The Lycan King’s Warrior Mate

2: The night

Willow.

I was drowning but it was not because of the water. No, I had escaped that one but this is fear. In the man that has brought me close with a simple mind command. We had left the bonfire and now stood in the middle of a hut with no source of light but a tiny window.

His hands were rough as he touched me yet when they slid down my arms, to my waist and my thighs, I was almost delirious with the feeling. He was touching me in a possessive kind of way. Like claiming and I don’t have the strength to resist. It was too powerful to resist anyway.

I wanted this and I want to forget everything just for this moment. So I leaned heavily against him gulping his dangerous scent. It was smokey and dark and seasoned with something too deadly. Even though I feel drunk with the werewolf brew and all of him, I could sense him. He is no ordinary wolf you walk around. He is also not a rogue.

His fingers traced down my cheek lingering over the dried dirt still caking my face. I had run the entire night through the river and mud and now I stood in front of a stranger with so much desperation curling through me.

Light from the bonfire outside flickered through the window catching the edge of his jaw and his full sensuous lips. His eyes were dark as they burned through me like he was seeing my depth without trying. My hood still hung low concealing most of my face and he didn’t try to pull it back.

I should have pushed him away when his hands trailed down my breeches to an unknown yet dangerous territory. Instead I lean more, wanting to feel him all over me. I literally melted against him.

His hands slid around the curve of my waist pressing me agasint the heat of his body. I couldn’t see his face but I felt every muscle and restraint in the way he held me. The world blurred when his fingers dipped inside of me and my eyes widened when I felt myself being wet agasint his fingers.

“You’re cold.” He whispered as his fingers continued exploring me in places I had no idea hid so much pleasure.

I couldn’t tell if it was a question or statement so I just nodded. He made a quiet sound in his chest that felt like approval before he lifted me and carried me through the shadows in the hut. I felt myself getting lowered on something soft before his heavy weight settled on me and I dragged him closer.

I don’t remember what I said or if I had said anything but I remember the way his hands and lips had explored my body. The weight of his body agasint mine and the way he unraveled me piece after piece. I do remember his encouraging words and my own helpless purrs and moans for more.

I also remember the scent of him that was mixed with power, smoke and raw strength that left me wanting more. I also remember losing control for the first time in my life and I wanted to do more than just lose control.

I woke up the next morning all alone in a hut. My body was sore and the warmth I felt throughout the night was gone. My limbs felt heavy like I was flogged for going too far into the woods before I remembered that I ran away from the pack.

I sat up blinking and the room spin around me. My clock was draped over my face and I was still wearing my clothes that has wrinkled and shifted but it was intact.

A shiver ran down my spine because I don’t remember everything but remember enough at the same time. The rough hands all over my body, the deep voice and the commands that my body obeyed without a single hesitation. A creeping heat curled in my belly and I clamped my thighs together forcing the feeling away. I’m sore in between my thighs too.

Well, it wasn’t a dream after all.

I pushed myself to my feet ignoring the ache in my muscles and the lingering touch of him. I had no time. I didn’t stay to search for him or even look back because I started running for my life again. Goddess knows what entered me yesterday but it’s gone and I’m back on track.

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The days changed into nights as I continued to run through tje forest, towns and rivers that helped me wash away the scent of him. I should have felt safer and freer now that I have my freedom but I felt so much different. I’m not the same person that ran away from my pack many nights ago.

It wasn’t a mental feeling though, it was physical. It started with an ache in my stomach so deep that wouldn’t go away. I ignored it at first thinking it was exhaustion and hunger but it keeps getting worse. The scent of raw meat -a fox I caught earlier- made me want to gag. It never happened before.

One night I collapsed on my knees clutching my stomach as realization slammed into me with so much force. I didn’t have to have many more symptoms to know what is going on with my body. A shaky breath escaped my lips as the realization dawned on me. I’m pregnant with a stranger’s child!

I felt like throwing up but there was nothing in my stomach. I pressed my hand to my stomach and all I felt was warmth. I was confused and lost but with my hand in my chest, I feel something I haven’t felt in years. Hope.

I didn’t have to continue running for a long time because I found Mira deep in the forest hidden in her small cottage behind thick vines and spells. Mira is the only witch frined I had ever trusted as a werewolf. I don’t have friends in my pack because they don't like my father as the alpha.

Mira stepped out and took one look at my face and body before she saw everything written there. I don’t have to tell her what was going on. She came forward and embraced me in a much needed hug.

“You’re staying.” She simply said dragging me towards the cottage.

For months I stayed with her and didn’t stop training my body to stay strong and keep myself from growing too attached to the small life inside me. But the moment she was born with her silvery eyes and a soft cry that shattered every wall inside, I knew I would give her everything.

Even if it meant leaving her behind for her own safety.

“Are you really sure about this Lo?” Mira asked as she held my daughter close to her chest.

No.. I’m not sure about it but I nodded at her.

“If I take her, you won’t come back until you’re strong enough to protect her. Until you are fully ready.” She said like a warning and her eyes narrowed knowing that is the motivation I needed.

“I will be.” I clenched my jaw staring at my daughter’s jet black. I’ll come back for her as a better mother and that is a promise.

That night I left for Nightshade War Institute even though it wasn’t easy. It is the infamous academy where only brutal and strongest warriors or alphas survive. No woman has ever stepped foot inside the academy but me. Mira made sure I was the first but I’ll make sure I’m not the last.

Mira helped disguise my scene, cast glamor over my features and made my voice rougher. My body was already strong because I’ve trained my whole life. The illusion wasn’t perfect but as long as I fought hard enough, they wouldn't ever question me. I know I’m sure to be a great fighter too.

The training yard stretched for miles and it’s filled with the clash of swords and the scent of blood and sweat and testosterone. It is a tower stone with halls leading to dormitories, war rooms, armories and other places I haven’t explored on my first day.

Most of the warriors watched me with deadly eyes trying to size me up and intimidate me. The only disadvantage I will have here is my small stature that Mira couldn’t do anything to conceal. That would make them think they have the upper hand. But they don’t.

“Fresh meat.” One of them said with a snarl and he looks like an older recruit.

I met his gaze with my chin lifted. I have trained my entire life for this moment, the moment to become stronger than a frightened girl running from her fate. I let my lips curl into a smirk I have mastered for a while after spending time with the men in my pack.

“Let’s see if you can chew.” I said then lunged for a fight that I barely won. What mattered was that I won and secured my position !