The Lost Lycan Princess: Breeder for the King

Marked

Chapter 2

Neraml Pov

That is impossible, Alpha.

"Diego laughed from the front seat. His dark eyes flickered in the rearview mirror.

"The Volkov line was slaughtered to the last pup twenty years ago. She cannot possibly be the one.

Look at her. She is a broken, weak omega."

Pavel did not laugh.

His jaw locked. The muscles in his neck strained under his tailored shirt. He released the torn fabric of my dress like my skin had burned his fingers, leaning back against the leather seat.

"You think I do not know that?" Pavel growled. The deep vibration of his Alpha tone rattled the tinted windows of the SUV.

I scrambled backward. My spine hit the opposite door.

I pulled the shredded fabric up over my shoulder, trying to hide the jagged crown birthmark.

"Asya branded you." Pavel stated it as a cold, hard fact. He poured himself another glass of amber liquid, his movements sharply controlled. He did not even look at me.

"Your pathetic excuse for a pack realized you were a barren, useless omega. They carved that mark into your flesh to make you look exotic. To bump up your breeder price."

"I was born with it," I whispered. My throat felt like sandpaper. "It is just a birthmark."

Pavel scoffed. The sound was entirely devoid of warmth. "Omegas do not carry the blood of Lycan Kings.

You do not even have a wolf. I cannot smell a single drop of power on you. You smell like fear and dirty scrub water."

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat. I wanted to look away from his piercing ice-blue eyes, but the sheer dominance rolling off his body forced me to keep eye contact. The air in the cabin was growing dangerously thick with his pheromones.

"I did not ask you to buy me," I said softly.

The air in the car turned instantly freezing. The driver choked on his next breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight.

Pavel set his glass down. He moved so fast my human eyes could not track him.

In a split second, his massive frame was hovering over me. His knees bracketed my thighs on the seat. His large, calloused hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pinning me flush against the window.

"You do not speak unless spoken to," Pavel murmured.

His face was inches from mine. The heavy scent of pine and winter storms flooded my senses, suffocating me.

"You are an object I purchased. A vessel to carry my heir. Nothing more."

Tears pricked my eyes. I refused to let them fall. "Then let me go."

"I paid fifty million for a breeder," he replied dangerously, his thumb pressing hard into my racing pulse point.

"I am going to get my money's worth. Even if I have to break every bone in your frail body to make your wolf submit."

"Alpha," Diego interrupted nervously.

"We are crossing the territory borders into the Blood Moon lands."

"Keep driving," Pavel ordered without breaking eye contact with me.

He leaned closer. His cold nose brushed against the skin of my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling violently as he inhaled my scent. I expected him to pull away in disgust.

Instead, he froze.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated deep in his chest. It did not sound angry. It sounded hungry.

"Open your eyes," Pavel commanded.

I slowly fluttered them open. His pupils had blown wide, swallowing the blue and turning his irises almost completely black.

The Alpha wolf inside him was entirely present, looking right at me.

"You are hiding something," he whispered. His voice was hoarse.

"Your scent just changed. Beneath the dirt... there is something else."

"I do not know what you mean," I panicked. I tried to push against his solid chest, but it was like pushing a concrete wall.

"Let us test a theory, little omega." Pavel smirked. It was a cruel, heartless expression that made my blood run cold.

"A true Lycan royal heals in seconds. A fake bleeds out."

Before I could process his words, his eyes flashed a brilliant, deadly gold. He opened his mouth, and two elongated, razor-sharp fangs descended over his bottom lip.

"No," I gasped, thrashing against his heavy grip.

"Hold still," he ordered. His grip on my neck tightened like a vice, leaving me completely paralyzed.

"If you are a useless fake, you will die right here. If you are the lost princess... you will survive my bite."

He buried his fangs deeply into the crook of my neck.