Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Ciara

I would slap, scratch my hearing in bid to the wrong sentence it must have conceived. But the Greek god in front of me wasn’t for sarcasm or spitting the wrong words, I could deduce after the few seconds experienced with him.

His short words were always bold, clear and a push to the button that launch a tingle in my system that reacts with fierceness to my private passage.

His response that came out as a question, came back sounding in my head.

Ever head of the mysterious Lycan King?

Hell have heard a lot about the Lycans. They’re the dark creatures created by the moon goddess out of anger, rage to teach her first creatures the werewolves a lesson.

I knew plain of the history made by the Lycans. They wanted to be the only creatures sharing the moon goddess as their creator.

The moon goddess created them to be our leaders, we were suppose to serve them and let them lead us to the right path for we’ve erred the sacred rule that binds the law of nature. Hence, the balance was shifted and the moon goddess became angry, out of her anger she had forged another creatures that were the Lycans.

They are stronger, faster, and much more deadlier. It was to teach us the werewolves a lesson, but after her anger dissipated she changed her mind making the Lycans our leader instead, our superior and us their member that is to follow them.

We became servants, the werewolves that once dominated the supernatural world became weaklings that was now controlled by the Lycans. All werewolves were enslaved, and it was until one Alpha secretly rebelled, gathering more Alphas.

They had devise a plan; my father was the Alpha who rebelled and brought them all together. They had the perfect plan, they seek the help of a witch who helped them by temporarily equalizing the abilities bestowed to both creatures.

A war broke out and my father and his team won. The victory originated a change in everything, and there came the switch; the Lycans became the enslaved ones.

All of them had to bathe in silver, dress in silver, do things associated with their weakness just so the tables won’t turn. And it was after much thought, they decided to eradicate their existence, thus making them go extinct.

It was more of an option than a decision, because they live in fear that one day the tables would turn and the Lycans would take back the throne.

Because of my father’s bravery, he was made the Alpha King and appointed to rule all. The Lycans were all killed until recently after my sixteenth birthday.

I remember vividly when I returned home for the holiday. All the Alphas came to our pack that night and was having a meeting, I overheard them talking about a new issue of few werewolves dying and some getting captured.

It was announced between themselves that night that the Lycans might be back, and barely a year later they came back from the shadow where they reside hunting from.

They would conquer little little packs and take over their lives. Nobody has any idea who the Lycan’s leader is, it was rumored to be a random Lycan or the son of the late Lycan King as they all weren’t sure he died alongside his father during when their extinction was being carried out.

My father has been preparing us for a war since excluding me, he thought he had worked out a better life for me and would allow me do what I want; and what I want was not to practice but have a normal life.

Consequently, I never trained or prepared for any upcoming battle. I was brought up normally, and given everything I want.

The rumors came by of the new Lycan King, one set for the end of all werewolves, to either do to them what was once done to them; enslaving then I mean, or actually wipe us out from the face of earth like we tried to them, because if it was done then none of them should be alive.

Our gazes focused on each other after he had ask his question that sent my lips weakened and unable to compose any response.

“Mate?” His lips moved seductively pronouncing the word, my hearing tickled and the effect that was off came back with a rush hearing his voice again. “I asked a question.” He reminded, and I try not to show how much his voice was affecting my balance or system.

If he is the Lycan King like my instinct was screaming then should I not be scared. He kidnapped me and had me cuff up inside a room with shackles and chains like a criminal.

What could be his motive?

I wanted to ask, but then the moon goddess already interfered by pairing us up as fated mates. And that is the weirdest and most confusing thing ever.

Not in this life, or ever since werewolves and Lycans existed have their being a mate whose partner is from the other creature.

Lycans have their mate and it is also among them, same way werewolves are fated to themselves and nobody else.

I could question our bond, but the fire inside of me that litted the moment I sniffed him walking closer to where he had me apprehended; it was refreshing and something I never thought I’d like.

My head was far gone into the situation, trying to put things together to give myself the explanation I need. One I’m not sure he would give if I ask politely.

If he is indeed the Lycan King, there is only one reason to why he kidnapped me then; because I’m the only daughter of the Alpha King that planned the extinction of his kind.

He wanted me for vengeance, but I was given to contradict his wants; and the fact that I’m clueless to how he is taking it.

That is if I’m right to why he captured me.

I could stare at him all day, not given the circumstance that backed the situation up, he is worth my eyes staying still.

He left me wondering why I was ever in love with Ridley in the first place, only if I had knew someone who looks like is out there waiting for me.

I wonder how he sees me, I am beautiful but in a sense of courage and self-love. I doubt he see me as a goddess, compared to a god that he looks like.

I might be a goddess in the eyes of my admirers when in school, but I can’t help but question my beauty when I failed at pulling Ridley with my charm. He never fell, no matter how hard I tried to make him.

“Do you enjoy staring at me?”

Those enthralling lips made another movement spitting out words in the sound that nudge my inside.

I zoned back in to reality, my eyes still glued to the Greek man in front of me.

“What was your question?” I could ask, even though I remembered. I would jump at any chance that makes me hear his voice.

“Ever heard of the mysterious Lycan King?”

“No,” my response was sharp however, bold to the hearing while awaiting the introduction that would follow, thus leading to me hearing more of his voice.

He smirked, his action unexpected as he stood up, back on his feet that swirled around proceeding to walk out of my presence.

“Hey who are you?” My voice went loud asking him, stopping him on his walking tracks at the verge of reaching the door.

He turned back to face him, his veiny hands sliding straight into the pocket of his pants. He strode over to me, his huge frame towering right above me.

And I ask again, “Who are you?”

His lips parted, smoothly without any lump, composing the response I didn’t bargained to hear but guessed. “The feared and powerful Lycan King.”

I could notice myself getting paler, with a quibbling lips I manage to ask again, “Why did you have me?”

A smirk surfaced afterwards my question, shortly he spewed his response. A response that left my respiration shortened abs traumatized, weakened beyond control and sucked out from reality.