The Lycan King's Forbidden Mate

30

It was past nine in the evening, I just had finished dinner with Ayane and Lucas who only eneded up being the reason of me losing my apetite when he just couldn't stop looking at me and grinning like a psycho.

Tonight was more quieter than usual, the air filled with the scent of fresh rain.

I padded softly down the grand hallway. The bright lights on the ceiling flickered gently. It had been a long day, training with the others and King Marcus had made my muscles sore, but my mind was restless.

I sighed, and run a hand through my own hair as I approached my bedroom door.

Again, it had been a long and tiring day, and all I wanted to do now was take a long warm and relaxing shower.

The thought of a hot water soothing my aching body was heavenly, making me grin like a mischievous cat.

But, just as I about to reach out for the doorknob, a strong hand shot out of the darkness, I couldn't help a soft scream to escape my throat as it grabbed my wrist.

And before I could even react more, I was pulled into a large, familiar, dimly lit room.

The door slammed shut behind me, I groaned softly as my back met the cool surface of a wall.

Panic surged through me until I looked up, my breath hitched as I took in the face in front of me.

King macus...

His golden eyes burned into mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

His expression was unreadable, serious, almost possessive.

His presence alone was enough to steal the breath from my lungs, and when he reached behind him to lock the door, I felt my pulse skyrocket.

"K-King Marcus?"

I stammered, my hands pressed against the wall behind me.

"What are yo-"

"I missed you."

He interrupted, his deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.

It took me a few seconds to finally understand the words he said, making my eyes widened with shock.

"W-we saw each other a few hours ago."

Marcus leaned closer, his smell sooth in my nostrils, earthy and masculine, enough to completely lose my own mind.

"That wasn't enough. And that's different."

He murmured.

"I've been watching you from the garden."

My heart pounded so hard I feared he could hear it.

"Y-You were?"

He nodded, his gaze slowly moved to my lips.

"And I wasn't contented."

He answered, his eyes still full of seriousness.

And before I could even behgin to process his words, his already met mine.

My mind screamed at me to move, to protest, to do something other than melt into his embrace, but damn that I can't.

My own body seemed to be so eager to betray me.

His kiss was deep, slow, and intoxicating.

It sent sparks through my veins, making my knees weak. I pressed my hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead...

I found myself gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer.

Marcus growled in approval, his strong arms wraped around my waist. He deepened the kiss, pressing me further into the wall, claiming me with every movement.

The power in his touch made me dizzy, made me want to surrender completely.

I bit my lip ahrd the moment we finally broke apart, I gasped for air, my lips tingling.

My hands still clutching his collar, and his forehead remained rested against mine.

"I-"

I struggled for words, my mind still spinning.

"I don't understand. You're the King, and I'm just-"

"A woman who's been in my head for far too long."

H agian interupted refusing to hear my reasons, his voice husky.

"I don't care if you can't shift yet. I don't care about rank or strength."

He cupped my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.

"I just want you."

For the time I couldn no longer count, my breath once again caught in my throat. I knew I should say something, anything, but all I could do was stare at him in awe.

A slow, small smile formed on her lips, adn I almost melted.

"I… I miss you too..."

I whispered the words like it was something I needed to tell making my heart thunder as I absentmindedly admitted it loudly.

And it was already too late for me to take it back, especially when Marcus's expression softened just before he leaned in again, capturing my lips in another slow, lingering kiss.

I sighed against him, this time I consciouly allowed myself to wrap my around his neck.

I flinched slightly as I felt him bit my lip gently when soft moan escaped my lips.

I let myself ansee to his kisses, deeper, more passionate.

And for so many days after the first time he brought me into his room, the first time he kissed me. I seemed to magically forget about everything else, the training, the truth that I couldn't shift, the threat that Alpha Alaric can bring.

And the fact that he was the King.

For me, right now, I'd like to think that he was simply a man who wanted me, trully wanted me.

And I am a fool to even try to deny how much I wanted him too.

The kiss lingered for a few moment, and I trembled in Marcus's powerful arms, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and longing.

Something I couldn't understand.

I had never felt so lost before, so utterly overwhelmed.

His warmth covers me, his scent intoxicating, his presence dominating every sense I possess.

And with that I feel my head so light, my own ody betraying me again and again as I finally surrendered to his embrace, this time by my own choice.

Another soft moan escaped my lip as his kiss deepened, his hand roamed around my body and I felt as if the world had disappeared.

His every touch was firm, burning like a fire in my skin, it was demanding, and yet, it was also filled with an unfamiliar tenderness.

My hands instinctively grasped at the hem of his shirt as my body began to melt into him. He deepened the kiss even more, coaxing a soft moan from mine, his fingers pressed gently into my waist.

And time became meaningless, the only thing I knew was the fire he ignited in me. Burning...

But then, much to my disappointment when just as suddenly, he pulled away.

A whimper escaped me lips before I could stop it, my heart hammeringo in my chest.

I felt bereft, as though I had lost something vital.

King Marcus's golden eyes darkened with amusement, but there was something else there too, something deeper, something possessive.

"You sulk."

He observed, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

I refused to answer, instead I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from blurting out what I truly felt.

How could I tell him?

How could I admit that his kiss had unraveled me so completely?

That he's the only one who seemed to have the power to make me feel like I belong, or the only one who can make me feel like I am not an outcast, but something precious?

No, I can't tell him that... How can I?

I think for now, it's more safer to just keep my own thoughts to myself.

I was deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice Marcus was studying me for a long moment, it almost made me jump when he spoke again, his tone quiet but edged with something dangerous.

"Do you still have feelings for him?"

He said, the words felt more like a fact than a question.

I didn't have to ask who he was talking to, I knew exactly who he meant.

He was talking about Alpha Alaric Barlowe. The same alpha who now had the audacity to want me back.

"No."

My answer came quickly without hesitation.

Marcus's expression softened slightly, but his jaw remained tight.

"Good."

He exhaled, his eyes narrowed.

"Because I will kill him. The same way I killed your friend."

I froze, but not out of fear.

I had long since learned that the King did not make empty threats. His words were law, and his wrath was absolute.

"He wouldn't stop... Threatening your kingdom, as long as I'm here..."

I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes."

King Marcus stated coldly.

"Your former alpha, and your former mate threatens my kingdom. He wants you back, but he will not have you."

A mixture of emotions swirled inside me, anger, sadness, relief.

But before I could respond, a loud knock on the door shattered the tension between us.

Marcus's eyes flicked toward the door, irritation instantly flashed across his face. He stood and strode toward it, yanking it open with an annoyed growl.

It was Lucas with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leaned against the doorway with a knowing grin.

"Well, well."

He drawled, crossing his arms.

"Caught you sneaking into the King's room again."

I felt heat rush to my face. Twice now, Lucas caught me in the King's room...

At night.

I didn't have to look at my own reflection to see the embarrassment etched in my own face, it was unbearable, and I hate that I could do nothing but shot him a dangerous glare, me lips pressed into a thin line.

Moments later, Marcus let out a low growl.

"Speak, before I throw you down the balcony."

Lucas chuckled but quickly sobered.

"Two of our spies have returned, sent by your Beta, Serio. They bring news from the enemy's pack."

I immediately straightened, I seemed to autimatically forget my earlier embarrassment.

"I want to hear what they have to say."

King Marcus and Lucas looked at me in unison, Lucas remained silent while Marcus seemed to consoder my words before nodding.

"Then let's go."

I was too preoccupied to even notice how Marcus placed a protective hand on my back as we left the room, I remained silent as we padded up to the hallway to meet the returning warriors.

It's been months since I left Shadow Walker Pack, this is what he wanted me to do, leave...

I still couldn't shift but I know and I am certain I wasn't the same weak and wolfless woman Alaric had discarded. I've been hiding in the towering walls of this castle for months, I think it's tome to face my past now, at least I know Marcus is woith me.

I'd cling to what he promised me.