Chapter 1
Chapter One- Meeting her
The light let off a bright glow through the window and into the office, proving the lights were unnecessary. From it, I could feel the blissful heat lay across my back from this amazing thing called sun.
Sitting in the office with the sound of nothingness except me doing paperwork. The feeling of the rough pile of paper in my hand as I flipped the pages, highlighting the important details of things I would have to change.
Most of the paperwork was filled with humans complaining about the conditions of working, how it smelled “dead”, how terrifying every time they saw skinless bodies and “big skulls”, laying around an unknown area when they walked into the cave.
Some of the paperwork was of females speaking about conditions in the clubs or bars they worked in, they were strippers. Their complaints were deep, it talked about how rough men were with them leaving marks on their bodies in unspeakable areas. Men also grasped their boobs and asses, the smell of the men, when they walk in, was basically the smell of alcohol.
And lastly, my favorite part of people writing to me; speaking about people breaking into their homes! This one woman left her door wide open all day while she was at work. She came home to find her radio missing and her coffee pot broken.
“Your majesty, I’m sorry to just barge in.” Nicolai my servant says and he looks extremely fearful, now what has this dumbass done this time. Goddess, I hope he didn’t break the pipes again, from trying to fix the humans shit.
Nicolai stood there his face was expressionless, his eyes were wide, and sweat was dripping down his body in waves of panic. I could smell that he peed himself a little bit, and he was trying to make it unnoticeable.
“Nicolai, what did you do,” I demand, he shakes a bit and I see him gulp, oh lord tell me he didn’t touch my fucking car.
“Hudson is being attacked, by a human. She has a gun to his chest and is trying to get answers out of him, about how you took over, from the humans. She’s threatening to blow up his house, that his mate is in.” Nicolai says, calming a bit now that he spat out what the issue was, and I couldn’t help the dark chuckle that came from my mouth.
A human girl, having a gun to one of my warrior’s chests, attempting to get answers out of him. Nonetheless, my best warrior wasn’t gonna give answers, he wasn’t acting suspicious though, I trained him.
How did she get to him though, he’s very tiny almost looks human, my men don’t go into alleys or anything, but they have nothing to fear, so how could she get a gun to him so quickly, and why wouldn’t he move.
“Send backup for him, and find out why he didn’t attack her, he knows a bullet can’t hurt him. Oh and have them bring her to me.”
How comical the issue was and how pathetic this human was, she couldn’t come to me and ask me personally, then again how smart it was to go after one of my best warriors. She wouldn’t escape though, in fact, she’d come back here and be forced to come into my office. Where I’d kill her.
Ah the thought about killing some traitorous human, my insides begin to feel like they were bubbling up and my heart begins to pound hard. The thought of murdering a traitor always made me feel something. I think it was called, bloodlust.
Humans, they always thought bloodlust was bad, in some cases, they are shit things to feel, it causes people to murder innocent mates to others. My mate was probably dead.
How I never got to hold, snuggle, kiss, or love the beautiful thing werewolves and lycans call “mate”, they were supposed to love you forever, give you everything you wanted, and mate you within the first day.
Werewolves were the ones who had higher chances of having a mate, but creatures like me, it’s a one in a million chance that we could have a mate. Monsters, like myself, kill for pleasure, the bloodlust we get it’s so intoxicating and it makes us feel. Trapped.
There’s nothing you can do when you feel trapped when you’re a lycan, except for the fact that you just keep on killing.
“She’s on the run, and somehow she was out of the alley. Far out into the road. Apparently. It’s on 95th avenue.” My servant says, only earning a growl from me, with all this work I had to do, I was up and getting ready to leave to capture some little human. That my best fucking, men can’t capture.
I was faster, stronger, and deadlier than the others so when I showed up at the scenes in seconds. Seeing some of my men on the ground gushing blood, and a tiny figure with a black hoodie covering the hair and face was holding a gun, to Hudson’s neck.
“Your majesty-” I hear Hudson begin as I hear the female whispering.
For moments on end it was silent, I just stood there, finally smelling the air only to smell an intoxicating scent of roses and ocean. The female in front of me with the gun to my warrior’s neck.
Her tiny figure was hidden behind Hudsons body, she’s standing there quietly. What I don’t understand is why he’s not trying to get the gun away from her, I mean he’d heal up in seconds once we’d pull the bullet out.
Hudson takes a step forward suddenly, daring to move only for the female to shoot him in the leg and he hissed, the pain in his hiss was legitimate. Falling to his knees in agony and whimpering like a baby. Come on Hudson, you’re trained for this shit.
“I warned you,” she mutters and aims it at his head, Hudson begins to beg and it leaves me staring in shock. Wait, what the fuck am I doing?
“Stand down human.” I command, only to see the female raise the gun up to my face, her eyes an icy blue screaming that she wasn’t playing any games, it was actually so fucking hot. Thoughts about what’d she be like in bed- She loaded a pistol taking the safety off with one hand.
She put the gun she had seconds ago into her pocket and held the pistol with both hands. She aimed it at Hudson, but it was clear she wasn’t afraid to change her target.
Her eyes kept darting back and forth between Hudson, myself, and my men, watching us all carefully and constantly making sure no one was sneaking up behind her. She was outnumbered, but we hadn’t attacked her yet. She was dangerous at the moment, psychotic, we don’t need any humans dying.
A human walks by and her eye sets on the human for a second and she motions for them to keep moving, the human was just confused.
The human became quiet and stares at us for seconds on end. I look at them silently demanding them to move, to run for their life. They eventually ran.
“Put the pistol down,” I growl out, trying to get some type of reaction of her, it was obvious that she was struggling to go against my demand. My words having a hold over her, just like werewolves and humans. She aimed the pistol at my thigh and shot it.
Falling to the ground suddenly and growling in pain at her. The pain oh my fucking god, it felt like someone was trying to rip my leg off. It also felt like someone injected me with some type of posion for werewolves, so it was weak on me, but it hurt like a son of a bitch.
Making a fist and wishing I had tweezers at the moment I remain quiet, thinking that if I had them I could pull the bullet out, and I’d be healed in seconds.
The girl was pointing the gun at me, her beautiful icy eyes still staring at me. I found myself beginning to forget that she shot me. Just for a second, till my eyes landed on the pistol. She looked so hot holding a gun, her aim however, was so fucking spot on.
Her eyes remained on the two of us, we were her victims and she was the suspect. She was the predator and we were the prey. For once, being on the other side of the equation was weird. I hated it every second.
A warrior, runs up from behind her and tackles her to the ground, her body was right in front of Hudsons. The gun was knocked out of her reach and her hood was barely covering her face anymore.
She had beautiful pink plump lips, freckles, a slight rose to her cheeks, her skin was ghostly pale, but at the same time it wasn’t as pale as Casper the ghost. What really had me drawn to her was not only her scent, but her god damn eyes.
The beautiful eyes that were staring at me, watching me ever so closely for moment on end. Her eyes met my own and I swear, her eyes began to melt into something sweeter than ice. Yet, I can’t a name to it.
She’s staring at me taking me in, taking every ounce of me in, just like I was, but instead, I was taking mental notes of all the fun- beautiful things about her.
My lips tugged up a little bit, something that rarely ever happened, she continues to hold her gaze on me, those blue eyes softening every second.
Then I realize that my warrior was on top of her, holding her down. Even though he didn’t need to keep her steady on the ground, he still was.
Her blue eyes widen in realization, what was seconds ago so soft and sweet, turned dark and ice cold. It happened so fast, it was like she pulled a wall up covering all of her emotions, with a display of bullshit emotions on.
She began to struggle against my warrior and he only continued to keep her ass down on the ground. Pulling out handcuffs and putting them on her with her struggling and trying to punch him.
One of my other warriors helped me up, and as the female was standing I noticed something, she was very small. Who knows how tall she was, or how much she weighed, her clothes were hiding whether she was average weight or not. Leaving me curious.
Her eyes glared holes into my head, leaving me feeling kind of scared
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Chapter One- Meeting her
The light let off a bright glow through the window and into the office, proving the lights were unnecessary. From it, I could feel the blissful heat lay across my back from this amazing thing called sun.
Sitting in the office with the sound of nothingness except me doing paperwork. The feeling of the rough pile of paper in my hand as I flipped the pages, highlighting the important details of things I would have to change.
Most of the paperwork was filled with humans complaining about the conditions of working, how it smelled “dead”, how terrifying every time they saw skinless bodies and “big skulls”, laying around an unknown area when they walked into the cave.
Some of the paperwork was of females speaking about conditions in the clubs or bars they worked in, they were strippers. Their complaints were deep, it talked about how rough men were with them leaving marks on their bodies in unspeakable areas. Men also grasped their boobs and asses, the smell of the men, when they walk in, was basically the smell of alcohol.
And lastly, my favorite part of people writing to me; speaking about people breaking into their homes! This one woman left her door wide open all day while she was at work. She came home to find her radio missing and her coffee pot broken.
“Your majesty, I’m sorry to just barge in.” Nicolai my servant says and he looks extremely fearful, now what has this dumbass done this time. Goddess, I hope he didn’t break the pipes again, from trying to fix the humans shit.
Nicolai stood there his face was expressionless, his eyes were wide, and sweat was dripping down his body in waves of panic. I could smell that he peed himself a little bit, and he was trying to make it unnoticeable.
“Nicolai, what did you do,” I demand, he shakes a bit and I see him gulp, oh lord tell me he didn’t touch my fucking car.
“Hudson is being attacked, by a human. She has a gun to his chest and is trying to get answers out of him, about how you took over, from the humans. She’s threatening to blow up his house, that his mate is in.” Nicolai says, calming a bit now that he spat out what the issue was, and I couldn’t help the dark chuckle that came from my mouth.
A human girl, having a gun to one of my warrior’s chests, attempting to get answers out of him. Nonetheless, my best warrior wasn’t gonna give answers, he wasn’t acting suspicious though, I trained him.
How did she get to him though, he’s very tiny almost looks human, my men don’t go into alleys or anything, but they have nothing to fear, so how could she get a gun to him so quickly, and why wouldn’t he move.
“Send backup for him, and find out why he didn’t attack her, he knows a bullet can’t hurt him. Oh and have them bring her to me.”
How comical the issue was and how pathetic this human was, she couldn’t come to me and ask me personally, then again how smart it was to go after one of my best warriors. She wouldn’t escape though, in fact, she’d come back here and be forced to come into my office. Where I’d kill her.
Ah the thought about killing some traitorous human, my insides begin to feel like they were bubbling up and my heart begins to pound hard. The thought of murdering a traitor always made me feel something. I think it was called, bloodlust.
Humans, they always thought bloodlust was bad, in some cases, they are shit things to feel, it causes people to murder innocent mates to others. My mate was probably dead.
How I never got to hold, snuggle, kiss, or love the beautiful thing werewolves and lycans call “mate”, they were supposed to love you forever, give you everything you wanted, and mate you within the first day.
Werewolves were the ones who had higher chances of having a mate, but creatures like me, it’s a one in a million chance that we could have a mate. Monsters, like myself, kill for pleasure, the bloodlust we get it’s so intoxicating and it makes us feel. Trapped.
There’s nothing you can do when you feel trapped when you’re a lycan, except for the fact that you just keep on killing.
“She’s on the run, and somehow she was out of the alley. Far out into the road. Apparently. It’s on 95th avenue.” My servant says, only earning a growl from me, with all this work I had to do, I was up and getting ready to leave to capture some little human. That my best fucking, men can’t capture.
I was faster, stronger, and deadlier than the others so when I showed up at the scenes in seconds. Seeing some of my men on the ground gushing blood, and a tiny figure with a black hoodie covering the hair and face was holding a gun, to Hudson’s neck.
“Your majesty-” I hear Hudson begin as I hear the female whispering.
For moments on end it was silent, I just stood there, finally smelling the air only to smell an intoxicating scent of roses and ocean. The female in front of me with the gun to my warrior’s neck.
Her tiny figure was hidden behind Hudsons body, she’s standing there quietly. What I don’t understand is why he’s not trying to get the gun away from her, I mean he’d heal up in seconds once we’d pull the bullet out.
Hudson takes a step forward suddenly, daring to move only for the female to shoot him in the leg and he hissed, the pain in his hiss was legitimate. Falling to his knees in agony and whimpering like a baby. Come on Hudson, you’re trained for this shit.
“I warned you,” she mutters and aims it at his head, Hudson begins to beg and it leaves me staring in shock. Wait, what the fuck am I doing?
“Stand down human.” I command, only to see the female raise the gun up to my face, her eyes an icy blue screaming that she wasn’t playing any games, it was actually so fucking hot. Thoughts about what’d she be like in bed- She loaded a pistol taking the safety off with one hand.
She put the gun she had seconds ago into her pocket and held the pistol with both hands. She aimed it at Hudson, but it was clear she wasn’t afraid to change her target.
Her eyes kept darting back and forth between Hudson, myself, and my men, watching us all carefully and constantly making sure no one was sneaking up behind her. She was outnumbered, but we hadn’t attacked her yet. She was dangerous at the moment, psychotic, we don’t need any humans dying.
A human walks by and her eye sets on the human for a second and she motions for them to keep moving, the human was just confused.
The human became quiet and stares at us for seconds on end. I look at them silently demanding them to move, to run for their life. They eventually ran.
“Put the pistol down,” I growl out, trying to get some type of reaction of her, it was obvious that she was struggling to go against my demand. My words having a hold over her, just like werewolves and humans. She aimed the pistol at my thigh and shot it.
Falling to the ground suddenly and growling in pain at her. The pain oh my fucking god, it felt like someone was trying to rip my leg off. It also felt like someone injected me with some type of posion for werewolves, so it was weak on me, but it hurt like a son of a bitch.
Making a fist and wishing I had tweezers at the moment I remain quiet, thinking that if I had them I could pull the bullet out, and I’d be healed in seconds.
The girl was pointing the gun at me, her beautiful icy eyes still staring at me. I found myself beginning to forget that she shot me. Just for a second, till my eyes landed on the pistol. She looked so hot holding a gun, her aim however, was so fucking spot on.
Her eyes remained on the two of us, we were her victims and she was the suspect. She was the predator and we were the prey. For once, being on the other side of the equation was weird. I hated it every second.
A warrior, runs up from behind her and tackles her to the ground, her body was right in front of Hudsons. The gun was knocked out of her reach and her hood was barely covering her face anymore.
She had beautiful pink plump lips, freckles, a slight rose to her cheeks, her skin was ghostly pale, but at the same time it wasn’t as pale as Casper the ghost. What really had me drawn to her was not only her scent, but her god damn eyes.
The beautiful eyes that were staring at me, watching me ever so closely for moment on end. Her eyes met my own and I swear, her eyes began to melt into something sweeter than ice. Yet, I can’t a name to it.
She’s staring at me taking me in, taking every ounce of me in, just like I was, but instead, I was taking mental notes of all the fun- beautiful things about her.
My lips tugged up a little bit, something that rarely ever happened, she continues to hold her gaze on me, those blue eyes softening every second.
Then I realize that my warrior was on top of her, holding her down. Even though he didn’t need to keep her steady on the ground, he still was.
Her blue eyes widen in realization, what was seconds ago so soft and sweet, turned dark and ice cold. It happened so fast, it was like she pulled a wall up covering all of her emotions, with a display of bullshit emotions on.
She began to struggle against my warrior and he only continued to keep her ass down on the ground. Pulling out handcuffs and putting them on her with her struggling and trying to punch him.
One of my other warriors helped me up, and as the female was standing I noticed something, she was very small. Who knows how tall she was, or how much she weighed, her clothes were hiding whether she was average weight or not. Leaving me curious.
Her eyes glared holes into my head, leaving me feeling kind of scared
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