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Willa had learned to survive as a rogue, building a life with her father outside the pack. It wasn’t perfect, but it was home. The only thing missing was justice. She was determined to uncover the truth behind her mother’s murder—and prove that the lycan king was responsible. But she never expected the very man she sought vengeance against to be her fated mate.
Ferrin never imagined his fated mate would be a werewolf from his kingdom’s greatest rival—let alone the prophesied female alpha destined to bring his downfall. They had been searching for the alpha that was destined to cause his death for a decade. But could finding out that the alpha was his fated mate mean they were interpreting the prophecy all wrong? Or would he be forced to send her to her death to save his kingdom?
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Willa
I stood at the kitchen sink and finished washing the dishes from dinner. My father started to snore softly in his chair in the next room, and a smile tugged at my lips. This was a typical night for us. We'd make dinner, talk about our day, then one of us would clean up. When it was my turn, Dad would read in his chair but was always asleep by the time I was done.
Just the two of us.
I put the last of the dishes away and hung the towel on the oven handle. I went to the living room and rested a hand on Dad’s shoulder, gently nudging him. He jerked awake as I knelt by his chair, resting an elbow on the arm and my chin in my hand, looking up at him with a grin.
"Did you get any further in that book?" I chuckled.
"Ha." He lifted the book from his lap, placing the bookmark in its spot and closing it. "I suppose I didn’t."
"You’ve been on this one for two weeks," I said, plucking it out of his hand while I stood. I returned it to the small shelf in the corner.
"I’ll get it done eventually," Dad laughed softly behind me.
"Yes, but not tonight. Go get some sleep."
He stood slowly from his chair. He rested his hands on my arms, giving me a soft smile before kissing my forehead.
"You heading to bed, too?" he asked.
"Mhmm," I lied with a nod. His eyes narrowed at me.
"Willa?"
"I’m not really tired yet. But I will be in my room. I’ve got some sketches I want to finish."
"Okay," he said, dropping his hands. "Just no more patrolling."
"I know, Dad," I said with an eye roll.
He nodded and turned toward the hall. I made sure the front door was locked before heading to my room. It was a small house. Just a little two bedroom with one bathroom. The bathroom only had a shower, toilet, and a sink. There wasn’t much to it, but it was home.
I shut my bedroom door behind me and listened for the familiar sound of Dad snoring in his bed in the next room. I smiled and shook my head. I grabbed the black hooded sweatshirt hanging on the footboard of the twin bed I still slept in and threw it on over my t-shirt. I slid my window open and climbed out, making sure to shut it behind me.
I hated sneaking out like this. Like I was a stupid teenager. But after my dad found out I had been venturing into lycan territories, he forbade me from patrolling anymore. Or at least he tried to. It’s hard to do when I’m an adult and the only one that keeps our little home safe and hidden. Living outside a pack meant we needed to stay out of sight and out of pack territory. Typically, if you follow those rules, they leave you alone. But sometimes, the younger warriors would get a hair up their ass to go rogue hunting just for the fun of it.
I slipped into the woods, allowing my wolf’s night vision to take over as I made my way down the familiar game trail that led east. We were only a few miles from the border of Whearhal, the lycan kingdom. Another downside of living the life of a rogue wolf. Rogues often spent their time moving from one location to another, mostly sleeping rough or squatting in abandoned buildings. We were lucky to have our little house and managed to find a way to keep the lights on and the water running.
I walked about two miles from home before I stepped off the trail. I kept an eye on the trees watching for the nearly imperceptible markers that I had been leaving to let me know I had already gone from that point. Finally, a quarter mile after the last marker, I stopped and slipped behind a tree. I pulled out my knife and the red powder I kept with me. I carved into the trunk and sprinkled the powder over it, mixing in some of my spit. It wasn’t glamorous, but it sure was handy. Once that was done, I stripped down and shifted into my wolf.
I loved the feeling of going for a run. It was the ultimate form of freedom. But I couldn’t let go for long. The marker was only a mile from the lycan lands at this part of the border. Once I reached the border, I hunkered down in a hiding spot and waited for the patrol.
After waiting for over an hour, I still hadn’t seen a single sentry pass by. It was odd. Since I started these trips over a year ago, I had never not seen a guard. Don’t get me wrong. They were hard to spot most of the time. They were well-trained and diligent. But they still always made their presence known if you knew what to look for. And however diligent they were, I was always just a little bit smarter.
But for there to be no guards at all?
I remained focused on my surroundings. I needed to make sure to stay out of sight, but I was also here for a reason. I was trying to find the best way in and out of Whearhal. If I could find the border patrol’s weak points, I could get in and out regularly, allowing me to scope out the lycan city that lay only fifteen miles from the border.
With still no sign of any guards, I took the opportunity and crossed the border. The city backed up into the southern mountains. But for being as close to the werewolf territories as it was, I seemed to never see any sign of them in these woods. Save for the border patrols, of course. But gratefully, I seemed to be the only one in the woods that night.
In hindsight, I should have found that suspicious.
I was cresting a ridge when Dharlow came into view. Built up against the mountainside sat a massive castle. It was where the lycan king and his council lived. A large town sat a short distance away from the base of the massive structure. The modernity of the town seemed strange against the classic fairy-tale castle backdrop. That was my goal. To one day find my way into the town.
The western lands were now run by several werewolf packs that had rebelled over a hundred years ago, taking their own territory to escape lycan rule. However, the lycans still had a population of werewolves that served under them. That would be my way in.
I had been searching for a safe way in and out of the territory. A way that would allow me to sneak in and start being seen in the town a little. Become familiar. Work my way into a job that would get me into the castle. Looking at the sight before me, my goal only a few short miles away, and knowing I had found an unguarded stretch of land, my heart was racing out of my chest.
I sat for a while, taking in everything I could from my perch on the hill and committing it to memory. As it got later, I stood and started making my way back home. I was almost giddy with what I had discovered. But I knew that I needed to stake out that part of the border for a while longer before I could fully determine if it was the safe route I was looking for.
I was halfway back when I paused. Suddenly, I felt a shift in the air. As if I wasn’t alone. I tucked into a shadow and sniffed the air, trying to make out a scent. I caught nothing for a few moments, and just when I was about to move again, I caught a peculiar scent. It was faint and brief, but there was something about it I couldn’t put my finger on. I stayed put for a while longer, but the scent didn’t appear again.
I was still a bit on edge, but I knew I needed to get moving. So, I emerged from my shadow and trekked my way through the forest. I kept a steady pace, but I didn’t want to run full-on, afraid it would draw attention to me. It was a long trip. I would feel as if I was alone for a distance, and then the feeling of being watched would settle in my bones again for a while. It was off and on the whole way to the border.
Once I passed out of Whearhal, I took off at a run. I swerved around some and backtracked a few places. I didn’t want to lead anyone back to my spot if there was someone still trailing me. By the time I made it back to my clothes, I was worn out, but I felt confident I was alone.
That was a mistake.
I shifted back into my human form and slipped on my clothes. As soon as I tugged my t-shirt down, I caught that scent again. But this time, it was much stronger.
My heart started pounding as I felt a presence behind me. I shot around quickly to see a male standing in the moonlight only feet away from me. His voice crossed the short distance between us.
"Mate."
Chapter 2
Ferrin
I had followed her for miles. I knew she was a werewolf the moment I caught a whiff of her. I trailed it until I saw a glimpse of her wolf in my forest. I stalked her here. I told myself that it was because I needed to know who this wolf was on my land, but there was something about her scent that had me following her in a way I didn’t think I was controlling.
She tried to lose us near the end, but lycans are far better trackers than that. When she finally stopped and shifted into her human form, I had to approach her. Shifting out of my lycan form myself, I moved toward her. When I was a few steps away, her scent engulfed my senses, sending an irrepressible need through me. As soon as she turned around, I knew why.
"Mate."
The word sprang from my lips. It was overwhelming. In the light of the moon, I saw her eyes widen in shock. Then fear flashed across them before they narrowed in determination. She took a defensive stance, and I pulled myself out of whatever trance I was in. That’s when I realized.
She was an alpha.
Her aura was blazing around her.
This was her.
The one we have been searching for all these years.
Her claws extended, and she let out a low growl. I couldn’t help the snarl that escaped in response. A war of emotions flooded through me as I took her in. She made no move to attack, her only intention being to defend herself if need be. But that didn’t mean much at this moment. If she knew who I was, would that still be the case? But that still didn’t mean I could actually attack her. Not now.
I was still rushing through my thoughts when there was a flash of movement from my right. A blur of fur crashed into her, sending her flying through the air and landing hard on the forest floor. Damen, my beta, was standing over her in a second, his claws raised.
"Stop," I called as panic rushed through me. He stood back, shifting into his human form as I approached. I knelt down beside her. She was knocked unconscious but otherwise seemed unhurt.
"Ferrin," Damen said behind me. "She’s an alpha. A female alpha."
"I am aware," I snapped.
"It can’t be a coincidence that we found her on our lands," Damen insisted.
I stood and pushed my fingers through my hair. "I know."
"What are we going to do? We can’t just leave her."
Of course I couldn’t leave her. She was my mate.
But she was also my enemy. She had to be. She was the only female alpha we had discovered over the past ten years of searching. I knelt back down beside her, brushing the hair out of her face as she lay still on the leaves.
She was beautiful.
I pushed the burning in my chest away and replaced it with anger. Anger that she would be the one the goddess fated me to. Anger that she had the nerve to enter my territory. Anger that she wanted my destruction. Then I saw the dark pool forming beneath her and smelled the blood in the air. I tilted her head, feeling my way along the back of her skull. My fingers came away wet and sticky.
I couldn’t fight the panic that coursed through me. I cursed under my breath, pressing against the wound to stop the bleeding.
"Ferrin," Damen’s voice broke through my thoughts. "Ferrin, what’s wrong with you?"
I steadied my breathing before responding.
"She’s my mate."
"What?" he responded loudly.
I stooped down and slid my arms under her, scooping her up into my chest. Electricity shot through me, and tingles broke out wherever her body touched mine. She stirred in my arms. I looked down as her eyes opened. The moonlight catching them reflected a bright hazel with so many colors shining through. They held confusion as they gazed into mine. Then they fluttered closed, and she was limp in my arms once again.
"We need to move," I told Damen over my shoulder. "Come on."
I shifted into my lycan form as we rushed through the trees. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I had to make a decision. And I needed to make it before we reached the castle walls.
If I brought her in, it would only be a matter of time before everyone would discover she was an alpha werewolf. Her aura was suppressed while she was unconscious, but as soon as she woke, in a strange place, sensing potential danger, it would flare for everyone to see. And it was strong. I could feel that even for the brief moment I had sensed it.
But that only made me feel more confident that she was the one.
The council would demand her death. I don’t even know if they would allow any questioning.
I almost stumbled at the thought.
We were almost to the outer walls of the castle when I stopped, shifting back. Damen slid to a halt next to me. I mind-linked my head of security, Austin, telling him to meet us at the game entrance at the back and to clear all the halls on his way. No one, not even a servant, was to be present. Damen looked at me expectantly.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, glancing down at the prone form I still carried.
My eyes followed his. "I’ll put her in the tower." I looked up to meet his worried expression. "No one can know about this. I need to get answers before anyone can find out she is here."
He gave a sharp nod in agreement. We continued on, shifting into our human form as we approached the small door at the back of the stone walls. We only waited a moment before it swung open. Austin stood in the doorway, a concerned look crossing his face as he looked between the two of us before his gaze fell on the woman in my arms. His eyes widened.
"Is that…?"
I pushed past him into the safety of the castle, making sure he bolted the door behind us. Austin turned to us and handed us some sweatpants to put on. Damen grabbed them and slipped them up over his hips before turning to me and reaching for my mate.
A growl escaped my lips and I stepped back.
"Ferrin," Damen said warningly.
I shook my head, pushing away the sudden possessiveness that took hold. "I know."
I hesitated for another moment before depositing her into his arms. I grabbed the pants from Austin’s grip and pulled them on quickly. I didn’t want his hands on her any longer than they had to be. I retrieved my mate from Damen as Austin began to speak.
"Is anyone going to tell me what is going on?" he asked.
"You cleared the passages?" I asked.
"All through the lower three levels on this side," he said.
I nodded and began making my way toward the tower stairs, Damen and Austin keeping step behind me.
"So, neither of you is going to tell me what the he1l all this is about?" Austin whispered.
"Yes, she’s the alpha," Damen responded quietly.
"Heck," Austin said. I heard his feet skip a step for a moment. "Are you sure?"
"She’s an alpha, at least," Damen replied, his voice strained.
"What’s with all the secrecy? I understand not wanting to draw too much attention, but this seems a bit much."
I stopped as we reached the base of the stairs. Listening to make sure there wasn’t anyone using them. I nodded to Damen to go ahead of me. I knew Austin had questions, but I just wanted to get her out of sight. I’d deal with our next move then.
Damen went ahead of us a short distance to make sure no one was in or entered the passageway. I carried her all the way to the top floor. There was a single suite there. It was regularly empty as it was reserved to accommodate extra guests when other rooms were full. I placed her down on the bed and quickly checked her head wound. I was relieved to see that it was healing already. I wouldn’t need to call a physician. That was one less person to worry about.
I was about to caress her face but resisted the urge. A new wave of anger and hurt washed through me at the situation I had found myself in. If she was who I thought she was, she was far more dangerous than she appeared. I couldn’t afford to let myself be fooled by whatever the bond was doing to me.
I returned to Damen and Austin, who were waiting by the door. I took the handcuffs that hung from Austin’s belt and returned to the unconscious werewolf. I picked up one of her wrists and secured it to the headboard with the cuffs. I had to get answers.
I returned to my companions and ushered them out the door, shutting it securely behind us.
"Austin, I need a list of your most trustworthy guards. I need two on duty outside this room at all times. But keep it limited to as few as possible."
"Ferrin," Austin replied, "what the he1l?"
I ran my hands across my face and through my hair, turning my face to the rafters above my head. I wanted to tell him. I was going to tell him. He was one of my best friends, and I couldn’t keep this from him. But I was still trying to work through everything myself.
"She’s his mate," Damen voiced quietly.
Austin cursed. "Seriously? What are you going to do?"
"Get answers," I said, leaning against the door. "In the meantime, we have to keep this secret. If the council finds out, or anyone, for that matter, I don’t know what the outcome would be. With either piece of information. Half the council is just as likely to demand her execution as the other half is to use her against me."
"I wouldn’t be too surprised if it was more than half with the latter," Damen grumbled next to me. "But we can’t have either happen."
I gave him a grateful look, but I was still a little surprised. I knew they would back me up regardless of what they thought of the situation. But seeing as Damen was about to rip her throat out in the woods earlier tonight, I wasn’t expecting him to agree with me.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he shrugged and said, "Regardless of what she may have planned to do, she still hasn’t technically done anything wrong. Taking a run in our lands sure isn’t something to kill her over."
"You want us to stand guard for now until you can send someone up?" Austin asked.
I shook my head. "I’m going to stay with her until she wakes up. The sooner she talks, the better."
They both nodded and headed down the stairs. Once they were out of sight, I entered the room that held my unconscious mate and enemy.
Chapter 3
Willa
There was a pounding in my head as light filtered through my eyelids. I winced but forced my eyes to open as I tried to remember what had happened. As my vision cleared and adjusted to the light, I realized I was in a strange bedroom. My heart started to pound as I pieced together the events of the night. I started to pull myself up into a sitting position when my eyes met another’s.
It was the lycan from the forest.
I jerked myself backward, hissing as my wrist was yanked hard by the sudden movement. I was chained to the bed. I moved my attention back to the stranger sitting in the chair nearby, putting my feet in a position I could start kicking if he came near me. I worked to steady my breathing. It was hard, with the ache in my head getting worse. But I wasn’t going to let him know I was scared.
I set my jaw and waited for him to say something.
"How is your head?" he asked, no emotion in his voice.
I didn’t respond. Instead, I looked him up and down, taking a deep breath to take in his scent. Damn, he smelled good. Like balsam wood and eucalyptus. He was wearing sweats and a t-shirt that stretched across the muscles of his chest and arms. He was gorgeous, with piercing blue eyes and dark hair.
I was reminded of what he had said in the woods before I lost consciousness.
Mate.
That couldn’t be. There’s no way I was fated to a lycan. For one, werewolves and lycans didn’t mate. Not even by choice, let alone fate. And second, I hated lycans.
"What is your name?" he spoke again, still not giving away any emotion in his words.
I remained quiet, lifting my chin in defiance.
He sighed deeply and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Okay, perhaps this will be an easier question. What were you doing in lycan territory?"
"I got lost," I lied, the corner of my lip twitching. I didn’t really try to make it sound convincing.
Anger flashed in his blue eyes for a moment before he replaced the mask. He sat back in the chair again, crossing his arms over his chest. He regarded me from his perch for a long while. I needed to change positions. My fingers were starting to go numb from straining against the cuffs, and the muscles in my back were aching from holding myself upright. At least the throbbing in my head had started to subside. He must have noticed me fidgeting because he started to speak.
"The cuffs won’t come off until I get my answers."
I let out a low chuckle. "Look, if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with. There’s nothing you need to know."
His cold expression finally broke as confusion covered his face along with something else. Was that pain I saw in his eyes? I looked away as his gaze became too intense. I shifted on the bed, pushing myself up against the headboard, pulling my knees up to my chest.
"I have no intention of killing you," he said. "But I also can’t just let you go."
"What do you want with me?"
He stood and moved the chair closer to the bed, sitting back down and meeting my eyes again. "You answer my questions, and I’ll answer yours."
I scoffed. Like I would believe anything he said. But something in his eyes, his proximity to me, his scent filling my nostrils, sobered me. What other option did I have? I looked up and nodded once. He tipped his head, indicating I could go first.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked.
"Because you are my mate," he stated. "Because you were bleeding and unconscious. And because I need to know why you were here."
He allowed his answer to settle in for a moment.
"How is your head?" he finally asked.
My eyes shot up to his before I could cover my surprise. "It’s fine," I replied stiffly. "So if I’m your mate, why am I chained up?"
I noticed the muscles of his jaw flex for a moment. "Because you are an alpha."
My brow furrowed. "What the hel1 does that ha…" He cut me off with a look. It wasn’t my turn. But his answer had me on edge, even more than before. How could he even tell I was an alpha? Or, rather, that I used to be. I had lived outside a pack for too long. There shouldn’t be much of that aura left in me.
"What is your name?"
"Willa," I replied. The corner of his lips rose slightly for a moment. I didn’t like how the sight made my stomach flip. "Why does it matter that I’m an alpha?"
The shadow of a smile faded, and what I thought was a pained look returned to his face. "That is something I regretfully can’t tell you. Although, it would possibly make all this easier if I could."
"That’s not an answer," I blurted out.
"Just because it isn’t the one you want or one you like, doesn’t mean it isn’t an answer."
I snorted, biting my lip to stop the nasty response. He wanted to play it that way, did he?
"Why were you in lycan territory?"
I looked him dead in the eye. "I got lost."
"Willa," his voice was full of warning.
"Just because it’s not the answer you want doesn’t mean it’s not an answer." I threw his words back at him.
I could see his anger rise again. "At least my answer was an honest one."
"Says you."
He opened his mouth to speak but shut it quickly, closing his eyes and taking a few steady breaths.
"Willa, why were you in lycan territory?"
I sat up straight again. I was done with this game. It didn’t matter why he brought me here or why he hadn’t killed me yet. He would eventually. That’s what they do to my kind. Mate or not. And I was done talking.
He rubbed a hand down his face and looked out the window. He tapped the arm of the chair absently before he stood. He took two steps forward, closing the distance between the chair and the edge of the bed. I pressed harder against the headboard, the bars stinging into my back. His hand moved toward me. It paused for a second when I failed to hide a flinch as if he had thought better of the action for a moment. But then it continued until he was cupping my cheek gently.
Our eyes caught as tingles erupted from his touch. I was breathing heavily, and I tried to break eye contact, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I felt my own hand start to move up to cover his but pulled myself back to reality, dropping it beside me and tearing my eyes from his. I turned my head away and balled my hands into fists.
I heard him breathe deeply as he pulled away. "I have to go. I’ll be back tonight when it’s dark. Someone will bring you something to eat soon."
He walked towards the door.
"You said the cuffs would come off if I answered your questions," I called after him.
He stopped. "I said they’d come off when I got my answers. I haven’t gotten them all yet."
He opened the door and was gone, the sound of the lock clicking echoing through the room.
I screamed in frustration, yanking at the metal that bound my wrist and hitting the pillows with my free hand. "B@stard," I yelled into the air. I heaved a few angry breaths before the tears began to form, and a sob escaped my lips.
I stifled it, pushing back the lump in my throat and blinking back the tears. Now was not the time to break down. I looked around the bed for something I could use to get the cuffs off.
If I could get free, I could figure out where I was and how to get out. I scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up, opening the drawers of the nightstand that was next to it. I cursed under my breath to find them all empty, not even a pen or pad of paper.
I examined the objects on top – a decorative resin piece with a butterfly preserved inside. It had a hefty weight to it, but I doubted it would do much in breaking the metal restraints. There was a clock and a lamp. I picked up the lamp to see if anything jumped out at me as something I could break off, but there was nothing.
I awkwardly squatted to the floor and tried running my hand along the floor, hoping someone hadn’t cleaned under there in a while. Still no luck. I huffed, throwing my head back and closing my eyes for a few moments. When I opened them again, I noticed the walls were heavily decorated. If there wasn’t a painting or a sconce or some other decorative knick-knack, there was a tapestry, like the one that hung above the headboard. I climbed back on the bed and ran my hand along the edge to the corner. I gave it a tug, but it was well secured to the wall. I pulled at the corner, trying to see how it was secured, and sure enough, there was a nail.
I smiled and started to tug on the fabric, careful to work the nail out and not just rip the tapestry off it. I was working it out of the plaster, which was a bit awkward at the angle I was at when I heard keys in the door. I threw myself back down on the bed just as the heavy wooden door creaked open. I looked up to see another male lycan walk in with a tray in his hand.
He eyed me as he walked to the bed, setting the tray that held breakfast food on the blankets where I could reach it. I didn’t recognize his face, but something about his smell was familiar.
"I’m Damen," I said to me. "If you need anything, just yell. I’ll be just outside the door."
I gave him a confused look but didn’t answer him. He gave me a small nod before turning to leave. That’s when it hit me.
"You’re the assho1e who knocked me out," I blurted out.
He stopped in his tracks. An amused and then worried look appeared on his face. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was just protecting my…" he stopped and considered his next word, "friend."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Because he is often attacked by strange females he stalks through the woods?"
He chuckled quietly. "No, you would definitely be the first." He shook his head and moved to leave.
I sighed. "Thank you," I called behind him. "For the food." I may not like the arrogant jerks, but I still had manners.
Chapter 4
Willa
I had eaten the food Damen had brought to me despite trying to convince myself not to. But ultimately, my stomach won out. I had run my hand through my hair and felt the matted, dried blood that stuck to it.
I must have really banged it hard, or rather Damen had banged it hard when he tackled me. Either way, it was no wonder I was starving. I had spent hours healing, which is why it also didn’t surprise me when I felt exhausted by the time I was done eating.
Thoughts about being drugged or poisoned bounced around the back of my mind, but for some reason, I just didn’t feel like that was going to happen. Still, I pushed myself to stay awake, dragging myself back up on the bed to start working on the tapestry. It didn’t take me too long to get the nail pulled out of the wall, but my victory was short-lived when I realized I didn’t really know what I was going to do with it. I had never picked handcuffs before.
But how hard could it be?
I sat back a started working on the lock, but I was soon struggling to keep my eyes open. I didn’t even know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was dark in the room, the only light coming from somewhere behind me. I sat up, wondering where the blanket that covered me came from, as I looked around the room.
I saw him sitting in the same chair as before, but he had moved it back again, keeping distance between us, which I was grateful for. His head rested on his hand, and he seemed to have dozed off. I scooted up on the bed, positioning myself back against the headboard again, and waited.
I took the time to take a better look at him. It was hard not to admire his good looks. He was tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and slender hips. His brown hair was so dark it was nearly black and just long enough to allow the natural wave to take over.
I sighed and looked away, trying to ignore the pull that I was feeling toward him. Trying to think of anything else, I realized I needed to relieve myself. I chewed on my lip as I eyed the door that I could see leading to the bathroom, contemplating the humiliation of having to ask to use the toilet.
I was lost in my concern when I heard the click of metal on metal and felt the resistance on my wrist release. I looked over and met his eyes. He tipped his head toward the bathroom and turned back to the chair.
I slid off the bed quickly and escaped to the bathroom. I relieved myself and took my time washing my hands. I looked at the bath longingly, wondering if I could get away with showering. I decided against it.
Mostly because I didn’t want to be exposed in a room where I didn’t trust the lock.Instead, I found a washcloth from under the sink and used it to wash my face and another to try to get some of the dried blood out of my hair. I used my fingers to pull some of the tangles out before I exited.
He looked up and nodded his head back toward the bed. "Sit."
I moved to sit, choosing a spot at the foot end of the bed. As I waited for him to say anything, I resigned myself to playing his version of twenty questions. I didn’t want to know anything about him. Honestly, I didn’t trust how this stupid mate bond would make me react. But I had to learn something. I still didn’t even have any idea where I was.
The cold, distant expression had returned to his face as he regarded me from his chair. He still hadn’t said anything, so I decided he was waiting on me.
"So, who is Damen to you?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"He is my beta," he replied.
Beta? I knew lycans used the same hierarchies werewolves did, but theirs weren’t predetermined like ours were. A werewolf’s hierarchy was determined by their aura. The stronger and more commanding the aura, the higher the rank. The only thing that would change that was to become a rogue. If you had no pack, you had no rank.
Lycans didn’t work that way. They could fill whatever rank they earned or were entrusted with. And they didn’t go rogue. It was a bit frustrating not knowing where my captors fell or what they were capable of.
"What pack are you from?" he asked.
"I don’t have one," I said honestly. "I was raised as a rogue."
His brow furrowed. It must have sounded like a lie to him.
"You don’t smell like a rogue," he commented. "You don’t have the aura of a rogue," he followed with force.
I shrugged. "Maybe you’re just special. You know, the mate bond and all that."
"Perhaps," he said quietly. "Why were you in lycan territory?"
"I was curious about the lycan village." It wasn’t a lie.
"Why?"
I gave him a warning look this time.
He sighed and tipped his head. "Forgive me. After you."
"What is your name?"
He held my gaze intensely, like he didn’t want to miss any part of my reaction. "My name is Ferrin."
I froze. My heart rate spiked, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Finally, I croaked out, "As in Ferrin Elswick?"
He nodded once.
I shot up from the bed, backing away from him, panic and rage and hatred rising like bile in my throat.
Tears started to burn my eyes as another realization hit me — this bloody b@stard was my mate. I was
fated to the lycan king. My worst enemy.
"Willa," he said as he moved to stand.
"Why does it matter that I’m an alpha?" I demanded. My claws started digging into the palms of my hands as I gripped them into tight fists. He saw the blood dripping from between my fingers and he tried to move toward me again.
"Willa…"
"Why?" I yelled, stepping farther away.
"We’ve been searching for a female alpha werewolf." I opened my mouth to speak, but he rushed ahead. "But we never found one. They are extremely rare. As far as we could tell, the last one died thirteen years ago in a car accident."
I couldn’t hold back the rage-filled laugh. "She didn’t die in the crash. She was murdered," I spat, "by a lycan."
"Who told you that?" he asked as he raised his hands in a pathetic attempt to calm me.
"No one. It’s what I told them," I replied. "When they found me next to my mother’s dead body."
His face paled, and he stopped dead in his tracks. "What?"
"We were run off the road when she was on her way to a meeting with YOU," I continued, fighting the
shift that was threatening to take over. "She was pulled from the car by a fucking lycan who proceeded
to rip her throat out as she tried to protect ME."
"Willa, I…"
I took two steps toward him. "You are the only one with the authority to sanction her death," I bellowed.
I wanted to tear him apart. To take his life the way he so easily decided to take my mother’s.
He was right there in front of me. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t survive. I may take him out, but guards would come rushing in, and I’d be dead within seconds. I couldn’t leave my dad like that.
But also, there was a tightening in my chest, a sharp, gripping pain at the thought of killing my own mate. My whole body was vibrating with rage and despair. All this time and I couldn’t bring myself to avenge my mother.
"All she wanted was peace." I fell to my knees. Ferrin moved toward me, and I scrambled backward.
"Stay away from me."
He recoiled. A look of horror and pain on his face. Finally, he turned and left without another word.
I collapsed to the floor, a sob wracking through my body. The tears broke through, and I lay there, crying as pain shredded my heart. I couldn’t avenge my mother’s death. And I could never love my mate.
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