When His Mate Emerges

Chapter 2

Estella’s POV

Was I seeing things?

I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to breathe as I tried to calm myself and opened my eyes again.

It was really him

I had always been afraid of Xander’s father—everyone was. He wasn’t just the Lycan. The highest level of wolves, but he had legends.

The whispers said that every full moon, the Lycan King sacrificed a virgin she-wolf to maintain his cursed power.

A monster.

Yet, I had never felt more drawn to a man.

Cold water, soaked through my tattered lingerie, raising goosebumps on my skin.

I was injured.

Pain throbbed through every inch of me. But even worse, my body burned.

A fire coiled low in my belly, desire spreading like wildfire through my veins.

Heat.

I gulped, knowing this started the moment I saw Lycan Darius .

My thighs clench involuntarily.

“Mate.” His low growl cut through the roar of the waterfall as he began to make his way to me.

Through my lust addled mind, a last jolt of panic went through me.

What the hell was I doing? My heart stuttered as my mind reeled.

His mate? Impossible. I was hybrid with no wolf. And

I was promised to his son. I was engaged to Xander before—

A shadow cut over me. The dark smoky wood hit me. His scent. Like ash. Oud. Something animalistic. It clouded my senses.

Lycan Darius.

His golden eyes locked on me, glowing like embers in the dim light.

His huge hands gripping my shoulders and pinning me down.

"Please," I whimpered, fear twisting with the fire in my blood. "Don't kill me."

His eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent.

He leaned in, his hot breath fanning my neck. "How about beg me?"

Before I could protest, his mouth crashed against mine. Rough. Demanding. His tongue forced past my lips, tasting of salt and wild hunger.

His hands caressed my spring-soaked lingerie. "So beautiful..." he growled softly, then tore the fabric with his claws.

The thin lace shredded immediately, exposing my breasts to the cold air.

My n*****s were already hard, begging for his touch.

“Please,” I mewed, Unable to take it anymore.

He latched one n****e with a growl.

The heat against my sensitive skin made my back arch.

His mouth claims my breast, tongue circling before his teeth nip at the peak. The sting makes me gasp, but the pleasure crashes right after, flooding me.

My fingers tangled in his wet hair. I couldnt not think. Could barely breathe as my hips bucked.

The hard muscle of his thigh pressed between my legs made me shiver. I moved. Feverish and seeking the friction.

"f**k," Lycan Darius swore, and in a smooth motion, his hand slid down, shoving my skirt up.

A last warning bell rang in my head.

This was still my fiancée’s father.

If I were going to stop. It’d be now.

But then his fingers found my soaked panties, and I lost all thoughts.

“Pl...Please,” My voice shaking. “I’m Xander’s girlfri—ah!”

He ripped my panties off, and two thick fingers plunged into my p***y without warning.

He gave me a dark smile, “ You thought I didn’t recognize you? Little Vixen?”

My walls clenched around his fingers and a small breath left my lips. I need—

The Alpha watched me. His molten eyes darkened with need as I reached for his hand and began to move them.

His eyes turned feral.

My eyes fluttered close as he pumped them deep. His thumb circling my c**t and drawing out slick sounds that mixed with my breathy moans.

"You're burning for ME," he rasped. "My mate. MINE."

A shiver ran down my spine with every thrust of his hand. My orgasm built fast.

Coiling as he curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside. His other hand pinched down on my n****e and I shattered.

Over and over again, I moaned. My body convulsing and shaking as c*m flooded his palm.

But he didn't stop. Not even close. The Alpha withdrew his fingers, slick with my release, and I swallowed.

For a moment, I thought he’d raise them to my lips.

But then he brought it down and smeared it over his c**k.

Goddess, it was massive.

My mouth went dry as it was shiny with pre-cum..

It was thick, veined, and standing rigid from his body. I though he would positioned himself at my entrance but he didn’t.

He put it right between my breats, the heat bouncing on my chest.

“So you’re still a……virgin?”

"Darius—" My words died as he made one brutal push, sending a pleasure down to my core.

It was shameful when I found myself wet again.

My core wanted to be caressed, wanted some hard thing to fill in. I couldn’t help but reach down until he caught my hand.

“I got you, my star.” He grasped my hand, placing it over my core, while rubbing his member against my breasts and abdomen.

I could almost smell, even taste, that salty, musky scent.

He quickened his pace, until I heard his final roar. Hot liquid spurted over my body.

Sparks exploded behind my eyes as I came again.

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DARIUS’s POV

The curse haunted me. A raging beast in my blood.

When it came today, I'd chained myself here, at the base of the falls, where the water ran cold and was laced with the healer's herbs.

It helped. Dulling the edge, just enough to keep the monster restrained.

But never fully. My c**k ached constantly, hard and throbbing, a cruel reminder of what I craved but couldn't have. Not without dooming another soul.

I sank deeper into the pool, chains rattling against the rocks as water numbed my skin.

My wolf paced in my mind, restless. He needed release. A mate.

But I'd lost that hope years ago, after the curse took hold.

Suddenly, I heard a splash.

My head snapped up immediately.

Who—

Blood red lace.

My wolf jolted as I spotted her. A young woman fell from the cliff above and crashed into the current.

The light smell of roses hit me, and my wolf surged forward.

Mine. The growl echoed in my chest, primal and sure.

My chest jolted in shock.

My Mate? After all this time?

My wolf took over and I lunged.

Fuck she was beautiful.

Even from here, her pale neck invited me as she clawed her way to shore and collapsed in a heap.

My c**k twitched, straining against the cold.

“MATE.” My wolf growled, unable to hold back.

She turned, and her eyes widened in recognition then shock.

I was stunned too.

Estella.

Xander's fiancée.

I knew her name. Knew this brunette beauty belonged to my adopted son. Xander.

Xander wasn’t my real son. He was my childhood best friend’s son.

Some rogues attacked me and he died saving me. Giving his life for mine. So, I took in his son. Xander was practically a prince with all the power and position as if he were my blood son.

I knew Xander was a playboy, but I mostly stayed out of his affairs. I barely even attended the ridiculous, lavish engagement party he threw, but I had seen her face—when he bragged about her photos.

I never expected that my mate would be my son’s fiancée.

But it didn't matter at all. My wolf didn't care for politics. She was mine. Destined.

The only thing i knew was that she was moaning for me and her heat was calling to me.

She needed this as much as I did.

Her lips parted on a gasp, and I devoured her.

Her beautiful body, her sweet scent...that soul-stirring pull, unlike any encounter I’ve had before.

I wanted to claim her immediately... but my curse, I couldn’t guarantee if mating will kill her.

She's even still a virgin.

I fu*cked with my fingers, savoring every thread of her fear and desire.

She tasted like fear and fire.

She tried to shake her head, but her body told the truth.

Her hands pulled my hair as she screamed cumming hard.

When my liquid covered her body, it nearly drove me insane.

She was my son’s fiancée. But I simply wanted her.

Needed all of her.