Mated To A Lycan Prince

3. Rejection

'Mine.'

'Ours'

'Kiss him'

'Get him to us'

Those were the words my wolf kept muttering in my head. But I also seem to have lost it all. Nothing makes sense anymore.

My senses seem to have taken a will of their own. Somehow, I just can't seem to move or take my eyes off the man before me. His golden orbs were nothing I've ever seen like. Jeering. Soul searching. Beautiful.

"Are you okay?" He asked again, perhaps noticing I was not in my senses anymore.

"Ahh, I think so," I replied softly, wiping away some of the tears that were yet to dry from my face. "But my head hurts."

"Let me have a look," he placed his warm hand on my right cheek and raised aloft my face. Brushing away my blond hair from my face, he scanned for any injuries on my forehead. "It might be from the shock, but I don't see anything there..." His words drifted as he placed a finger on my cut lips. "Who did this?" I heard him growl, and my wolf whimpered in anticipation.

"I...I..."

"Just answer the damn question! Who did this?" He roared, making me wince at the effects.

"Him," I replied, pointing towards the dead man.

"s**t!" He strode away, kicked the dead man on and on and on while yelling angrily. I simply cannot seem to understand why he was that infuriated.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have given you an easy death!" He kicked him again. And again.

"We both know he can't hear you. He can't feel it. He's gone already. It's fine."

"But you're not fine," he whirled, yet again, his gaze pinning me and making my belly wobble over and over. I was wholly losing it before he had even said anything. Perhaps, he had no idea I was even his mate.

"You have your lips split into two and that, that isn't okay with me." Something in his eyes flickered, making me shiver yet again.

However, I do not even know if he knew what I was to him. Or if he was only pretending not to. But why would he pretend? Aren't all werewolves thrilled when they finally meet their mates?

"Why are you acting this way? You don't even know me and..."

"I know enough since you're my mate." My words caught in my throat. I had no idea when he had walked over and kneeled before me, or when he tilted my head to look at him. I only found myself staring deep into his golden orbs. My stomach swiveled. He knew.

"You knew," I mumbled, closing my eyes as his hands stroked my bare neck.

"Since the moment I set my eyes on you," his voice dropped a bit, and his eyes had a strange look in them, but then he moved back quickly. "Can you stand up?"

"Yeah," I nodded, pushing off from the dirtied ground. I felt dizzy, the ground appeared as though it would gobble me up.

"Here, let me help you." He took both of my hands and then picked me up. "Where do you live?"

"I don't want to go back just yet," I replied, thinking back to what I had left behind. Although I don't feel the pain I had felt at first, because I was overcome with a new feeling completely, I was still not ready to go back. I don't know how to start explaining to Mother Tanny what had happened. After all, she had warned me to stay away from him.

I look up to find his eyes trail slowly across my face, and I see his eyes darken even more as his gaze stopped on my lips. "You smell like them." He sniffed, then dropped me back to the ground.

"Is that the only place you're hurt?" 

I nodded. "I am..."

His vociferous growl stopped me from completing the words in my throat. It was then I noticed that the branches and dried twigs had cut me a lot. Some parts even have blood oozing from them.

"You reek of their smell, and you have wounds all over your body," he snarled, eyeing my body up and down.

I pulled my knees up, cautious of where one of the wolves had torn forcefully just around my breast, and covered it with my knees.

However, he pulled my knees down. Then slowly, brought out a cloth from the pocket of the black tunic he wore and started wiping off the blood.

"What are you doing here at this time of the night?"

"I...I...I didn't know I had come this far." I simply replied, keeping my head down and avoiding his soul-searching gaze.

"I hate that you have their scent on you," yet again, another growl, before he unbuttoned his tunic and wrapped it around me. "This should take it off and make you warm."

"Thank you," I tightened my hold on the tunic, taking in his scent that seemed to calm my wolf down and bring her alive.

"What is your name?"

"Anastasia."

He stared at me for a moment. I wish I knew what was going through his mind, or what he was thinking. But nothing. Moments later, he looked away.

"You can call me...oh, don't bother. It's not worth it."

"But you're my ma..."

"Don't you dare finish that!" The harshness in his voice made me coil back a little. But then, he sighed and touched my cheeks with his warm hands that always seem to do bad things to me. Then he continued cleaning the blood.

'Mine'

Another growl from my wolf. I had never communicated with my wolf. Ever since the first painful shift, she hadn't resurfaced again, making it hard to communicate with her even if I wanted to. But now, I could feel her. Feel her energy. Feel the bond of her trying to get his wolf too.

"There, you look better now." He moved back, searching to see if there's anything more. "I'll take you somewhere safe if you're not ready to go home. Is that fine?"

I nodded again cursing myself for acting so stupid before him. It was as though my vocal speech had vanished ever since he showed up. I cannot seem to make up few words and say to him.

He picked me up, cradling me closer into his bare hard chest. I inhaled his scent again, somehow, it felt a little bit different from the earthy scent I had inhaled at the beginning. Here, he smelled of musk and sweat, and it made my senses go highway.

I found myself burying my face into him even more, willing for his scent to overcome my remaining senses and all.

"You need to stop doing that before something happens." I heard him say. His voice low and deep.

"I'm sorry," I whispered but pushing my face into him even more.

He hissed. And that seems to make me stop.

Suddenly, he stopped before a cave with a light burning from the inside. We stepped in, and I noticed that the light was from the fire burning at the center of the cave.

A white animal skin had been spread on the ground, and there were bunches of grapes at the side and meat. Seeing them made me remember how hungry I was.

He dropped me slowly, moved back the spoke up.

"This should help until you feel better," I saw his eyes shift a bit, his jaw working around while his hands tightened into a fist.

"There is a shortcut behind you that will lead you back to the village. Leave as soon as it's morning. I do not want you here when I come back."

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"I, Tyler Cathwulf Daciana, the prince of the Lycans, reject you Anastasia as my mate."

He was a Lycan. And he had just rejected me.