Lycan's Imposter Luna

Idris~10

I looked at the empty bowl in my hand and sighed. “I thought Mrs. Zoya said the path to a person’s heart is through their stomach? It’s been a week. Why doesn't Saira still like me?”

“I think that old woman is playing with us. Idris, think of another way. Don’t girls like jewelry? Buy Saira the prettiest and most expensive jewels. She might fall for you.” Malko suggested.

“You forget, Mal. Our girl is the only daughter of Malivik Usan. She must’ve seen more jewels than we can imagine.” I dumped the bowl in the sink and headed to my office. Better get some paperwork done.

As the Lycan Heir of the Pacific Sea, looking after the clan business wasn't an easy task. Every elder in the clan had me under observation, waiting for me to make a mistake. The Raed Enterprise was involved in fishery, natural oil, and salt production. It also had a little hand in pearl collection, shipbuilding, and boats. However, the main source of the clan's income came from the fresh fish we shipped to other countries, and the oil and salt we produced from the ocean.

It was an exhausting task to look after such a huge business. I had to check the shipments for quality control, oversee their shipment, and confirm the correct order and quality with the companies in partnership with us after they received their order. If something went wrong along the way, I, not the clan, had to take responsibility for the loss.

And that was when the possibility of losing my status wasn't added to the repercussions of making a mistake.

After making an unknown number of calls and confirming the shipment from last week was safely delivered in good condition, I signed off the documents and checked online to make sure the company made their payment.

Thankfully, the company was one of our old partners and knew the procedure. I didn’t have to act on their part.

“Idris, stop wasting time on these ordinary affairs, and think about how to win Saira’s heart!” Malko, still restless about the prospect of losing Saira’s wolf to Einas’s wolf, relentlessly urged me to take action.

I felt funny at his impatience. “Mal, why are you obsessed with Saira’s wolf? She didn’t acknowledge your calls when you reached out to her. Don’t you want to find your own soulmate?”

“It’s been 10 years. We ventured to every pack in the United States, Canada, South America, and the few large ones on the east coast. Excluding the fact that you’re not interested in finding our soulmate, 10 years is still enough time to meet her if we were meant to meet. However…”

He stopped mid-sentence with a heavy sigh. But I didn’t need him to. I knew the rest of the words that completed his sentence. Even after 10 years, we still haven’t crossed path.

For a second, I wondered if it had anything to do with my unwillingness to meet her. But when I recalled how, compared to me, Einas Raed was even more unwilling to meet his soulmate, but still ended up meeting her anyway, I shook my head.

“Yes, we would’ve already met if we had to meet. And lately, I find myself thinking about Saira’s wolf more than the soulmate we haven’t met.”

Malko’s words stunned me. “But Saira isn’t our mate.” I reminded him, almost snarling when I recalled my parents’ relationship. I didn’t want their kind of bond. If soulmates were supposed to be like them, I would rather remain single forever or get a chosen mate.

“Chill, Idris. If she was, we wouldn’t be trying so hard to win her heart.” Malko said despondently, pushing back my dark thoughts.

“Sorry, Mal. I…”

“It’s fine. I understand. I just wish things could’ve been different.”

The sadness in his tone made me choke. I didn’t like upsetting my Lycan. He was the best friend a man could have. And though we had our differences, we never left things hanging between us. However, the issue of our soulmate was a sour topic neither of us could find our way around.

Pee-peep.

My phone blinked, showing a notification from Asma.

“This woman doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘it’s over’. Idris, you better handle this well. If we lose Saira because of this b***h, I’ll block you for life!” Malko snarled aggressively.

His distaste for Asma neared borderline hatred for reasons I couldn’t understand. However, he was right about one thing.

“Asma, didn’t I tell you to leave me alone? Why are you still contacting me?” I replied to the text she sent, more than pissed at her lack of sense.

“Idris, please. Don’t be like this. Baby, I still love you!”

“f**k you, Asma. I’m a married man!”

“So? It’s not like you two have anything going. I sensed the distance between you. Besides, I’m willing to bet on my new necklace. The arrogant snob probably hadn’t laid you. It’s understandable, though. I heard she’s still hung up on Einas. Why would she think about you?”

My brows creased in a deep frown. Past lover or not, I didn’t appreciate an outsider commenting on our relationship. What I had with my wife went beyond physical need. I respected her values and admired her stubborn trait.

Though her determination to win back her soulmate made me upset, I didn’t plan to get in her way or attempt to stop her. Einas, maybe. But not her. And strangely enough, since our Bonding Ceremony, I have felt nothing but protective of her.

As such, I almost crushed my phone from anger when I saw the text.

“Asma, meet me in the back garden. We need to talk.” I sent and shut off my phone before I lost control. Saira was a few rooms away. I didn’t want her to see my dark side.

Without wasting a breath, I grabbed my overcoat and went downstairs, then headed out the back door.

The she-Lycan was already there. Most likely ran over, seeing the sweat coating her forehead and the way she heaved breathlessly. My eyes wandered to her tightly bound bust and darkened with revulsion. Where Saira dressed almost conservatively, the she-Lycan left nothing to the imagination.

“Idris, baby, you’re finally willing to meet me alone!” Asma broke into a radiant smile and ran over to leap into my arms.

I stepped to the side and gripped her neck with a savage snarl. “Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone? How dare you comment on my relationship with my wife?”

Her eyes widened in shock, and she looked at me in disbelief. “Idris, baby…”

“Don’t baby me, slut! I’m no baby of yours!” My Lycan aura burst out with my outburst, suppressing the she-Lycan who was bound to the orders of the Lycan Leaders.

“Idris.”

“Asma Mirza, know your place. You were nothing more than an easy lay, and now, you’re nothing but a used product. After today, don’t ever let me hear you call my name. Lycan Heir, that’s the only way you can address me. If you ever attempt to act familiar with me, or contact me again, I’ll take your case to the Clan Elders. I’m sure you know what will happen after that, right?”

This time her face paled, and fear finally set in her eyes. “You…you won’t do that. You can’t. Idris, what we had…”

“Is history.” I tightened my grip around her neck, my Lycan showing its presence with a derisive chuckle as it took over. “You’re not stupid, Asma. You should’ve known you were only one of our many flings. So stop being sick, and get lost.” I threw her away, slamming her to the ground with a ruthless shove that forced a painful hiss out of her throat.

She coughed desperately, tears streaming down her face, as she looked at me with pain and grief swirling in her eyes.

I don’t know why. Maybe I’m a sadist. But her pitiful look gave me a thrill. Disgustedly rubbing my hand on my overcoat, I said, “And yes, Asma. If you approach me again, I will do it. If you don’t believe me, then try me.” Then turned, and walked away.

I didn’t care about her or her feelings. Due to our extraordinary genes, wolves and Lycans had more energy than the other supernaturals. Sleeping around until bonded with a mate was an ordinary matter in the wolf and Lycan community. If she couldn’t understand what we had was just an exchange of heat, then there was nothing I could do about it.

I won’t waste my time on her. I would just report her to the council. Her job, her reputation, her status in the clan. She would be stripped of everything if she was reported for disrespecting the Lycan Heir.

Because Lycan I might be, but I was determined to be different from the man who birthed me.

The man I addressed as Raed Basil, the Lycan Leader.