His Princess of Darkness

Lyra's POV I am not quite sure when it happened, I mean the exact minute, but I don’t hate myself. I don't like myself either, I am just me. Spoiled youngest daughter of Russian vampire king Kirill, or as I call him Papa. I am just over a hundred years old, well 106 actually, and I just hate what I was born into. I have no want for power, no need to be better, my sister Evanka and brother Vladimir have that sorted. My brother will eventually take over from our father and my sister is already tied off to some guy from the Spanish noble family. Nope, not me. I would rather be banished than sold off for the sake of a treaty. In my father’s eyes I should act properly like a noble princess. I mean what kind of noble feeds off a f*****g human. We are the number one predator, we are faster, we are stronger and well we are made to take what we want first on the food chain. That was a joke, as soon as the world became aware of the supernatural’s we became like second class citizens, registered and tracked like f*****g criminals. I was sent to this god forsaken country to have time out and learn how to control my temper and s****l appetite. That bit made me laugh, I mean I like to f**k always have its built into us. To be brutally honest I haven't been satisfied in that department for quite some time. I hate this f*****g country, I mean land of the free, that's a joke in itself. I was shipped to my mother’s old nest, that's what we call where we live. It is much like a pack that the wolves live in. My father is a powerful man in Russia with a lot of businesses and if I was a male I would be allowed to run them but as a female he wants me to be settled down as a doting wife. Well let’s just say that's how this situation ended up happening. Deciding to rebel against my own family and set up in competition was not my best idea but it was fun to watch them try to figure out who I was. Until I let my guard down one night while f*****g someone I shouldn’t have, and they snooped when my back was turned. Well, it was fun while it lasted, probably not worth the consequences of being sent to this place. My father sent a guard with me, Nickoli, at the moment I am getting ready to go out to play on my new motorbike. I have been getting lectured for the past half hour on how I should not be riding a motorbike, it’s not proper, and how my father had purchased a range rover for me. Give me strength this fucker is worse than my father, that will be the last time I f**k him! As I continue to get ready I tune him out as I put on my signature bright red lipstick in the mirror, I step back to take myself in. I am 5 '9 with a slim frame, small waist and nice hips. My porcelain white skin and short black hair in a sharp bob and red eyes makes me stand out. Black skin tight jeans, black vest top, long black boots and black leather jacket. I am ready. Turning to leave I pick up my helmet, I almost make it to the door before Tessa my mother’s elder sister catches me. f**k, she is worse than either of my parents, she lost her s**t yesterday when my bike was delivered. I do get a slight satisfaction out of pissing her off, stuck up b***h. “Lyra, where do you think you are going?” She demands from the lounge doorway. Rolling my eyes I spin on my heels, “Aunt Tessa, you look lovely today.” I try, it always worked with my mother. “Cut the s**t Lyra, I am not my sister. That crap won’t work, where are you going?” f**k this b***h is hard to deal with. “I am going out on my new motorbike; I'll be back before dawn.'' She narrows her eyes at me, but before she can say any more I shoot out the door. I know I'll pay for that later, so I better make it worth it I think to myself. As I take in the brand new shiny Fireblade bike a thrill runs through me, and I can't wait to feel the freedom of riding a bike like this. Some of the maids had mentioned a bar not too far from here that supernatural’s own and drink in. They did say mostly wolves but right now I just need to let my hair down so to speak. Feeling my bike roar to life has my excitement kicking in, never know I might find someone half decent to f**k. Never have I ever done a wolf, might be fun even though we are natural enemies. Spotting the bar was easy, it was the only thing on a straight road for around thirty miles. There was a huge amount of bikes outside, mostly choppers and Harleys but hey bikes are bikes right? Wrong Lyra, the minute I walk into the bar I feel the shift in the air. Wolves, and only wolves are in this bar. Well, this should be fun I think as I walk towards the bar, s**t these wolves are huge and sexy as hell. I can feel all the eyes on me even the women are checking out the stranger. I have never been into females but even I have to admit these shifter females are hot as hell. The bartender was a huge guy with a sharp eye and covered in tattoos, with a scar running through his left eyebrow. “How can I help you little lady?” He says in his gruff voice. “Vodka, please” I almost laughed at the look of surprise on his face, probably my accent. “Coming up!” He says as he places the glass down in front of me and free pours the clear liquid. “Long way from home?” He says more as a question than a statement. He seems friendly and if I wanted a place to escape to this place can't hurt. “Staying with family” I say with the friendliest smile I could muster. “We don't normally get your type in here, but welcome I am Jared.” He says as he offers me his huge, tattooed hand. I take his hand and grin at him. “By my type you mean Russians?” He barks out a laugh that has me properly smiling, “Lyra, I am Lyra. Pleased to meet you Jared.” He smiles at me showing his white straight teeth, his dark hazel eyes sparkle with mischief as he takes his hand back. As I make myself comfortable on the bar stool I take in the bar and people that are in it. The place isn't fancy and it's a far cry from the places back home, but I do like it. It’s full of mostly men, a few females but not many. There is a pool table in the corner, two guys are deep in concentration focusing on their game. The two females with them seem to be keeping an eye on me. As I go to take a sip of my drink I raise it to them with a smile. I guess they aren't quite as friendly as Jerad. Turning back to Jared I notice him in conversation with a guy at the other end of the bar, I can tell they are talking about me. No shock there then, it’s in peoples nature to be curious. Once the guy at the end of the bar stands up I can get a better look at him, he’s a wolf I can tell he is ranked by his aura. Not an alpha, possibly Beta or gamma. He’s huge, messy blonde hair and blue eyes, he’s easy on the eye but not my type. Jared put a drink in front of me; I give him a questioning look. He just points to the guy who is now making his way towards me. I turn in my bar stool to face the now seriously close stranger, who is looking at me as if he could eat me. Pardon the pun, I know vampire’s eat humans ha ha. He just stares down at me with lust filled eyes. “Can I help you?” I ask with a smirk on my face, before I take a drink. He squints his eyes at me for a minute as if sizing me up. “Sure, you can help me out Princess.” he says in a deep voice that on any other day would have made my panties drop but the sound of being called a princess pissed me off. “I ain't no princess!” Is all I say as I turn back to the bar and my drink. I can feel the heat coming off him as he steps closer. “I seem to have upset you. My apologies, I am Atlas.” Putting my drink down I turn back to him, look him up and down in the same manner he did me. “Well hello Atlas, I am Lyra.” I say lingering on the R with my thick Russian accent.