THE LYCAN PRINCE HUMAN LUNA

Chapter 2 : A Human… My Mate?

For two months my wolf had been silent.

A future Alpha… without his wolf.

The elders didn’t say it aloud, but I knew what they were thinking.

A weak Alpha as their future leader.

I stormed out of the mansion, fury boiling inside me.

The door slammed behind me, the sound echoing through the empty halls like a warning. My boots struck the marble stairs as I descended quickly, each step heavier than the last.

My jaw tightened.

My mind replayed the same words over and over like a curse.

Three weeks.

Three weeks to bring home a Luna I hadn’t even found yet.

Three weeks to satisfy a law I never agreed to.

The staff standing in the hallway avoided my gaze. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe too loudly.

Good.

Because if anyone tried to talk to me right now, I might lose control.

I shoved the front doors open and stepped into the cold night.

The wind lashed against my face, sharp and biting, but it did nothing to cool the anger burning inside my chest.

I needed space.

Needed silence.

Everything I was supposed to be… heir, future Alpha, the leader of the pack felt like a cage and I wanted to be out.

And somewhere out there was the woman destined to become my Luna. A stranger.

But the strange thing was…I could feel her.

Not clearly, not strongly.

But somewhere deep inside, there was a faint pull like a thread tugging gently at my soul.

And I hated it.

I got into my car and drove very fast.

Too fast.

The engine roared beneath me as the city lights blurred past the windows. I didn’t care where I was going. I just needed to escape the suffocating walls of the mansion.

Eventually, I stopped in front of a place I normally would never enter.

A nightclub.

The bass thumped through the walls like a heartbeat. Neon lights flickered across the street. Laughter and music spilled out every time the doors opened.

Wrong place, Wrong crowd.

Humans, So fragile, So unaware.

I walked straight to the bar and sat down.

“Twelve bottles of Château Lafite Rothschild,” I told the bartender.

He blinked at me.

“Yes,” I repeated calmly. “Twelve.”

Money was never an issue and soon the bottles lined the counter.

I finished the first one quickly, then the second,

Then the third.

By the time I reached for the fourth bottle, something nearby caught my attention.

A couple arguing at the next table.

Their voices were drowned by the music, but their body language told the story clearly.

Anger, Frustration, Pain.

The girl looked desperate but the man looked drunk and angry.

Then suddenly….

SLAP.

His hand struck her face. The sound was sharp.

The smell of fear, alcohol, and blood suddenly became painfully clear. Every sound sharpened. Even the man’s racing heartbeat echoed in my ears.

I froze, my grip tightening on the bottle. Something about the scene made my blood run cold and something inside me shifted.

For two months my wolf had been silent, two long months.

Two long months of nothing, no instincts, no presence, no voice.

But the moment that man’s hand struck her…

Something stirred..a low growl vibrated deep inside my chest.

My wolf was waking.

It didn’t like what it saw, It didn’t like injustice, It didn’t like weakness and I definitely didn’t like the man who just raised his hand against a woman.

The man suddenly bolted toward the back door, leaving the girl trembling behind.

My wolf pushed forward. “He doesn't get to walk away”

I stood and followed him.

The alley behind the club was narrow and dark and the smell of garbage and damp concrete filled the air.

The man barely had time to turn before I stepped directly into his path.

He froze.

“May I ask why you slapped that woman back there?” I asked calmly.

Too calmly.

He frowned.

“Excuse me?” he scoffed. “Who the hell are you and how is it any of your business 1?”

He shoved me hard and it became a challenge, a big mistake.

My wolf surged forward and heat exploded through my veins.

My vision sharpened, my eyes burned. The world narrowed until all I could see was him.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing, then I slammed him into the pavement.

The impact echoed through the alley.

He cried out, trying to crawl away, but I was already on him.

When the wolf wakes, It does not stop, It does not listen, it only destroys.

His nose broke beneath my fist, blood spilled across the concrete but still the wolf wanted more.

Then suddenly, a voice from behind

“Please… stop! You’ll kill him!”

I froze, the red in my eyes dimmed.

I turned slowly. A young woman stood there, shaking, eyes wide with fear, his girlfriend, I assumed. The one he had slapped earlier.

She looked at me like I was something inhuman, something untamed, something un-natural

“Wh… what are you?” she whispered, terror was present in her voice.

I exhaled, letting the rage drain. “Hey… it’s okay. I just….”

My eyes slowly returned to normal, she saw it, she became afraid. She didn’t wait. She turned and ran, fear propelling her forward.

Instinct answered before thought and I followed her.

I caught up with her, my chest heaving.

“Hey…” I reached out and grabbed her hand.

“Let me go, you murderer!” she screamed, panic flooding her eyes.

I froze for a split second, unsure of how to calm the storm inside me. The wolf clawed at my restraint, snapping and roaring beneath my skin.

Desperation made me act.

I turned her gently toward me, pressing a hand lightly over her mouth to stop her scream.

“Calm down,” I whispered.

And then our eyes met.

Everything changed.

A powerful surge rushed through my body like lightning. My breath caught, causing the chaos inside me to suddenly… stop.

For the first time since leaving the mansion, everything became silent.

I saw her clearly.

The soft curve of her face, the strands of hair glowing faintly beneath the alley light.

The fear in her eyes.

She was beautiful.

No…

Unbelievably beautiful.

Her skin was warm… but something about her scent confused my wolf.

My wolf surged forward like it had been starving and it seems she was the only thing that could satisfy it.

Possessive, Certain.

One word echoed inside my mind.

“Mate” my wolf growl

My body went completely still.

No. That was impossible.

She is human, completely human.

There was no way she could be my mate, and yet the pull between us was undeniable.

My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to break free. Heat rushed through my veins, and every instinct inside me screamed one word.

Mine.

Raw and Primal.

Something ancient inside my blood recognized her instantly. I stumbled backward and released her.

My claws threatened to break through my skin. My wolf wanted to have her, claim her, keep her.

“Run!” I shouted.

My voice sounded deeper than normal.

Almost… inhuman.

I dropped to my knees as my wolf fought violently inside me. My body had become a battlefield between a man and a beast.

“A… are you okay?” she asked softly, fear still In her voice.

But even through her fear… she was worried. That alone confused me.

“I said RUN!” I roared.

This time she listened. She turned and ran into the darkness.

I stayed where I was, breathing hard, shaking as my wolf continued to rage beneath my skin.

“Mate” it screamed

I stiffened, trying to reject it, tried to convince

myself it was impossible.

She was human; she couldn’t be what the wolf demanded. But yet the pull was unbearable. It surged through me like fire, a primal longing I couldn’t contain.

I stayed where I was, my body trembling.

The alley got dark slowly, I felt the world getting smaller. My vision blurred, and sounds became muffled.

And just before my consciousness slipped away,

I saw her again.

Standing at the top of the alley stairs. Her figure framed by the streetlight. She had stopped running, she was looking directly at me.

And then her eyes glowed.

Destiny had finally given me a mate but it had chosen the one woman my world could never accept.