Chapter 28

OLIVE

I’m standing outside the dungeon, Dinah by my side. She looks shattered.

The news that Asmodeus has someone he loves—a chosen mate, maybe?—hit her hard.

A large lycan is huddled in the corner, knees drawn up to his chest, muttering to himself.

Dinah’s gaze is fixed on him, her face a mask of sorrow. I can only imagine the pain she’s feeling.

Discovering your mate after so long, only to find out they’re with someone else and locked up in a dungeon.

Zeke is leaning against the wall, one leg propped up, looking like he’s ready to tear the lycan apart.

But I can’t let that happen. This lycan might have valuable information about Asmodeus' plans or my mother’s whereabouts.

“When did Asmodeus take this person?” Zeke asks, his voice icy.

“A couple of weeks ago. He threatened to kill her if I didn’t do what he wanted. I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” the lycan says, his eyes filled with regret.

“She doesn’t deserve this…any of it. She’s innocent,” he adds, shaking his head.

“This person Asmodeus took…she means a lot to you?” Dinah asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

He nods. “I was supposed to protect her. What kind of brother lets his little sister get taken?” he sobs.

Dinah straightens up.

“Your sister?” she asks, hope creeping into her voice.

He nods, his face buried in his hands.

A smile spreads across Dinah’s face, her relief palpable.

“Sister? How’s that possible?” Zeke asks. “I thought lycans could only have one pup per mated pair.”

“That’s true,” the lycan replies. “I was adopted…found by my parents during the Lycan Revolution.”

Zeke nods, understanding.

The Lycan Revolution happened about a hundred years ago. There are royal families in the shifter community, including werewolves and lycans.

A trusted royal advisor spread lies and stirred up the public, leading to a violent uprising.

The entire royal family was killed that day.

The advisor is believed to be the current ruler of the kingdom. There isn’t much information available about the lycan royals—they’re private creatures.

Most will go their entire life without ever meeting one.

“How old is your sister?” Dinah asks.

“She’s only seven,” he says, his voice heavy with sadness.

“What’s her name?” Dinah asks, trying to soothe him.

“Lola,” he replies, staring at his hands.

“And what’s your name?” she asks, tucking a curl behind her ear.

The lycan watches her, captivated.

“Idris,” he says, his gaze fixed on Dinah.

I look at Zeke, pleading with my eyes.

~“Little Wolf, I know what you’re thinking. We can’t let him out. He attacked us. He attacked you,”~ Zeke mind-links me.

~“Oh, come on!”~ I respond, frustrated. ~“He made a mistake. He felt trapped and saw no other way out!”~

~“I can’t risk your safety, Olive. I can’t lose you,”~ he says, his voice serious.

~“You won’t. This is Dinah’s mate! Dinah, your best friend. Do you really think she’d be mated to a psychopath?”~

~“Olive, please—”~

~“No! This isn’t fair to Dinah. It’s not fair to him! Look at it this way. Yes, he attacked us…but we’re okay!~

~“I attacked Amber and nearly~ killed ~her, but I wasn’t locked up because I’m your mate. Please, Zeke…do the right thing. For Dinah.”~ I look at him, my eyes begging.

“Uuggghhh,” he groans. “Olive Dubois, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Eeek!” I squeal, jumping up and down in excitement.

Dinah and Idris look at us, confused.

“Dinah, if your mate would rather stay with you than enjoy the ~comfort~ of the dungeons…he’s welcome to.

“But remember, you’ll be responsible for him.” Zeke’s voice drips with sarcasm as he says “comfort.”

Dinah turns to Idris, her eyes shining with hope.

“Well? Would you?” she asks, smiling.

“I’d love nothing more.” Idris grins back.

I start to unlock the cell door as Dinah throws herself at Zeke. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!” she shrieks.

A low growl rumbles from Idris as Dinah is pulled into his side. Her grin widens at his possessiveness.

Idris clears his throat awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Alpha King. My lycan got the better of me.”

Zeke chuckles. “I’ll let it slide. We’ll do everything we can to get your sister back safely, along with our own family,” he says, extending his hand to Idris.

Idris shakes his hand. “I’m forever in your debt. Thank you.”

DINAH

I grab my mate’s hand. A rush of sparks shoots up my arm, making us both moan softly.

I pull him out of the dungeon as fast as I can. My wolf has one thing on her mind, and it’s not hanging around in this dark, damp dungeon.

I pull Idris along, leading him back to my room. I can sense his gaze, taking in every detail of me as he follows.

We tumble through the door, and without wasting a moment, I toss him onto my bed and kick the door shut.

His face is a picture of surprise. “Um, so…should we, uh, get to know each other better?”

“Something along those lines,” I reply, flashing him a predatory smile. “I want to fuck...and I want you to fuck me hard.”

His eyes widen a bit before he murmurs, “Fuck, thank you, Goddess.”

I saunter over to my walk-in closet, feeling Idris’s gaze on me as I sway my hips with each step.

I return with two of my ties and a mischievous smile on my face.

He arches an eyebrow, returning my smile with his own devilishly handsome one, and there’s a playful twinkle in his eyes.

I stand at the foot of the bed while Idris shifts so he’s facing me, watching with interest to see what I’ll do next.

I can see his large, rock-hard cock straining against the joggers he was given to wear.

Slowly, I crawl onto the bed, moving toward my mate with eyes full of desire that mirror his own.

I start to crawl over him, the warmth of his body against mine amplifying the sexual tension that’s already threatening to consume me.

I finally stop, straddling my mate who thrusts his hips upward, his cock pressing against my core, making us both moan.

I can already feel my arousal trickling down my legs. Idris’s nostrils flare; he can smell just how much I want him.

He tries to grab my hips but I stop him.

“Ah ah ahh,” I say, shaking my finger at him. “You don’t get to touch yet.”

I pull his hands above his head. Using one of the ties, I bind his hands together and tie them to the headboard.

“No trying to get out...or you’ll have to wait longer to touch me. Got it?”

He bites his lower lip seductively and nods.

“Use your words, Idris,” I instruct.

“I understand.” He nods eagerly.

I start to pull my T-shirt over my head, but before he gets a good look at anything, I stop again, grinning wickedly at him.

“Whoops...you don’t get to look yet either,” I say playfully as I use the other tie to blindfold him.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans in frustration and arousal.

I slowly pull his joggers down. His cock springs free, giving me a good look at him. Let’s just say, he’s as big as you’d expect for a nearly seven-foot giant.

I lean down, planting kisses and nips down my mate’s hard chest, to his abs, to his V line, to the inside of his thigh. He starts to squirm with anticipation, but I plan to take my time tonight.

I cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, making my mate groan. Bringing my face to his balls, I start to lick them, taking one into my mouth and sucking.

Idris writhes with pleasure. I can tell he wants to touch me all over, but he’ll just have to wait his turn for his fun.

I start to lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. I do this a few times before I finally give him some relief and take him into my mouth.

I start slowly, bobbing my head halfway down his length and back up before taking as much of him in my throat as I can.

“Ah, fuuuuuuck. Dinah, please, I need you,” he begs.

“Only when I say so,” I tease.

I take him in my mouth again, bobbing more and more vigorously, only stopping when I can tell he’s getting close.

Straddling my mate, I use one of my hands to guide him to my core before slowly lowering myself onto his thick cock, taking him in inch by inch until he is deep inside of me.

With my free hand, I lean forward and untie his hands.

“Now you can look and touch,” I say.

He quickly removes the tie covering his eyes and tosses it to the floor.

He pauses as his eyes take in every naked inch of me.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers before grabbing my hips, lifting me before slamming me down onto his cock, making me scream in ecstasy.

His eyes dart between watching his cock pounding into me, my breasts bouncing, and my face filled with sheer euphoria.

Like a kid in a candy store, he can’t decide what to focus on.

In one smooth motion, he springs from the bed, slamming me up against the wall, kissing and licking the spot where my mark would be.

Roughly, he slams his cock back into me and pounds into me with speed.

Sex has never felt this good before. I’m in bliss, paradise even.

“Do you accept me as your mate?” he asks, panting.

I nod in response.

He grins wolfishly before using my own words against me. “Use your words, Dinah,” he says while continuing his onslaught on my pussy.

“Yes, fuck yes, I do,” I practically scream.

Needing no more confirmation, he elongates his canines then sinks his teeth into me, the pain and pleasure tipping me over the edge as I shudder.

My core tightens around my mate’s cock, tipping him over the edge of his own release, milking his cock until every last drop has been drained.

Idris’s head rests against my shoulder as he comes down from his release. My canines lengthen before I sink my teeth into him, marking his exposed neck.

He gasps at the intrusion before moaning at the sensation.

After getting back into bed with my mate, we lie cuddling for some time, just enjoying the moment. I’m still in shock that I’ve finally found my mate, ~my mate~!

I have never been as happy as I am at this moment. Although we still have a lot to overcome and a lot of fixing to be done, I know in my gut that my mate isn’t a bad guy.

I truly believe he felt helpless and stuck with nowhere else to turn.

“How do you feel?” Idris asks.

I sigh, content. “Whole,” I answer.

“Do you…feel any different yet?” he asks.

“I feel… stronger, I guess? Why do you ask?” I answer, puzzled. I mean, it’s normal to feel stronger with your mate, right?

“Are you aware of what happens when you mate with a lycan?” he counters.

I pause, processing his words. “No, what happens when you mate with a lycan?”

“You… transform into one… didn’t you know?”

“Umm, no! You guys are pretty tight-lipped. I don’t know much about your kind! What does this mean for me?” I ask, my voice laced with panic.

He laughs lightly at my distress. “It’s okay, Dinah. Nothing bad will happen. Your wolf will evolve into a lycan. She won’t disappear, she’ll still be herself. She’ll just take on a new form.

“You’ll be quicker and more powerful than an average werewolf. You’ll also have a longer lifespan. We won’t just share one lifetime together, but dozens!”

I let out a sigh of relief.

~Holy shit. I’m going to be a lycan!~