. Seline's eyes widened in disbelief.

“You mean to tell me that the woman from the prophecy is your mate?” Seline asked in shock.

“Yes,” Damien said.

“And how are you certain?” she pressed. "You could have been mistaken," she continued.

Damien clenched his jaw.

"No, there was no mistake. "I saw it on the left side of her back, the black crescent," he murmured.

"It could have been just a birthmark in the same spot, a coincidence," she said.

He shook his head.

"Seline, I swear, I wish it was. "But it was not!" he said as his chest constricted in pain. "The instant I touched it, my ring just began to glow emerald."

Seline gasped in shock. She studied him with her piercing gaze, her orbs searching his.

" I need to see her. ""I need to confirm this," she told him. "It could have been anything!" The ring could have reacted because she was your mate."

Damien had sighed, turning away from her, lost.

"I hope so Seline, I do. But I do have men tracking her. They will find her soon."

A few days later, Seline and Damien stood outside the library where Crya worked. He could see her vividly from the open windows.

She was arranging books on the high shelves, reaching them on a ladder, completely unaware that she was being watched.

Valen had roared to life inside of him, aggressive, urging him to go to their mate. He wanted them to hold her, to mark her, to claim her and to possess her.

Besides him, Seline closed her eyes and began to chant. Her lie mumbles became more and more intense until he could hear nothing but strange jargons coming out of her mouth.

And then, she turned to him, her eyes clear and white. He was startled for only a moment.

"It is her," she said to Damien in a voice that was not her own, possessed by something.

"Are you certain?" He pressed, forgetting that she was in a trance.

"Inside of her lay an unexplored power with which she should either bring salvation or destruction to the entire world. Chaos will follow after her and the world will end in ruins if she is not eliminated."

“She does not seem to know who she is, does she?” he asked.

“No,” she admitted. “She has no idea because her powers are still dormant for now.”

"Will it ever awaken?" Damien had asked her.

Seline was quiet for a while. "If she is never triggered, the power will never awaken. And no one will ever find her. But if it does..." She allowed her voice to trail off.

“It will make things more complicated,” Damien finished for her. Complicated was even an understatement.

"If her power falls into the wrong hands, it could be fatal," Seline said to him as her eyes returned to normal.

"What shall I do, Seline?" he asked her. "I want to protect my mate."

"Stay away from her. Let her continue to live like a human. In that way, no one would ever find out about her."

The words seared into his mind. And though it hurt, he knew that it had to be that way.

He had to force himself to stay away because no matter how much his wolf wanted her, she was dangerous.

She was a threat to the supernatural world.

It was either that or he killed the woman whose fate was to harm the supernatural world.

And he had made a choice.

It was the choice that would change everything.

He has chosen to keep her safe.

A sharp knock on the door of the study room brought him right back to reality.

“Come in,” he said.

The door opened and his beta, Tobias, came in.

"What is it, Tobias?"

“The elders are waiting for you, my lord,” he said.

Damien exhaled, nodding his head tiredly. “I will be there soon.”

Tobias hesitated. “You have been distracted lately. "Is there anything a problem, my lord?” he asked him with a concerned look.

Damien forced a smile. “I am handling it, you do not have to worry about me.”

Tobias gave a slow nod before he turned and left.

Damien closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. He stood to his feet and walked out of the study, towards the meeting hall.

There was no time.