Chapter 4

Lucas' POV

Oh, fuck.

I curled up while stepping back.

I could feel the throbbing pain coming from the innermost part of my chest.

It was killing me.

Lucian approached me, trying to pull me up from the ground.

I grabbed his arm like grabbing the last straw of hope.

"I'm in pain, brother!“ I barked at him. "It's coming from my chest and it doesn't stop! What happened to me?! Am I dying?!"

Lucian held me against his chest and said in a soothing voice, "Easy. Go easy on your breath, Luke. In and out. In and out."

"Make it stop! Make it stop right now!" I almost ripped my chest open, but Lucian locked my hands together.

He pinned me on the ground and said, "If you want the pain to stop, you have to work with me. Focus on your breath. Don't fight against it. Go with it."

I fucking hate being subdued like this.

But I couldn't do anything about it.

It was so damn painful in my chest and it's fucking distracting.

"Do not subject yourself to fear, Luke. Live with it." Lucian's soft and tender voice melted in my ears.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself floating in the air.

And then I saw it.

A small ass fucking she-wolf, licking her paws in front of me.

As soon as I met her honey colored eyes, I felt struck by lightning.

And my chest started to hurt again.

She is the source of my pain.

That fucking she-wolf.

"I'm going to kill her!" I struggled and tried to get up, but Lucian pushed me back on the ground.

He was literally pressing himself against me.

I turned my head and saw that girl lying on the ground right in front of me.

Her tiny ass body was shivering like a fucking withering leaf. She was grabbing her chest as well!

Fuck! It's the connection between me and that she-wolf!

When she's in pain, I'm in pain as well!

And she's so fucking tiny and weak. I bet she's always in pain!

And that means, from now on, I will be always in pain!

"Lucian! Kill her! Kill her right now!" I shouted and pointed at the girl.

Lucian stared into my eyes and said, "I will kill her, but only if you calm down right now and stop ripping your chest open."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was assertive.

I stopped struggling and growled at his face, "Do it now, Lucian! Kill her immediately!"

Lucian didn't move.

Instead, he looked at me and asked, "Is there a particular reason that you want her dead?"

"She's..." I bit my lips. I couldn't finish this fucking sentence.

I, the most powerful Alpha of the most powerful pack in the north, couldn't admit having a fucking mate as weak as that fucking she-wolf.

No way. That's not going to happen.

I had to figure out a way to have her killed.

"She wants to kill me. She's a fucking assassin!" I said. "Kill her right now, Lucian! That's an order!"

Lucian narrowed his eyes.

He has that fucking look on his face whenever he smells something fishy.

Now, I am the motherfucker who's fishy.

"Are you sure about it?" he asked. "That tiny little thing is some sort of master assassin who tries to attack you? She has done nothing but scream and pass out ever since she got here."

"Stop being a fucking pain in the ass and follow my order, Lucian!" I said impatiently.

Lucian tilted his head to take a glance at that little she-wolf and then looked at me.

"Sorry, Luke. I can't do it. If you want to kill her, you have to do it yourself," he said.

"Fuck it! I'm done with your fucking attitude, brother. You and I will have a sit down for this later. Right now, let go of me and I'll rip her head off!" I shouted.

Lucian stood up and let go of me.

I charged at that little she-wolf and grabbed her shoulders.

Just when I was trying to strangle her to death, she suddenly stretched out her arms and...

She hugged me.

That motherfucker weak-ass little thing hugged me!

How dare she touch me without my permission?!

And why the fuck she smells so good?!

I tried to push her away, but it was physically impossible.

The moment our bodies touched, they clicked and attached to each other like a fucking missing puzzle going back to where it belongs.

Is this the fucking bond between mates?!

Fuck, it feels so damn good. It feels... right.

I was shocked when I realized this because nothing in my fucking life has ever been right.

And all of a sudden, everything makes sense.

My life. My pack. Werewolves. Moon Goddess. This whole fucking world.

Everything stands on its own to bring me to this fucking moment when I met her.

I just couldn't do anything but let her hug me, weeping in my chest.

She looked up with tears all over her face, looking at me.

I knew she was trying to look for a dash of sympathy in my eyes.

"Are you going to kill me?" She wiped the tears off her face and asked in a low voice.

I remained in silence.

I couldn't answer that question.

I have made up my mind but now I'm thinking of the possibility of fucking her first before seeing where it goes.

Damn. It made me hard as fuck when I thought of penetrating her fucking tiny ass pussy.

I might as well fuck her until she passed out underneath my body.

And then I'll keep fucking her until the last breath of her gets fucked out of her body.

That might greatly satisfy me.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asks again. This time, her voice was louder and her face got darker.

I stared at her with curiosity, imagining ripping her into pieces.

"Are you going to kill me like what you've done to my friends and families in my pack?" she exclaimed.

By the time I sensed her anger, a knife had already penetrated into my left chest.

Fuck! That motherfucker little she-wolf stabbed me!

I was busy fucking her in my mind and she stabbed me in reality!

I pulled out the knife from my chest and threw it on the ground.

My blood sprouted out, pouring down her head.

I saw her blood-soaked, twisted face. Her eyes were like shining volcanoes, filled with flames of hatred.

Then, the wound on my chest healed itself.

She looked at me in horror.

I felt her horror. 

"Yeah, that was one of my curses," I said in a low, steady voice, grabbing her arms and lifting her in the air. "I don't get hurt. I have no heart. I don't die."

Then, I tilted my head toward Lucian and said, "Brother, now you've got enough evidence for her trying to kill me, right?"

Lucian sighed and pointed at the girl.  

I looked down. 

She had already passed out.