A wolf for a mate

DAMIEN POV

A knock on the door makes my head snap up with a growl. I told them, I wasn’t to be disturbed.

“What!” It better be fucking important. I snarled and made my way to the door and flung it open. Growling at my Beta Lucas as he grinned at me.

“I told you...” I gritted my teeth and he suddenly throws his hands in the air, in surrender. He was the only one who could come close to me.

Everyone stayed away, and at least five steps back.

I feel nothing except emptiness, my heart was cold and probably turned iced right after I lost her, Jolene. My mate.

I shut everyone out and went berserk for years, killing every wolf I found in the woods and my pack.

Wolves killed her, the purest and sweetest of all, gentle and meek and lovingly, and was killed most brutally with her heart dug out of her chest.

My mate did not deserve to die in such a way.

My hatred for the wolves worsens.

It had been years since she died, ten years ago and I became the strongest Lycan ever to have graced the land after her demise that turned me into a beast.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to bother you but the cunning Cranon is here to see you. He would not leave, he said he came to plead for an alliance with you.”

“I warned you I would not see anyone,” I growled at him, and he bowed his head in submission.

Cranon was a two-faced bastard, he could smile at you and kill you in the next minute. I knew him and he had been disturbing my Pack ever since he became the leader of some whack pack.

I despise the wolves, and I enjoy everything that would make them have their head down at my feet.

“You could make sure of him,” Lucas suggested.

“He’s useless!” I sneered and strolled to my desk and stared at the pile of paperwork on them.

“You’re gonna be crowned King tonight. King of all the Lycans. You need some allies because enemies are at our every corner lurking around. And the wolves would be at your footstool, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Lucas was making sense but I choose not to agree with what he said. I didn’t want to have anything to do with the wolves.

“...and at the gathering, you could perhaps find your mat-“

I hurled the paperwork in his face and a flash met with him with my hands around his neck. My eyes darkened at him and I was growling.

I never want to hear the word, mate, love, or happiness. They were never allowed!

I pushed him to the wall and his feet were inches away from the ground.

“Do not cross the line again,” I warned, he knew how much I hated to hear those words.

I would have snapped his neck if it had been someone else but Lucas has stuck with me ever since my journey as rogue and now king.

I let go of him and turned my gaze away from his red face.

“I’m sorry, Alpha.” He bowed.

“Get out.” I groaned with my back against him. I had avoided every social gathering and meeting with people or socializing.

I wasn’t the person for that, I don’t want to get involved with anyone.

I only get involved when it’s about killing wolves and making my prey pleas and cries for mercy while he is tortured.

That was me.

King Damien Thorne, I’ve lost count of my age but I know I’m old enough to be your grandfather.

It took me this long to finally have the world of the supernatural at my fingertips and I’ll rule as the demon that I am without mercy because I was never shown mercy.

“Tell Cranon I would agree to be partners,” I added when he was almost at the door. To kill a wolf, I should bring him closer like a dog.

Lucas knew what he was gonna do. I trust him to handle the affairs of that.

I stared at my hands which I had almost used to kill him and flopped down on the chair. My mind was bothered and I couldn’t focus, I needed something to distract me and take away the feelings of emptiness I was feeling.

I pulled myself up and grabbed my coat from the rack. And headed out to the harem and make them feel the pains I was feeling as well.

“Clean up those messes!” I yelled walking out of the study room with papers littered around.

I was crowned King of the Lycans, with strong and defensive warriors. I did not want many people around, and only a few came close.

I did not them to waste any time on it, and it was done within a snap of a finger. I didn’t need the crown because I was already king, years ago but Lucas insisted it was important to be official.

I was about to leave when I saw them coming through the large gate, she was dragged behind them, confused and scared.

I narrowed my eyes at her, was this the slave Lucas had mentioned to me?

Cranon made mention of a present and I had found myself looking up to what he wanted to use to please me. I couldn’t say if I was displeased or pleased at the sight.

“She must be the slave he talked about.” Lucas pointed out to me. I knew it was her.

“She’s...” he trailed off unable to pinpoint what he felt about her.

And now I was staring at the strange-looking girl that was brought before me, young and small, she had the most unusual eyes I’ve ever seen, the color of amethysts with a dark ring around the edge of its iris that give them an alluring and mysterious quality.

Her lips were alluring plump and red, she was beautiful despite being covered in dirt, scars, and bruises, my wolf behaved strangely in me, and I could feel him slowly coming out.

My eyes darkened at the little wolf, the adrenaline on my skin rising and my chest felt heavy and tight, I was uncomfortable.

“...your slave. My king.” The fool was grinning but I had no intention to stare at him. My eyes were boring holes into her.

My eyes were fixed on her, she could not look back at me but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“It’s her.” Dugan my wolf said to me, I narrowed my eyes at her in disgust. I would not do with a wolf. Having them close was disgusting enough.

“Mate...”Dugan whispered.

“Mate,” I called out before I could stop myself.