Chapter 6.

Vilkas POV.

Man, it’s good to be alive again. Being dead for over 100 years wasn’t what I planned, but then again, I wasn’t planning for the love of my life, a Lycan bitch called Starci to betray me.

Stupid cunt thought that by taking my heart scale, she could save her fated mate. Ha, little did she know that my heart scale can only belong to my fated mate. Well, I guess I will never know now. Considering all shifters were cursed.

The Lycan bitch thought she could get away with it. Yes, I died, or so everyone thought. I only wish I could have been here to save Queen Marcia and King Ronan. The last phoenix and her human king, her mate. I have failed her and the humans.

It was my duty to protect the humans and humanity from the evils in the world, but I failed. Marcia warned me about Starci, but like a lovesick fool, I ignored her council and look where that got me. Heartbroken, betrayed, and killed.

Dragons are guardians, but I failed. But I vowed the day I crawled out of that volcano that I would save as many humans as I could and protect them from the Lycan scum who betrayed us all. However, there is a certain flame haired Lycan that has occupied my mind recently.

I won’t lie. She is beautiful, but it doesn’t change the fact that she is one of them and she will pay. However, I am more interested in how she managed to resist my dragon fire. That is still a conundrum. Serana has so kindly agreed to help translate some old scrolls and books to help me with my little problem. The goal is to kill her, but well, that was the goal, now … I’m not so sure.

“I don’t think she is a Lycan, Vil.” I sigh and lean back in my chair, looking out over the kingdom well, what’s left of it.

“Not this again, Jaka. She is a Lycan, and you confirmed it.” My dragon huffs at my response.

“She doesn’t smell like a Lycan. She doesn’t have a scent at all. Well, she does have a scent, but it’s not Lycan,” He snaps back and I become annoyed with him.

“Oh, and why is that? Could it be that she now smells more like us? Or is it that you have a soft spot for her?” I spit back at him when he growls at me. Whatever.

“You’re such a dick. If anyone is developing feelings, it’s you. Don’t forget what happened the last time you got too close to a Lycan. You lost me part of my heart, you dumb fuck! Serana isn’t a Lycan!” he roars at me and I ignore him. I can’t argue with him though because he is right.

“Look, it’s in the past. We have bigger problems like why she is able to withstand your fire and…” I rub my chest as I feel like my heart is breaking with overwhelming sadness.

I stand as I gasp for breath as the feelings of despair wash over me. Whoever it is is in a lot of emotional pain and it’s someone in the palace. I move towards the door and go in search of who it is. The need to protect and comfort is overwhelming.

My heart is thumping against my ribcage, but it is more like a hum, like a song. A heart song. My chest aches the closer I move towards the one who is hurting. I stop at large oak doors as my heart beats erratically.

“It’s ok, you’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I push the doors open and find Serana with her hands over her face with her forehead on the chest of the werewolf as she sobs. My heart squeezes at the sight.

“Well, what do we have here?” I spit as she jumps away, turning as she wipes her face. She composes herself quickly before she turns and looks down.

Before she does, I catch sight of her red eyes and tear tracks as I move closer to where they both stand by the fireplace.

“I’m sorry, King Vilkas. I was overwhelmed with emotion. It won’t happen again.” I raise an eyebrow at her, but she can’t see it as she is looking at the floor. I scoff, lying bitch.

“I don’t believe you.” I say as I move closer to her. I pinch her chin and force her to look at me. Her face is wet and her nose is red.

“I’m sorry, your majesty.” Her lip quivers, but she pulls her emotions back quickly and I blink at how quick she can change, like flipping a damn switch.

“No, you’re not, but you will be. Finding comfort and solace with one of my guards. You think I’m a fool that I don’t know what is going on in here?” She gulps and her eyes dart towards the wolf. I see red.

“It’s true, isn’t it? ISN’T IT! You have been fucking him when you are supposed to be looking for answers. Right? That is why you haven’t found anything. Too busy laying on your back pleasing my guards!” I scream at her as I grab her by her arm and drag her towards the reading table.

I slam her chest down on to the reading desk. Her face bounces off the desk. My hand presses down on the back of her neck, holding her in place. She whimpers and thrashes, kicking backwards when I add more pressure, and she stills and goes limp.

“Don’t do this Vilkas, you do this and I will never forgive you, she is human!” Jaka roars in my head, but I ignore him.

“You will learn your place. You will learn it is me who owns you and it is me that gets to fuck you. You will learn that lesson now.” I rip at her skirt as she sobs as she tries to break free, pushing herself up with her hands on the desk, tears leaving her eyes as she screams for me to stop.

The wolf moves to grab me but I growl and he stops in place.

“Majesty, please don’t do this. She is innocent. Please, Majesty. You’re making a horrible mistake.” I ignore the werewolf as I unfasten my belt and unbutton my pants.

“She isn’t innocent. She is a whore, a Lycan whore who deserves this. Maybe if there is anything left of her when I’m finished, I will give her to you guards.” I laugh as I reach into my boxers.

“SHE’S HUMAN! Please, Majesty, she is human. I have known her since the Lycan’s captured her as a child. She is human. You do this, then you have failed as a guardian!”