HEAT

Chapter 4: Midas

Warning: this sex/rape scene is more explicit. It you're uncomfortable with it, don't read.

I had spilled the blood of men and young innocents only to leave the women to breathe and be bred from my lycan packs.

We do not have a choice in the matter for we do not have a pre-destined mate until now. Without a mate, a lycan must continue the line to exist because of the lack of female lycans. We make due of what we receive or take.

I know Winter is furious, sadden, and above all, she is helpless from my actions.

I can feel her aversion coming off in waves, yet she doesn't realize she makes my warriors shake with slight fear from her wrath that bellows out in raw power. They can feel from their lycans that this little female is no ordinary wolf.

Her blood boils with a simmering taste for vengeance. Her temper has me falter in my steps when I walk behind her. My lycan wines to our mate, he has this need that I won't allow to be satiated, he wants to comfort her. To make her happy and appease our sins to her, he wants her to forgive us.

I sympathize with her anger, but I must do what is best for my men and for our lineage to continue. I cannot sway any of my choices to make her happy. However, there is a part of me that wants to bend to her and make her like us. I shake the feeling off, it feels childish and I can't have my men thinking this female can make their Alpha bend his neck. When I slip a hand around her waist to bring her body close to me, I hiss realizing she is cold. My lycan mentally bites me back for the lack of care I have towards our newfound mate.

"Are you cold little mate?" She doesn't answer me with her voice but she does answer in the language I understand. She growls lowly, her silent fury emenates deep inside her. She doesn't realize that she has made some of my men and the women from her pack bend their necks to her. My Lycan howls in approval of our mate, he beams with pride at the show of her invariant strength.

"Calm yourself little one," I know she is staying silent because she doesn't want me to hear her. And she's right, I want to listen to her voice. It's as if every time she speaks there's a sweet hum that is made for my Lycan. I try to lower my voice to a sound that can appease her ears. She has me changing my voice so it doesn't hurt hers. It's only been one night and this little wolf of mine has me changing my tone for her.

"Must you be so stubborn," I say when I sense her eyes rolling because my lycan whines at her utter lack of acknowledgement of us. I continue on to either sweeten her up so she can open more to me and speak. But when that doesn't work, I'm left to belittle her, to rile her up so she can spit her fire at us. Anything would do as long as she talks to us. I fear if she doesn't speak she might fall to Winters dreadful lullaby. She is too cold, no wolf can survive this winter without some heat that we receive from our powers. This is impossible for a wolf to feel this cold. With her lack of acknowledgement, my temper gets the better of me.

"Fine, if you want to stay quiet," leaning closer to her ear and bringing her body closer. I lower my voice to a whisper so only she can hear what I have to say, "I'll give you a reason to scream."

When her body feels the already harden erection, she lets out a moan when I bite down onto her earlobe which I don't think she realize it's her own sound. I chuckle at the thought of her body squirming beneath my touch. Yet, when I think about the eyes that only have anger towards me, my blood begins to boil because there's a gnawing need to make her want me.

I halt my horse which forces my men to stop as well. Turning to them, I give them the command to set up everything as well to settle here tonight before we reach home in the next two days.