Highest rank: #1 in werewolf on 07/14/2016
lycans, soulless monsters born of divine wrath, Zeus created them for destruction. Born half-human, half-wolf, these creatures are cursed to live in torment. But Selena granted them a glimmer of hope in th...
"The amount of wolfsbane in her system kept her sedated for months, she is healing, but her body just needs some time to catch up." The nurse reassured the man.
"I'll be back in a little while to check on her, but if she wakes up, let me or one of the other nurses know." The nurse said before excusing herself and leaving the room.
The man continued to watch her closely. He watched as her chest rose and fell with every breath, and her nose wrinkled with every little snore. A smile made its way onto his face seeing her sleeping so tranquil.
The howling wind outside scratched at the window, trying to break through. The man could see the young woman beginning to stir more in her sleep.
Quickly rising from the chair, he walked towards the bed where she lay. A wool blanket had been placed over her legs to keep her warm. Taking the cover in his hands, he tucked her in gently, as if to not wake her. He placed his large hand over her forehead feeling sparks erupt through his fingertips, sending shockwaves through his body. He brushed her disheveled hair from her face, slowly caressing her cheek.
"regina mea," He whispered.
Suddenly the she-wolf's eyes fluttered open, and her radiant cyan-blue eyes opened ever so slowly. This time she found herself staring into warm pools of chestnut. Looking at one another, though they had never met, at that moment, they'd both felt as if they'd known each other their whole lives.
"Mate." The words left their lips effortlessly in sync.
The woman gingerly touched her neck, wincing at the pain radiating from it.
Their wolves yipped loudly in their heads. All traces of the world around them seemed to disappear at that moment.
She sat up slowly, groaning in discomfort when her injuries' pain brought her back to reality. The woman gingerly touched her neck, wincing at the pain radiating from it. With each swallow, a sharp twinge shot through her throat as if a thousand tiny needles pricked at the delicate tissues.
"Where am I?" Her voice, usually strong and clear, now emerged hoarse and raspy, further evidence of the toll the injury had taken. Her small hand cupped her forehead, fingers accidentally brushing against her stitches.
"Ow," she let out a faint whine.
"Be careful, love." His words sent shivers down her spine. His voice was so calm that she recognized it as the same one she'd heard. "You're safe," The alpha reassured her, "you're in Royal pack territory here in the States."
Her heart began racing, the beeping of the heart monitor increasing rapidly. A bead of sweat dripped down the back of her neck.
"You, you're the alpha?" She croaked, letting out a soft whine from the persistent pain in her throat.
The alpha quickly grabbed the water jug that had been left next to the bed and poured the cool liquid into a paper cup. "Here, have some water." He handed it to her.
She thanked him and took the cup from his hand, her fingers brushing against his own, sending sparks through their bodies.
Slowly, she lifted the cool, clear liquid to her parched lips, savoring the moment as the first droplets touched her parched tongue. A sense of relief washed over her as the water flowed down her throat, soothing the soreness that had plagued her since waking up. She gulped down every drop before handing back the empty cup to the alpha, who gave her another cup. Then, she gladly took the cup from his hands and drank it all, as she had done with the last one. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with air that seemed to carry a newfound sense of peace. With each exhale, a tranquil stillness settled within her. Now she was finally able to focus her thoughts and truly see the man before her.
He towered over her, his broad shoulders and chiseled features accentuated by the soft glow of the room. She felt a combination of awe and vulnerability in his presence as if his mere stature commanded attention and respect. The lines on his face bore the marks of experience, hinting at strength and resilience that mirrored his physical form. Her eyes traced the contours of his muscles, admiring the sculpted physique. Every contour of his muscular frame seemed meticulously carved as if an artist had meticulously chiseled away to create a masterpiece. His broad shoulders and sculpted chest resembled the strong warriors immortalized in marble, evoking images of ancient gods and heroes. Each muscle rippled with a harmonious balance of power and grace, akin to the sculptures that adorned the halls of renowned museums.
As she admired him, she couldn't help but feel protected.
"I am Cane, and I am your mate." He introduced himself, the corners of his lips lifted into a bright smile. "But you probably know that by now."
"You...are you.." she stared at him in disbelief. Her eyes were wide. "You're the alpha? You're.."
This can't be real. There is no way this is happening. How he'll do, I even end up here...wherever here is. A million thoughts buzzed around in her head, causing her vision to become hazy.
"I am nothing else that is more important than your mate." His voice was delicate as he spoke to her, being careful not to overwhelm her more.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asked her.
"Bianca North," She said shyly, a rose color dusting her cheeks. Her wolf was going crazy in her head, yipping and howling in happiness.
He stared into her eyes, mesmerized. "Ego semper posuit oculos in femina pulcherrima es," The words dripped from his lips like sweet honey. His eyes were glossed, flickering from chestnut to jet black.
"What, what does that mean?" She asked curiously
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Cane Aeneas-BlackWood
Age 24 years old
Species: Lycan
To be crowned Werewolf King & Alpha of the Lycan pack
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