2. Creamy Pale Skin

KING ARCHIE'S POV

A night that was supposed to be my escape from the duties that have been weighing me down, had taken a sudden turn and it started when she walked onto the stage. I came here to have fun like everyone else here but I didn't think I would have my eyes glued to the body of a woman that smelled totally different from every other person in the room.

She was a rogue wolf. A very weak rogue wolf if I must add.

If I wasn't who I was, I might not have sensed her werewolf scent.

This wasn't the first time I left Royal Hills to catch fun here in the human realm but it seemed like for the first time, I would be catching something that would produce a better kind of fun. I mean why not?

She was one of my people. She has to obey me and she was damn beautiful.

Tonight was also the first time I came here since I got the crown from my late father. It has been hectic balancing power at home but the situation was better now. I found the best way to make everyone happy and less hungry for the throne just like my father did when he took the position of Alpha King.

This mysterious white-haired rogue might just be the one that would free my mind from the burden it has been carrying. Was her hair white or was it blond? Either way, it looked beautiful and went perfectly with the dark shade of lingerie she was wearing to perform the dance that had been making every man around me groan pleasurably.

I suddenly and surprisingly hated it even though I had witnessed that action from men for the past hour that I had spent here. It was crazy that I was feeling territorial over a woman I didn't know and whose face was behind a dark red mask… the same color as her laces.

“Fuck! She never disappoints with that body, man. I wish I can have her to myself.”

One of the men around said to another. I wasn’t sitting beside them but my abilities as the Ruling Lycan King of the Were Realm made it possible for me to hear them. Even a wolf of less ability would have heard them.

That fueled my anger… for some weird reasons.

It was strange yet my eyes didn't leave the body of the woman that was igniting unusual emotions within me. I was used to raging and the push to kill but getting these emotions because a man spoke about an erotic dancer was a whole new experience.

Her dark red panties covered nothing neither was the lace that covered her skin. I wondered how she wore the lace and how she would look without any of those fabrics even though I was already so close to seeing all of her.

She was that sexy.

She made my mind run wild and at some point all I could see and hear was her. Everyone else blurred out and their voices faded.

Even their presence faded. I made it so because that was the only way I could stop myself from acting upon my unusual rage. My Lycan Spirit felt the pull too and even when the seducing dancer lifted one of her long legs wrapping it professionally around a pole that had been placed on the stage for her, my Lycan Spirit growled within me, forcing me to bite my lips just to hide that animalistic sound.

I could have sworn the rogue smirked at me before turning her back to me… and the rest of the audience, much to my displeasure. The strong feeling of jealousy was new to me but I could tell that was what was coursing through me. How that could have been possible remained a mystery as I glared as well as fantasized at the sight of the dancer's round molds.

Those molds were just as pale as the rest of her body. The molds that made up her buttocks.

This was pure torture. She might be pleasing the rest of the VIPs in the room but she was torturing me. The way she moved with grace. The way she twisted effortlessly. The way she made me want her.

Fuck!

“She wasn't made to be here…”

My Lycan Spirit snarled. Someone else would have thought he was talking about the fact that the dancer was a werewolf created to be living among her kind in the Werelamd but I knew my Lycan wasn't concerned about that… at least not now.

“You are right. She doesn't belong here in the open. She was made to be under me or above me or anything as long as I’m within her. That was her destiny.”

I knew nothing about fate and destiny but those words seemed right as I said them to my Lycan Spirit through the mindlink. It was after that moment that my eyes sighted the black ink on her back which was bare… not covered with the lace she was wearing.

She had a tattoo.

A black tattoo. She must really like dark colors but nature didn't agree with her. It was obvious from her pale skin and her almost white blond hair. It was easy for me to see her from where I was sitting not just because of my Lycan sight but also because I was sitting close to the stage she was performing on…

Not too close but not too far.

The dark ink was painted below her right shoulder, staying glued to her skin the way I would want to stick to her. The artwork was a rose. A dark rose. It wasn't colorful yet it remained beautiful just like the bearer.

“This is outrageous, Kovan. This shouldn't be coursing through us and she isn't our mate-”

“Mate? We both know that word and the bond that comes with it had gone extinct, Jay and if we are somehow lucky to be fated with a woman that was created for us alone, I would have felt it and you would have sensed it. What I feel right now is nothing but lust…”

“How will you explain the desire to gash out the eyes of every other man here and drag her out of here with your weird human outfit damped over her nakedness?”

My Lycan Spirit who had chosen the name “Jay” for himself as soon as he surfaced, argued with me. He knew I was right but I also knew that he was right. I felt more than lust for a woman I had never met before so it was only logical my Lycan brought up the mate topic.

I was drawn to the mysterious dancer even though I had chosen a mate back home. I was drawn to another woman even though the mate I chose was the only way I could balance the power in the realm. I lusted after an erotic dancer who had sold her soul to the darkness of the human realm even though a Lycan Princess was waiting to be mated to me back in Royal Hills.

It was insane I had been known for one thing. Everyone in my realm knew that their King would get whatever he wanted… at all costs.

And at that moment, I wanted that rogue. I wanted that dancer. I wanted the dark woman with pale creamy skin.

Even my member agreed with me as it twitch painfully in my brief. I was so close to losing my mind. The woman wasn't touching me. Still, I imagined her hands moving all over me while she touched the dance pole and I believed she was looking at me but who knows?

Maybe she also noticed me and knew who I was. I wouldn't be surprised if she came looking for me later to pay her respects.

“Do you want respect from a rogue or do you want pleasure? We have to leave before sunrise so make hay while the moon still rules the sky.”

Jay muttered suggestively. He was also on the edge of desire just like I was. We were both on the deep edge that could carry us both away but none of us were cowards. We liked a good challenge. That was what made us a team of two souls living in one body without killing each other.

“Is there a rule against getting respect and pleasure from the same woman? Whereas, it will be a one-night thing. Fuck her up and get rid of this anguishing want before returning to the pack and to my normal life.”

I replied and groaned lowly as the dancing Rogue blew a kiss in my direction.

She noticed me, Alright.

I took that as a clue despite knowing that she might have done that to any other person in the room. The kiss might have been for the man beside me or the one behind me or even the man sitting before me.

I couldn't tell yet I could tell that I had to get out of the club if I didn't want to draw the unwanted attention of the authorities by killing every man in the area. I couldn't hold the urge to kill every man that had seen that woman’s nakedness.

I had to leave the space. It was hard but I rose from my seat and dragged my feet toward the exit with clenched fists and teeth.

The Lycan a King I was tonight wasn't who my people knew. I have never wanted a woman this bad.

“Make her pay for igniting this deadly feeling within you, Kovan.” I thought to myself, making use of my favorite name as I exit the club.

I was determined to let the blond dancer know that I was the Lycan King and the Alpha King Kovan Archie.

It didn't make sense to me that I wanted a woman like her to know me for who I was but that was what desire pushed into my mind. Never had I waited for anyone like I did that night, waiting for a rogue dancer with blond hair and creamy pale skin.

Hopefully, she will be the fun I have been waiting to get for the past two years.