The Red Lycan

Chapter 6

I was ecstatic at his words. I was his first, making his just as unsure and afraid as me. He saw my face scrunched in surprise and his expression looked crestfallen.

I sat up on my knees and turned to him. “I am glad I’m your first, because.. You’re my first too. I know Charlie’s words must have you confused, but I was never ever intimate or anything with him, or anyone else.”

Zane’s eyes met mine, glistening with hope and excitement. He pulled me in for a hug and I complied immediately. It felt right laying in his arms.

I remembered my earlier thoughts about becoming a Queen, and in the spirit of honesty I decided to voice my fears.

“Zane.. Since we are being honest there is something I would like to talk about. I’m actually a little terrified about becoming the Queen. It’s so much responsibility and I’m totally unprepared for that role.”

He drew circles on my back and I instantly relaxed

“I get it. It’s a lot to take in, but we have help. We have the council, the elders and my parents. They can guide us if needed, and they ruled for two centuries..”

I got out of his grip and sat up straight

“How old are you?” I was flabbergasted

I was his mate and hadn’t even taken the time to ask basic questions about him and his life

He chuckled “I’m 125 years old”

Goddess.. I knew lycans could get old, but thats.. Wow. I thought

By his smirk and c****d eyebrow I knew I must look ridiculous

“There is something else you should know, Davina” He pondered “After we mark and mate each other.. Your wolf will most likely become a lycan.”

I didn’t know how to feel about this information. I knew I wanted to be with him, but I’ve been a werewolf my entire life, and becoming a lycan would mean a big part of me would change.

I would age much slower, my healing would accelerate and all my senses would be heightened. There is defensive more pro’s than con’s of becoming a lycan, but it still terrifies me.

“I don’t know if I’m ready yet. I’m definitely not ready to mate, we saw that this morning.. What would happen to my wolf?” I asked in a whisper

“She would still be there, only.. different.” He replied

I nodded and mulled it over a few times in my head

“We should get back. We have to leave tomorrow and go back to the palace”

I gave him a hug and said “thank you” for everything he had done today. The ride back felt shorter that before, even though we technically were further away. My body craved a good shower and sleep.

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Zane POV

I was relieved when she told me she was a virgin, in every way. My beast relaxed instantly and his craving for the blood of those who had touched her subsided a little.

I was still angry as hell about the whole situation with Charlie, and had every intention of getting him banished from her previous pack.

Being a rouge is in some ways worse than death. You are not allowed access to any pack territory, and is easily picked out as being an outcast. Every pack has a scent and when you are totally linked with the pack your own scent mixes with the packs scent, and since rouges haven’t got a pack they smell almost neutral.

My Beta and best friend, Justin, had taken responsibility over the Crescent Moon pack while I was away and the council hade ruled over the kingdom.

He mindlinked me a few times yesterday and reported that there were some matters that needed my attention. But right now Davina were higher in my list of priorities. I heard her fight with Ariana and knew she might need me.

Being King was utterly exhausting at times. What I said to Davina about getting guidance from the others were true, but a lot of decisions fell solely on my shoulders.

I have searched for my mate for the last fifty years, and now that I have finally found my Queen I hope ruling over all werewolves won’t be as lonely.

My father stepped down fifteen years ago, which is early for a lycan of his age. As far as I know the oldest lycan is 800 years old, and my father is the young age of 300.

Davina walked out of the bathroom and snapped me out of my thoughts. She looked like a goddess. She’s petite but fit, with delicious curves in all the right places. Her fair skin is smooth and soft, and her long blond hair was now neatly tucked into a towel.

Beautiful. Was all I could think

Her bright blue eyes found mine and she smiled.

“Can I borrow a shirt from you? My lotion broke in the bag and stained all my clothes” she asked sheepishly

I felt myself get hard at the thought of her sleeping in my clothes. I swallowed the lump in my throat, reminding myself that she wasn’t ready.

I got up and grabbed one of my shirts before handing it to her. She went back into the bathroom, the door was slightly ajar and I accidentally saw her naked body in the mirror.

My d**k got painfully hard again and my beast paced in my head. He wanted to pound her relentlessly over and over again, not stopping until she screamed my name in pleasure and came all over us.

Even though I too was a virgin I still had an imagination, and it was running wild by now. All kinds of erotic images displayed itself in my mind, and I knew I needed a cold shower to get back in control.

When she was done with her nighttime routine I went straight into the bathroom and turned the water as cold as I could muster.