The Werewolf in Love with Vampire

"Where the hell is she?"

Lyne resisted the urge to curse as she heard her stepsister's voice in the corridor.

She packed her bags with force, lips pouted as she detests the family trip to the South Jungle. The jungle is a heritage passed down to their Father as the royal family and that is where they spend their vacation.

Living with eight siblings which all are her steps has been a living hell for her as she has had to live with discrimination and bullying for years. And for what? Simply because she doesn't have a wolf. Turning 21 next year without a mate, she cared less but it only made her a laughing stock the more.

With tears in her eyes, she replayed the words of her sisters in her head.

'You mean nothing to us. You mean nothing to everyone.'

Korba, her most hated stepsister who was preparing for her marriage soon with Azrael, stepped into her room.

Azrael, the chief warrior who is also a leader of the wolf army has been Lyne's biggest crush since she was eight. When she was a kid, she would often run towards the field to watch him train others without his shirt on. She has always fantasized about herself in his arms and she knew if Azrael had lured her to his bed, she wouldn't think twice before giving in.

All her dreams shattered when she overheard her Father talking with him.

"I'd love to arrange the wedding between your daughter and I soon. I would want to marry her after this month." She heard his deep voice as she was on her way to the King's chamber to report her sisters to him.

Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered who it could be. Who was Azrael's mate amongst the King's daughters? Could it be her? But her face fell when she heard him say next.

"Korba has grown into a beautiful young woman. It won't be nice to keep her waiting after all these years."

She should have known. Who would want to mate with a mixed breed? Her mother was human and her father a wolverine, and she doesn't have a wolf. Slowly, her dreams crashed and she forgot about trying to fit in the boxes of her family.

"Looks like someone's mood has been ruined." A wry voice sounded behind Lyne, and she was snapped back to reality.

Korba Rook, twentyone years old with thick black hair that sits on her head like wool. Her skin as pale as a ghost and her lips always cracked. Her eyes sunk into their sockets. Her cheekbones are protruded and her tall lanky body makes her look like she can break anytime.

Her full profile can make anyone think she's always sick.

So this was the woman Azrael, the most powerful and handsome man she knows has chosen to marry. Although Lyne was also slim, she had a good shape that could pass for a model. Her long golden colored hair brought out her soft pink colored skin. This color matches her red tiny lips, long lashes, and blue eyes that looked like the ocean. She wondered if Azrael is suffering from any eye problem.

"No one's mood is ruined," Lyne replied to her sister as she kept packing her bags. "I'm just doing what I'm meant to do. Follow everybody's rules since I don't matter to anyone."

"What a fool," Korba spat, her face crumpled in disdain. "How do you expect to matter to anyone if you are not one of us? Why you don't even have talent."

"Of course, I do. What would you say about my dreams that come true?" She inquired mildly.

"Oh my God! Baby, that's a coincidence," her sister placed a hand on her shoulder.

"And it's nonsense—"

"Nonsense? How?" Lyne dropped the cloth she was holding before turning to her sister. "I can't believe you're saying this. My dream saved our Father, remember?"

"You mean, almost killed him? You lured the werecats with your nonsense!" They were both standing, faces inches apart. The hatred between them grew as usual.

Lyne raised a brow, "I wasn't the one wearing a scent strong enough to bring them to our pride. You were supposed to protect Father as a wolf that you claim to be, why weren't you there?"

There was silence for a while as Korba looked away defeated.

"This isn't over yet, freak!" With that, she turned and left the room.

Zeidan Bran stood in front of the long window in his office, overlooking the city. A glass of scotch in hand, he dipped his left hand in his pocket.

He is a good six inches tall, has dark brows, and his hair a rich dark brown, matching the color of his eyes, brown. His broad stature gives him a handsome profile. He is every girl's dream man but he knows that he can only marry one of his kind.

Someone bold enough to carry on with him. A woman with enough wisdom to run his Kingdom in the underworld. And he knew that person is no other than Luana, the beautiful but ruthless fighter.

Zeidan is very well aware of the rumors about her in the Vampire city about how tough and wicked she is. She was even nicknamed the ' terror Queen'. He had sent her a message for them to talk over dinner at a fancy restaurant.

The elevator bell chimed and he believed Luana has arrived. However, he was wrong for as he turned, he barely escaped a knife that swiped past his nose. Thank God for vampire speed.

"Who do we have here? The werecats?" He called out with scorn as the three men in grey and black long coats stepped into his office. They were all wearing hats.

Despite their uniformed dresses, Zeidan could still make out who they are.

"Gorge, Tate, Reyns. To whom do I owe this visit?"

"You do know why we are here, Zeidan," Tate called, his hoarse voice barely audible.

"If you're talking about the Onyx, till you die and reincarnate in a million years, you will never have your hands on it. Not while it's still in my possession." He made to walk past them when the trio drew out their weapons and started fighting him.

His speed was making it hard for others to tame him. While Tate and Reyns kept fighting him, Gorge was looking for the Onyx.

Looking around the big office, he was wondering where to start searching when he noticed a tiny light shining out of a room.

With a smile on his face, he stepped toward the room.

"Come here treasure," he chuckled and made to enter but was met with a kick on the face making him fall flat.

Looking up, his face turned into one who's in despair. Long brown and curly hair, black eyes, seductive lips, and body. Swaying her hips towards Gorge, the others saw her from afar and vanished.

"Well, I do always fancy a fight before enjoyment." Her thick long eyelashes batted her cheeks as she looked up at Zeidan who looked rough already, but still goodlooking.

"These werecats are known to be quite rogues, if I remember correctly, my father has waged war against them times without number for overstepping their boundaries." A speculative smile played on her beautiful lips.

"It's a shame you Cats won't learn at all from your past experiences."

Gorge cleared his throat before rising to his feet. "The Onyx is our heritage, we won't rest until we have it."

With that, he vanished into thin air as well. Leaving her alone with Zeidan.

"Pests they are!" She sighed before sitting on one of the executive chairs. Dressed in black pants and a flowerprinted top that did little to conceal her breast.

"Who are you?" Zeidan asked as he moved towards her.

"I'm Luana," she crossed her legs.

"How did you get in?" He inquired, brows furrowing. He looked at the elevator and back.

"You didn't walk in through that, did you?"

Luana's laughter filled the room before standing up to the long window, where the Werecats knife had been through. She ran her fingers across the damage before replying.

"I guess you weren't told that I'm not some random girl. I'm nothing like the ones you relate to within your world," her lips twitched as she said the last two words.

"Why did you choose here anyway?" She walked back to where Zeidan was seated.

"It's my way of relaxing. Living here is okay to me because for a few moments, I forget I'm a vampire King."

"Trying to neglect duties, isn't it?" He felt her breath behind him. Her hands were running over his chest. He checked the wall clock and realized it was 10:00 pm already.

He stood up and held Luana between his arms, allowing his lips to crush hers.

"You do know why I called you here, don't you?" Zeidan asked.

"To be your Queen." Luana smiled as she kissed him again. Their mouths caressed each other with intended ease that belied Zeidan's arousal and the hard length of him pressing against her.

His hands trailed over her breasts, her arched back and hips leisurely as if expecting a signal inside of him. What more could he ask for? He was aroused already.

But inside he felt like this isn't right. This isn't how he's supposed to feel. He broke their kiss, frowning.

"What is it?" Luana asked eyes widened.

He stared at her for a while before pulling her in for another kiss. Luana took this time to explore him as well as she ran her palms over the hardness of his shoulders and chest. She expected him to shiver at her every touch but at every peak, they were almost getting to, the fire would stop burning.

As the moment passed, every caress, every touch did little to stir up the fire he had clogged inside of him. He tried hard to get her related to him. His body warmed up, head pounding, he felt his gums aching and he wondered if this is it. Until it stopped.

He disentangled himself from her embrace, trying hard to comport himself.

"Let's just go to the restaurant. We can get to know more about ourselves there." He turned and picked up his suit jacket before moving towards the elevator, Luana tailing behind.

Getting into the black BMW car with the woman beside him, he wondered if this was going to work.

He started the engine after a glance at Luana whose face displayed plenty of unasked questions. He wished he could answer them all but then he was confused himself.

They drove past the hustling and bustling environment of the city.

Luana raked her hands through her hair before breaking the silence that has ensued between them since they left the office.

"Is there a reason we can't eat dinner at your place?"

Zeidan turned the car to the right as they moved into what looked like a small town with mountains surrounding it. Tall trees silhouetted against the golden moon and the noises from the busy road dying behind them.

"Because I wish to eat at a place that's not in my world," he replied, emphasizing his last words to refer back to Luana's statement earlier.

They drove past tall ancient buildings and soon it looked like they were going into a dark forest. And they drove for a long time, in silence.

They got to a clear path after a long drive, and from afar, they could see a fountain. A big building ornated with golden flowers, trimmed flowers surrounding the place, and dimmed lanterns lighting up everywhere.

"Where is this place?" Luana inquired as the car stopped and they both got down.

"This is my palace." Zeidan walked majestically to his palace. Moving closer, some figures looked like shadows standing around everywhere and until they moved closer, Luana wouldn't have thought they were his workers.

"Welcome, your Highness." A figure that looked more important than the others greeted them before leading them in.

"We've got more problems than you can ever think of," the tall lanky man whispered before glancing toward Luana.

"Your guest is the 'terror Queen'?"

"I think it's best we talk about the problems, Wikh." He patted the man's back before leading him to a room.

"The Onyx...the WereCats have found out where it is!"

This message sent shivers down his spine.

"But how?" He wondered.

"We don't know ourselves, but we suspect that we have a traitor amongst us," Wikh suggested, his expression thoughtful.

Luana walked in on the men as she had been listening to their conversation from where she stood. She felt it right to intervene.

"I could help."

"Seriously, not you," Wikh began to say but was paused by Zeidan who placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'd suggest we increase your army because the way I see it, the Werecats might outnumber us and defeat us—"

"Hold up, good gracious, your Highness, why is she using the word 'us'?" Wikh was beginning to be impatient with the woman's sophisticated character.

"Because very soon, I'm going to be your Queen and I'm going to make sure everything goes right," Luana spat before continuing.

"Zeidan, it's best you receive help from the ones who have the best Soldiers. They will help us defeat these Werecats I'm sure."

"Like your father?" Zeidan asked, brows drawn together.

"No. Like the Wolf packs."

Tension grew in the room suddenly and Luana quickly regretted her suggestion.

Zeidan could remember what history has to say about their relationship. Years of hatred waxing strong between the two groups. The Vampires and the wolverines never see eye to eye and this has been going on for ages.

Before his father's demise, he could remember being told what calamity the werewolves have brought to the vampire city and why they now have extra security. On that fateful evening, his Father had gone out to hunt for blood when he met with a pack of Wolves on his territory.

"This place is out of bound for you Wolves. We have nothing in common so I don't see why we can ever have a smooth relationship." Hail, Zeidan's father called out to the big wolf that stood in front.

"You will not tell us what to do, Hail." Azrael snorted, fangs gritted. "You all waste your prey by sucking their blood and leaving them while we see the need to clear up the mess and finish them once and for all."

But the vampires won't succumb to their threats. So, under the full moon, the vampires and werewolves fought till there was no space left on the ground to fit a foot without being smeared by blood.

His father died the following morning from the wound.

Zeidan's eyes were lined with tears already and he swallowed trying hard to comport himself.

He looked at Luana whose wide eyes stare back at him in regret.

"Don't feel bad, Luana, you have said well." Zeidan's eyes bore on her as if she was some screen that can be read.

" Your suggestion sounds good." He nodded to the man beside him.

"I also wonder if the Alpha will release his armies to you without asking for something in return. We both know how selfish he can be." Luana flung her hair backward as she said thoughtfully.

"Something like what?" It was Wikh who asked this time.

"Something so special. Something the wolves have been fighting to possess for a long time." Her red lips slightly parted as those words dropped like bombs, shattering Zeidan's heart as he mumbled.

"The Onyx."

"But I'll say that you propose something else to him. I hear he has a daughter not too important to them. She's as good as dead in their eyes. You can ask to marry her just to join forces with his men. She'll be our pawn." She sounded so confident.

"You're right. Don't worry, I know what to do." He has had enough brainstorming for the night.

"Wikh, take Luana to the Royal Chamber at the end of this corridor and make sure she is being taken care of properly. By the full moon, I'll do well to introduce her to the whole Vampirinos. As for the Wolf pack, arrange a meeting with them by the South Jungle. I hear that's where they'll be by this season."

"Of course, Your Highness. Of course." Wikh smiled wryly before leading Luana to the Chamber. "This way."

He knew he had no choice but to go by what Luana had just said. If he wants to keep the Onyx safe, he has to drop his ego and ask for a little help. It wouldn't hurt, he thought. The only problem is, that the Alpha is a ruthless leader. He has to find a way to convince him.

The jar shattered against the rocky wall that holds the cave right where the Cat leader lives.

"Holy crap. That woman has crossed me for the last time."

Cat Shelbrooke furiously ran his fingers through his spooky hair as he glared at the three cats before him.

One was full of orange furs and looked fat like an overfed pet. Another had black fur with a few white colors sprinkled on some parts. The last one that stood before their King looked like an underfed cat with its bony cheeks where whiskers grew and green eyes that looked like they could get lost in its socket. It had a grey fur color that did little to cover its ribs.

Shelbrooke looked away from the cats he so much trusted. His own most reliable cats were beaten like mere commoners by a woman.

Luana.

He was going to make sure she pays for it. He rose from his throne, now transformed, pacing back and forth in the cave, his pitchblack fur concealing his limbs as they drop on his body like black waterfalls. His stony eyes looked like they can kill one at a spot with just a stare. Those eyes gave a full light under the moon.

How could his army be such cowards? He was pretty sure they wouldn't have run if it was someone else asides from Luana. At least, someone less terrific. If there was someone he's been wanting to come across again, it will be Luana. Her father was the reason why they lost a lot of soldiers.

He grunted in disdain, strode back to his throne, and sat down.

"I need more information about where the Onyx is. After the full moon, we will be declaring war!" He commanded, his roaring voice tearing the cave and across.

The three cats whimpered as they retreated, their limbs shivering.

"Gorge!" He called and the cat with orange furs walked towards him, fear evident in his eyes.

"You will watch every step of that Vampire King and make sure none of our plans fails. This time, I need more hard work!" After his last word, he pounced on Gorge, his forelimb pressed against his face.

"You hear me?!" Gorge whimpered while the others nodded and whispered a yes.

Lyne knew this wasn't going to be a good idea. Following her sisters to the South Jungle was only going to be the same as before. Full of teases, taunting, and more bullying.

Her father can only do two things to help. Call her a weakling for not being able to stand up for herself or repeat the story about how she is nothing like her late mother.

Lyne watched all her siblings shift into wolves and run through the jungle, going to hunt. She so much wished she could do the same.

Going inside her room, she grabbed her bonnet and her boots. She was wearing black pants and a yellow longsleeved top to protect her skin from the biting sun. She went under her bed and brought out a box on which was inscribed on it her mother's name in bold.

Gillian.

Opening it, she grabbed the bow and arrow that was inside it and admired it at first as she ran her fingers through the weapon.

Looking through the corridor, she realized it was empty.

Lyne wasn't certain what she was doing but she hoped it wouldn't lead her into trouble. Passing through the back of the building that stood erect behind a fence built with large rocks, she passed through the shabby grasses that rose in the middle. She passed by scattered flowers that were so pulled together she wondered if there was a path there.

When she couldn't get through, she knew she had no choice but to climb the fence. Wearing her hair up in a ponytail, she climbed the wall and jumped down to the other side. A dangerous attempt, all to prove her worth.

For a moment, she felt free and able to do whatever she wants. She ran through the woods and into the forest as the morning air brushed through her hair. This was it. Freedom. That was what she's always wanted. She felt the moment in her skin, her head, her heart until a spear crossed her front and went deep into a tree.

She gasped and missed her steps, causing her to fall.

"I'd suggest you watch where you're going, next time missus." A deep voice that sounded angelic seeped through her eardrums and for a while, she felt shy and didn't want to look back at the owner of the voice.

"Are you ok?" The voice called again and hearing footsteps, she knew he was coming towards her.

What if he was one of her father's army? What if he was sent to kill the Royal family and he recognizes her? He'll surely kill her.

"I won't hurt you," she heard him say and this time, his voice was firm but assuring.

Slowly, she let her eyes meet his and her heart skipped many beats for she has never seen such a handsome man before.

Intelligent ocean blue eyes gaze back at him with such innocence he was forced to feel pity for her instantly.

Her straight blonde hair worn up gave him a perfect view of her stature. Long beautiful necks that looked soft enough to be rubbed, plus kissable lips.

He tried to comport himself as he remembered he has a woman at home. Clearing his throat, he stretched his hands forward and helped her to her feet.

"Pardon me, ma'am. I just couldn't help but be security conscious." He tried to explain, sounding normal.

"You could have killed me!" The woman's reply shocked him to the bones. A softlooking woman with such an authoritative attitude. Being a King, he wondered why he finds her amusing.

"Next time, you and your horse can wear medicated glasses before you commit murder!" She dusted her clothes, looking visibly angry, but trying every means to avoid looking into his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I already said that before. I didn't think you'd still be this upset," he looked at her confused but the lady's reply got him in the belt.

"What? I didn't know there is a certain number of times you should apologize for attempted murder. If you have a stinking ego, you should know who to direct it to, not me!" Lyne spat before running back to the way she came from, back to the palace before the others returned.

She glanced backward and saw the man climbing his horse back and riding away.

The trip to South Jungle just keeps getting worse.

Zeidan kept wondering who the lady was and how she got that kind of confidence. He couldn't push her away from his thoughts and soon, he found himself smiling as he remembered her action.

His other men had caught up with him and as Wikh rode beside him, he twitched his lips wondering what his King had found amusing.

"I see you just finished watching a comedy show. What happened your Highness?" He inquired from Zeidan who just looked at him and raised his brows quizzically.

"Oh goodness me!" Wikh clicked his tongue in disbelief as to the King's change of attitude.

The large royal house in the jungle was becoming visible to them as they rode.

They got to the large gates that guard the place but were surrounded by Wolves who gritted their teeth, ready to pounce and attack.

As furious as he felt, he tried his best to remain calm. The cries of his people and his father especially rang in his head once again. His Father's last words as he closed his eyes to rest in eternal bondage. His gums were aching again, veins popping out of his forehead. He tasted blood in his mouth and as he licked his lips, he realized his fangs were out and he had bitten himself.

"How are you doing, Korba?" Zeidan stared hard at one of the wolves with brown spiky fur and a bony cheek. His face held so much confidence knowing how his vampire powers always helped him read thoughts.

The other wolves gasped as they all stared at Korba.

"You know him?" One of them with muddycolored fur queried, eyes widened.

Korba stood her ground as she stared into Zeidan's eyes, her slant eyes dilating.

"I believe you are preparing for your wedding with Azrael and you're trying your best to prove you are capable of being the wife to an army chief." As they all gasped, Korba still confused, jumped down from his horse and walked up to them majestically.

They all clenched their teeth in defense but were surprised to see the tall handsome man smile and bow.

"Your highnesses, I've only come for good and not for evil. I'm here to see the King." He began, not missing his captivating smile.

"And who are you?" He looked up to see the owner of the voice and he saw a big black Wolf.

He couldn't miss the description of the most ruthless army of the pack. One whose name has been on the lips of his subjects for ages. The one who killed his Father. He narrowed his eyes.

"Azrael!" He called. "Good to see you. It's me, King Zeidan of Vampire City. I'm here to see the Alpha," he was startled as the smallest of the wolf howled loudly.

Another one that was on the building started beating a big drum and immediately, he knew they were announcing the arrival of a stranger. Slowly, the gates were opened and he was led in with his entourage, the wolves pinning their eyes on his every movement.

Once they were assured their horses have been led to a safe stable, they were led into the palace. They walked through the long corridor that was lined with doors on each side. When they got to where they would turn to where the King would always sit. He didn't miss the detailed decoration.

From the silver ornaments to the golden curtains that beautified the windows. The chrysanthemums, the lily flowers, and the sunflowers all laced the tables and a red rug spread on the floor. He was deeply engrossed in his observation he didn't know when he bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She heard a tiny voice and he knew he couldn't miss it.

"Aggressive queen?" He called as he laughed at her.

His men looked at him, surprised. They had never seen the King laugh this heartily.

"Hey, arrogant idiot!" Lyne called back, already regretting her words as she saw that he looked like royalty.

"What are you doing here? Serving the King?" Zeidan inquired mockingly, his lips twitching.

Lyne shot him a glare before moving close to him as if to attack him, eyes not leaving each other.

"Lyne!" She heard someone call and she closed her eyes tight as she almost cursed the person who interrupted her best moment.

"Well," she faced Zeidan. "This isn't over yet." She walked away but not without shouting, 'Arrogant idiot!'

Zeidan proceeded towards the palace where from afar, one could see the huge throne covered in a red velvet texture. On each side of the throne, two golden wolf statues are placed.

He walked in majestically, ignoring the annoying growls of the wolves on his sides as he walked past them to the Alpha who sat on the throne in his human form.

"Who do we have here?" Styx's deep voice seared through the throne room, causing Zeidan to clench his fists harder.

He has silver hair that was so long it touched his shoulder. His beards were a mixture of silver and black as they barely left space for his tiny mouth.

As he smiled, the others could make out his brown teeth with slightly longer incisors. He looked like he was six feet tall with broad shoulders and chest. A ruthless feature for a ruthless Alpha.

When he got closer to the throne, a few feet away from it, he bowed slightly.

"I have come to see your Majesty." He informed, his dark gaze sweeping across the Wolves who stare at him intently.

"This doesn't look like a pleasant visit, King Zeidan of the Vampire city. Come now to the courtroom while we talk about what is bothering you," Styx laughed hardly much to the vampire's distaste as he rose from his throne, his bulging stomach protruding from his red robe.

"Follow me," Zeidan asked his men to wait for him outside while he followed, and then he disappeared into the room just behind the throne.

"Grrrrr!" A greycolored wolf growled at the men who frowned.

Wikh stepped forward and like lightning, his face changed into a horrible monster with half his face rotten and fangs as long as a needle. His eyes are now black and his head full of smoke.

The wolves whined and retreated. Wikh transformed back into a human and adjusted his coat.

"Next time, learn your manners," he scoffed and focused on the room through which Zeidan had gone through, his gaze darker.

Luana strode across the corridor, scanning the whole place. She walked past some staff who were busy cleaning the place, while some were in charge of guarding the place.

She walked up to a room with a large and heavy metallic door. Something looked off about it and she wondered what was inside it.

Looking around, she moved closer and saw a lock just at the center which means opening it required a passcode.

She tried numerous times but didn't get it. She gave up after many trials and walked back to her room where she watched the breeze play with the grasses. She then remembered her night with Zeidan before his trip to the South Jungle.

He had come inside the room at exactly midnight looking tired but still handsome as before. She didn't look bad herself as she was wearing her lingerie and had just taken a shower and washed her hair with strawberry shampoos.

She had spread different scented flowers over the bed. Zeidan had smiled with amusement written over his face. He walked up to her on the bed, his face resting on her neck as he perceived her hair. He was lost in the softness and sweet smell. But he felt so tired.

"What do you say we make of this night?" Luana inquired as she brought up his face to meet hers, a wet smile playing on her lips.

"Whatever her ladyship pleases." He was aroused already and he couldn't wait to penetrate his soontobe Queen.

Tearing off his shirt, he pulled her legs so she was laying on her back. With his index finger, he trailed her thighs up to her core and played with it for a moment. He allowed her to savor each moment with her moans of pleasure.

"What do you feel?" She asked him as he trailed kisses on her neck causing her to arch her back to fit into his body.

"Nothing yet" she heard him reply but she couldn't tell if it was a lie or it was the truth. But there was only one way to find out.

She pushed him gently until he was laying on the bed and she was on him. Sitting comfortably on his hips, she trailed kisses all over his chest and face. Moments into the caress, they were both over the roof as she removed whatever was left of her clothing, and he did the same. Together they moved in unison, feeling their skin joined together. But throughout their lovemaking, if that's what she can call it, she felt like she did all the work.

Back to reality, she bit her fingers and wondered if this is it. She found love after several failed attempts. The breeze played with her hair and a few strands cover her eyes as she flashed back to many of her breakups with human men who thought she was too weird.

Then, when she thought it was time to give up on love, she found the right one. She will make sure to hold Zeidan tightly so as not to lose him.

Remembering the night again, she jerked up as she remembered Zeidan telling her the code to the room.

"...it's the name of someone that I can never forget..."

She ran to the room again and typed the word "Hail" and the door clicked open, much to her amazement.

Walking in, she was surprised at the number of technology it withheld. But amidst the whole mess, something green and shiny lay in the middle of the room on a rock. Its light illuminated the room.

As she moved close to it, she hit her right foot on an object. Looking down she picked up a pink little plastic with a few pills inside it.

Zeidan never mentioned being on any medication, she thought. However, she thought it best to keep it. Swiftly, she moved out of the room, locking the door behind her.

Zeidan followed the ruthless Alpha into the room, counting from one to ten several times to suppress the urge to punch him in the face.

Soon they were both sitting on chairs facing opposite each other, by the fireplace. From across the room, Zeidan could notice a wooden box which was obvious that people who are interrogated are made to stand in it. Asides that, the only thing he can make of the room is the high table where he was sure the Alpha of the packs would sit to pass his verdict.

"I have ways known you would come asking for help someday. You can't be the allpowerful forever!" Styx's voice jerked him back to focus.

He looked at the man before him and calmly replied.

"I have come to ask for your help, Styx," he rubbed his palms together, as he leaned forward.

"What is it you wish to ask for?" Styx leaned back in his chair, leg swung carelessly on the arm of the furniture.

"Zeidan?" He added.

"The...the Werecats, they're attacking us," Zeidan let it out but paused midair thinking of how best to say this.

"Go on."

"My men are less in number compared to yours and in terms of security, your army holds a great reputation for that. I ask that your men ally with mine so we can fight these Werecats and secure the longlasting treasure that our fathers have bequeathed to me."

"When do you want my army?" That came out different from what Zeidan had expected. Shifting uncomfortably, he replied.

"In a month, as the Werecats have promised to attack anytime in two months."

"Two months?"

He nodded.

Styx narrowed his gaze. "I agree."

"Really?" He sat up, swallowing very hard.

Styx stood up and walked to the fireplace where a box was placed on the cabinet above it. He removed a sheet of paper and a stamp from it and went back to sit.

"All you need to do is sign an agreement on this piece of paper," he smiled slyly as he handed over the paper to the man before him.

Zeidan went through it and on the paper, the Alpha's scribbled writing sprawled on it.

"In honor to whatever deal is made, both parties are ordered to seal it by signing while the Alpha stamps it to finalize the deal."

"What's the condition?" Zeidan asked immediately knowing what the paper implies.

"I'll have possession of a quarter of the Onyx to improve the technology of the Werewolves. Under the law of this stamp, I'll have part of the treasure," he licked his lips as the younger man was beginning to get uncomfortable.

As less evil as the Werewolves may be compared to the Cats, he still cannot trust the Onyx to be in their possession.

"If that is what you want, I'm sorry, but you can't have it." He pretended to prolong the cooperation just as he had planned with Luana.

"So." Styx picked his words with caution as the Vampire King was beginning to rise. "You seem it wise to let your enemies defeat you and take over all of your possessions simply because you refused to give out something simple."

"It's not a simple jewelry!" Zeidan roared back but had to calm down as he exhaled, remembering the purpose of his visit.

Sitting back down, he faced Styx squarely.

"I propose something better. You'll have part of the Onyx but only till we defeat the Werecats. After the war, you must return the Onyx. To honor our alliance, I'll marry one of your daughters."

"Well, here's an addition to your lackadaisical proposition," he twitched his lips. "You'll do one more thing before I can release my army."

Dropping the basket full of her siblings' clothes on the grassy floor outside on the lawn, Lyne's thoughts wandered back to what had ensued between the strange man and her.

What is the man doing in the palace? Is he one of her Father's acquaintances? If so, she might be in big trouble. She bit her lips, her face looking worrisome.

"Hey!" She was startled by her annoying twentysix years old brother, Charles. He is one of her biggest bullies and never ceases to remind her of how useless and irrelevant she is to the family.

His blonde hair sits beautifully on his head and although they're both not on good terms, Lyne will still give him credit for his good looks supported with green eyes and pink lips.

He was wearing his hunting attire and she wondered if he went hunting as a human, contrary to the rules of the pack or if he shifted from the hunting attires. But if that was so, the attires would be trashed by now because they always tear off. This is why wolves are urged to wear sheets or linens to cover their nakedness when shifting.

"What worries my beautiful sister?" He asked, tone indicating pure mockery.

"It's none of your business, Charles," she picked a blue sheet from the basket and clipped it to the lines where they always spread clothes.

"Just as spreading our clothes isn't any of your business. It's the work of the maids," Charles giggled annoyingly.

"But you all make me do it anyway," she shot at him before resuming her work.

"That's why you must tell me. It's none of my business but I gotta know anyways." He spread his hands as if awaiting a hug.

Lyne swallowed before giving in.

"I'm just wondering who that strange man is. Why is he here?"

"That I don't know. But I must say, he's not a friend to us but a foe. His people have caused more havoc than you can ever imagine. If you come across one while you're defenseless, they won't think twice before killing you."

"What?" Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered how he threw an arrow at her. She could have been killed by a man whose looks she almost fell stupidly for.

"He is the King of the vampires."

"Lies!" Her eyes were now laced with tears.

"Oooh!" Charles whistled. "Is someone having feelings for an enemy? I've always known you're a freak."

"No, not that! He almost killed me, Charles!"

Her brother's eyes darkened and his fists were clenched for the first time. She saw her brother trying to stand up for her.

He turned and made his way towards the palace while she sat on the grass crying hard and wondering how she escaped from death narrowly.

She sniffled and rose, following her brother to see what he was up to but had to stop at the entrance behind him. They both stood there, eavesdropping on the King and Zeidan's conversation.

"I'm wondering why you want to marry any of my daughters." she heard her Father say to Zeidan who shot him a deadly look.

"That's because I'm cutting down on your interest," he replied tilting his head to the side.

Who will Father be giving out this time? Obviously as a prey. Her heart clutched hard and her breath held as she listened intently.

"Impressive!" Styx inquired.

There was silence for a while before he spoke up again.

"Who among my daughters are you taking? And I hope you do know she's the only partner you'll ever have. That's the vampire rules, I hear."

"Anyone of your daughters is fine by me."

Styx laughed heartily but his laughter sounded like poison and sounded more like a spear through her heart as she heard him mention her name. His eyes filled with delight as they gave unspoken words that showed he has now gotten what he wanted. The Onyx. However, he can only give to the Vampires someone who isn't worthy of staying with the Pack. Someone irrelevant.

"Lyne," he muttered and Charles turned to go, leaving her to her fate.

With her heart in her mouth, she slid her back down the wall and sat on the floor.

So as not to make noise, she bit her sleeve and sobbed hard.

What fate has for her with the Vampire king, she doesn't know yet, but she knew she will never forgive her family for leading her to the slaughter altar.

Later that night, Lyne barged into Styx's room, her face full of rage. She has had it up to the extreme and she felt it was time to stand up for herself.

Her father was sitting on the edge of the bed going through a sheet of paper.

"Is this how much you hate me?" She yelled, attracting stares from the guards standing at the entrance.

"Get out from here!" Styx roared at them and they scurried away.

"What are you saying, my dear?" He turned towards Lyne who wasn't having any of his act.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "The agreement between you and your guest was about what?"

"It's none of your business."

"I don't think so. We are talking about my life here. You want to throw it all away for a piece of jewelry? You will hand me over to your worst enemy?" She was crying already. Her head pounding with a million unasked questions in her head.

"Is that it?"

"You both agreed to use me for your dirty games? You want me to get married to a vampire?!" She pointed towards the door, her eyes bulging like they would fall out of their sockets.

"Oh, and?"

"You of all people know these people are capable of doing anything. Do I not matter to you at all?"

"You do matter to me, Lyne. In this situation, you do. Ever since your mother's death, you've never joined any of your siblings to fight a single war so you can't understand what this is all about!"

"Of course. You're right." Her voice was shaky. "I'd rather die than get married to that pompous idiot!"

"I've made my decision, and that is it." Styx rose and dropped the paper on a dressing cabinet.

"That. Is. It."

Lyne's brow furrowed in disgust.

"I wonder how my mother would like this."

"You will not mention her name!" He turned at her, eyes changing from their initial color to wolf gray.

"No? Why?" Lyne's eyes widened in mocking surprise. "I just want you to think about it."

"She's so much different than you in all ways!"

"If you loved her as you claimed. If she was your favorite, then treat her daughter the way you know she'd want you to." She gave him a firm look. "If I am not like her, you should have killed me a long time ago."

"You do know that my decisions can't be changed, don't you?" He took a long stride towards his bed and laid there as if to say the conversation is over.

Heart clutching, she swallowed hard.

"I've made my own decisions that I'd rather die than marry a vampire just to satisfy your selfish urge."

Before he could say another word, she ran out of the room.

"So you're going to marry his daughter?" Wikh posed the question as he arranged

Zeidan's bed.

Since the King had asked him to celebrate the wedding in the kingdom before heading back to vampire city, he had no choice but to agree. All to protect his origin.

Sitting on the dressing stool, he accessed his reflection and saw a young vampire version of himself looking at his dying Father.

"Well, it is what it is, old man." He replied Wikh, looking at him through the mirror.

"All for the people. I'm just worried about Luana."

A flicker of hatred passed through Wikh's face as he scoffed and dropped a pillow on the bed.

"Well, it's not so difficult. You tell her the news, explain your reasons for agreeing, she gets mad and crazy, we bound her and throw her out of the city. That's it." He chattered off, almost to himself.

Zeidan narrowed his eyes as he stared at Wikh's figure from the mirror and turned to look at him.

"You do know she planned all of this, don't you?"

"But my Lord, you can't marry two women."

"It's not your decision to make. I'm worried about Lyne being able to face her. I doubt if she can even hold a sword." He twitched his lips and faced the mirror again.

"You can teach her then."

"Why do you want Luana to leave that bad? She seems to be the best I can recommend as a Queen for vampire city. I mean, she has the bravery, beauty, and brains."

Something fell with a thud outside the door and they both kept quiet. Nodding towards Wikh, he rose to check who was at the door, while he followed behind.

Opening it, he saw a girl in a white gown with golden hair on the floor. Her brown boots stuck under a fallen heavy statue.

"Oh my freakin' world!" Zeidan screamed before carrying the young lady who was unconscious already.

Checking who it was, his heart did a triple somersault like it did in the forest. Blood dripped from her head and Zeidan was drawn to her immediately.

"Lyne?" Zeidan called after pressing the soaked towel on her head for the umpteenth time.

Wikh gave an exasperated sigh.

"This is the fortieth time you will be touching her, your Highness. Let her be."

Ignoring him, Zeidan continued to watch over her. He accessed her from her whole face to her neck and her slender body that gave a beautiful shape. He couldn't help but touch her again, this time on her face.

He has never felt this way. After his Father's death, all that has been on his mind was to avenge his death and carry on the legacy. He did warm his bed numerous times with girls who without hesitation fell for his looks. Maybe Luana was just the same. He felt like he has only been pushing himself to like her because she was the perfect ideal Queen.

But a question lingered in his mind now. Is she the ideal lover?

The light from the sun illuminated the room giving it a serene look perfect for having time alone. Music sounded distant in her ears and all she could see is darkness and emptiness.

Inside her as she closed her eyes, oblivious of her surroundings. It felt like she was been thrown into a bottomless pit where she kept falling.

Suddenly, a light emerged from the end and her face was lined with smiles. Finally, it was here. But why does it still feel like she's in the darkness?

The song had begun to echo like it was a dirge made for someone and when she turned her head, she was whirled by what felt like the wind into another dimension where she stood in the middle of the forest. Her forehead was laced with beads of perspiration. The air was misty and her throat sore.

"Hello?" She managed to call but there was silence t first.

"Who's there?" She heard shuffling footsteps, almost like the owner was trying so hard to walk unnoticed or unheard.

"I know you're somewhere hiding! Whoever you are, you can't scare me. My name is Lyne and I am the Luna." Covering her mouth she wondered if she always say that word confidently.

Soon, in the dark, two red eyes surface staring at her. Her heart skipped beats a hundred times as she watched the bulging eyes move closer. They had a catlike profile. As it moved closer, she heard a soft voice call her name.

"Lyne? Lyne?"

She opened her eyes and saw Zeidan standing over her, towel in hand. Her heart clutched seeing how handsome he is. She hoped that everything she thought had happened was just a dream. However, they weren't as she heard her sister's voice filling the room.

"Doing the husband's work already, I can see." Korba scoffed as she sat at the edge of the bed, watching her.

"I'm sorry if I'm being a little forward..."

"You're marrying her for a contract," her annoying voice filled her head and Lyne shut her eyes tightly, cursing under her breath.

"Remember your place and help her remember hers too."

There was silence for a while and Lyne wondered what Zeidan was going to say.

His next outburst shocked her.

"Whether I'm marrying for a contract or not doesn't matter. She's human with blood flowing through her and humans are expected to be treated delicately with care. I'm only doing my job." He rose, smiled curtly at her, and left the room leaving both Korba and her speechless.

"Lucky you. Someone thinks you deserved to be valued for once."

She walked back out of the room and Charles walked in seconds after.

"Hey," he called, trying hard to conceal his concerned looks.

"How're you doing, freak?"

"I'm doing well," she smiled a bit. She was only going to put up with their attitude for a short time before going into a different world.

"What happened?" He threw in the question, causing Lyne to glance at him, memories of the previous day flashing through her eyes.

"I went to confront Dad."

Charles whistled and jogged towards her sister, his eyes widened.

"Tell me about it. You confronted the old Alpha?"

"He already made up his mind. I'll be marrying Zeidan." Her last sentence sounded like a life imprisonment verdict passed to a prisoner accused wrongly.

"So much for being a freak, freak," he folded his arms akimbo, face thoughtful.

Together, they were both lost in their thoughts. Lyne unaware of what the future holds for her and Charles thinking of his next meeting with his old acquaintance. His gaze darkened.

They all stood in a straight line on the field. Their faces were straight and focused on the vastness of the place. Their pupils dilating and their breathing palpitating.

On a high rock opposite the whole Royal siblings (except Lyne), Azrael lay already in his wolf form. His eyes not leaving Charles, the eldest, Reb, Diana, Olivia, Tara, Frank, Korba, and the twins, George and Georgina.

"When you hear the whistle, you must run with all your might. You must be one with the wind and sky not forgetting that nature must be your best friend. Let the air breathe on your first, and let the sun suck up your fury. You are and must forever be the best hunters in your clan. As it stands, you all are nowhere near the best but you have proven to be good."

He continued to talk while the siblings in their white sheets wrapped around them looked forward.

On the first floor, Lyne resumed her position as an audience. Always watching them shift as usual.

Sometimes she would see the nakedness of those who would throw away their sheets before shifting totally and have a good laugh herself. It was always a good sight to behold, but she dared not tease anyone of them about it.

"Look at that freak. She's watching us now, obviously jealous of us." George a redhead whispered into Charles' ears and they both peeked up at her. They held back their laughter for fear of facing Azrael's wrath.

"At the count of three, you all will go out there..."

"Enough with the same preaching, old man. We are used to it." Reb muttered, taking her fingers through her brownish blonde hair.

The drum gave a loud sound and they all ran five feet, some six before throwing off their sheets and shifting into big wolves, their claws hitting the floor and gathering dust behind them. All of them going to bring home the best meat.

The breeze blew Lyne's hair as she watched them leave. Her face expressionless like she was deep in thought but it lasted for a few seconds as she burst out laughing.

Zeidan came out of a corridor and saw her from afar wondering what was making her laugh. Whatever it is, she looked beautiful with her smile.

A bright light emanated from the corridor, coupled with speckles of golden dust and smoke. After a while, it subsided and a man with a black hat and grey coat emerged. He removed his hat and entered the guest room where Zeidan kept his belongings.

He moved to where he kept his boxes of clothes and started searching through them. After a long moment of cursing and moving about, hands on his waist, he sighed in despair.

"Where the hell did I keep this thing?" His frustrated voice held in hushed tones like a confused woman who doesn't know where she kept her baby.

Lyne walked in carrying a basket full of trash. She was cleaning everywhere. He was startled.

"Mr. Wikh?" She called at the man who looked at her mischievously as if he had done something bad.

"Are you ok?"

Dropping the basket, she searched around for the trash bin while Wikh stuttered looking for the right word to explain why he was searching for his master's bag.

"I was looking for my medicine," he managed to say.

"You're on medication? What happened to you?" Lyne had paused what she was doing and faced the older man.

"Nothing. I just use it for this little pain I have on my shoulders. It's been like that for some years now."

"How about we take you to the best hospital on the outskirt of this jungle? I'm sure you'll be fine." She resumed her work and turned.

"Thanks, but you need not worry about me." She heard him say behind her.

Walking down the corridor, she saw Zeidan staring at a picture on the wall, arms akimbo. She got to his side and looked at the picture he was staring at.

Embedded in the squared frame is the mixture of oil paints splattered across the surface, creating shapes and colors that later display on it the face of a beautiful young girl in a blue dress.

"This you?" She heard him ask and she glanced at him, brows furrowed.

"Of course, it's me. More reasons why you should get medicated glasses. Your eyes are failing you."

She scoffed before leaving, while Zeidan laughed.

She knows there was no use fighting it. She would get married to this tall handsomelikethedevil vampire and live her life with him. He is nice, she could give him that. But what if he is only putting up a show since he's still in their territory and hasn't gotten what he wants?

Getting down the stairs and off to the lawn to throw all the trash into a big can, she made up her mind to face whatever life throws in her face.

This week, she'd be leaving her family to live with a man she barely knows in a world she barely knows. All because she is the black sheep of the family.

Once she's gone, she'd make sure Zeidan never gets to bully her the way she's always been bullied by her siblings. It's time to stand up for herself and stop whining as her father would say.

She opened the big can and dropped the whole white sheets and other trash into it. But her eyes caught something. A white paper with a stamp that showed the letter had come from royalty. She picked it up out of curiosity, the wind blowing hair into her face.

She opened it after reading where the letter came from. It indicated it had come from Vampire City. From the palace itself.

"Come home, quickly. I found something important. I also missed you, sweetheart. Love, Luana." The content read.

Her heart burned like fire. Her head pounding like there was a war going on in there and she could feel her blood boiling immediately. Why is she feeling this way? It's just a letter. It couldn't be from his sister because from what she's heard, he is the only child of his parents.

And the name, Luana. Didn't she hear him say that name in his room? So, they were already living together as couples. Tears rolled down her cheeks and it looked like her hate for Zeidan had grown more. She turned towards the staircase and ran to her room.

Zeidan strode into his room and saw Wikh sitting on the chair in front of the dressing mirror, head bent. The room was exceptionally clean and he wondered if this was Wikh's job. But that will be strange considering how arrogant his aide is when it comes to doing the maid's job.

"You okay?" He sat on the edge of the bed, back turned towards Wikh.

"Yeah, I'm just tryna rest my head. In a few days, the wedding will commence and we'll be on our way back to Vampire City." He ran his hand over his almost bald head. "Why is she the one taking out the trash anyway?"

"Poor girl!" He muttered as he remembered looking down at her beautiful face while she was on his bed.

"Being different from your whole family can be a whole lot of work. It's hell on earth."

"I'm inclined to agree." Wikh sighed.

"I just hope she will be able to adjust to our system."

"Our people are less discriminating. They don't consider themselves above others, unlike the Werewolves. We believe in equality irrespective of what kind of magic you have or the power you possess. But whatever it is, I will make sure I treat Lyne right." His face looked determined especially as he remembered the note he got from Luana. He had trashed it without reading it.

He already knew who he want. It's time he tried his best to make Lyne want him in return, and this time he doesn't want any interruption.

"Do you think we should give Styx the Onyx?" Wikh asked, eyes following Zeidan as he moved about the room.

"That's what I'm contemplating on?"

He saw the man's face change and wondered what it is he was thinking. He decided to get into his head.

'Oh my world!' he heard him say in his mind. 'if this onyx is given to someone else, I'll be done for.'

Zeidan frowned and his guts told him to suspect Wikh. However, he kept his mouth shut and went to lie on the bed again.

It was night already and Lyne lay on her bed sulking and sobbing softly. Her room gave off a feminine impression with the red and pink fabrics covering everywhere. Cosmetics and deodorants fill the dresser and a rack of beautiful dresses lay on a brown wooden rod placed above on the other side of the room. Candles surround everywhere giving the room a beautiful scent.

On her bed, a big pink net covered the bed, leaving only a slight space open at the front. It made it look like she was under a tent.

With her knees under her chin, she cried hard. She knew she would be a second choice yet again and she wasn't ready to dive into it again.

"Lyne?" She heard a deep but warm voice call. It was calming and assuring. She didn't get out of her bed. She didn't want to see his face for fear that she might forgive him instantly. His face was too goodlooking.

She sniffled.

"Are you okay?" She heard him call again. After a minute of silence, he spoke up.

"I was wondering if we could talk before the wedding and get to know each other better. If that's okay with you, of course."

"Go away," her voice was shaky and it gave her off that she had been crying.

"Are you crying?" She flinched as she heard footsteps come closer to her bed. The net was further pulled apart as Zeidan looked through it at her red puffed face.

"Oh shit!" He exclaimed as he sat on the edge touching her chin with care and rubbing her cheek with his thumbs.

Lyne cried more with mixed feelings. She has never been treated with this much care but she can't possibly lose her guard.

Zeidan frowned as he took time to access her face red from crying, her lips, and soft neck. He rubbed his hands on them slightly and felt her shiver.

"You're beautiful." He moved in on her bed and kissed her briefly on the lips. He turned to go but was surprised when she pulled him back with his shirt, grabbed his face in her hands, and kissed him fully.

Smiling, he returned her kiss with the same energy and made sure he was careful. He could feel a tingling sensation deep within his stomach and he knew this was it. He decided to take control as he felt she was young and inexperienced but was wrong when Lyne began to open his shirt and rubbed his chest with her soft hands. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine and he moaned softly.

In return, he removed her clothing gently until she was only in her underwear made of tiny linen. He could see her hardened nipple through the tiny fabric and this got him aroused instantly. His heart was pounding as he grabbed her waist, pulled her to him, and kissed her on the mouth, neck, and moderate mound on her chest. Not forgetting to run his hands on her thighs, and stomach before landing on one of her breasts and fondling it.

He felt his blood boil in excitement and something inside him couldn't wait. It's like it had waited for this moment and soon he heard her moan and gasped at the same time. His eyes itched and his gums were throbbing hard.

Lyne couldn't help but give in freely. He was good with both hands and mouth. Although the only time she felt this was when she had touched herself while crushing on Azrael, she didn't want it to stop as well.

She also did a good job by making sure her hands traveled to the places that were most sensitive and places she's been longing to touch from the first time they met.

His shoulder, his neck, his hair that was so soft, his abs, and she did not forget to kiss them too. Immediately, he began to fondle her breast with his hand playing with her core, she closed her eyes to savor the moment.

She felt like she was flying high with new energy. While keeping her eyes closed, she saw something big walking out of the dark towards her. It was white and beautiful but so daring. It snorted and howled. It was a white wolf. As soon as it finished howling it moved to jump on her but she opened her eyes instantly, only to meet with more scaring that caused her to scream.

Zeidan's beautiful eyes have turned black now with two sharp fangs gorging out his mouth.

She scrambled about the bed trying to escape but she realized she had been pinned against the wall.

"Go away!" She screamed and didn't stop until he stood up and walked out of the room.

How could she be so stupid? She could have been killed. But then, what's the point, she'll be married to this monster soon. She should go by what he said earlier when he came into their room.

They need to know each other better.

She rose from her bed, wearing her clothes back and going out in search of Zeidan, still shaken. After going into his room and meeting it empty, she looked at the table clock that stated the time was 11:05 pm. She moved to check the balcony.

There she saw him on the lawn, head bent and he looked like he was thinking. He was sitting on the grass. He was now wearing a new shirt. How did he get in and out of his room so fast?

"I know it's going to be a while before you get used to it." He said, without turning.

She sucked in her breath. How will they ever be compatible when she as a pure human will have to see his monster side often and still keep in mind that she is married to him? Would Luana react this same way if she was the one? She thought.

"I think it's time you stop worrying about her. I'm not even married to her yet."

Telepathy. Cool. She thought.

"What else can you do?" She asked rather to herself, as she took a seat beside him.

Zeidan chuckled at the woman beside him and shook his head.

"Whatever it is you're feeling towards me, I hope it isn't fear because I have no reason to hurt you." With that, he stood up and turned to go inside.

Lyne kept looking towards the sky, her future undecided and unknown. She remembered the white wolf and wondered who that was. It couldn't be her mother, she was pure human. Since her dreams do come true, she'll have to sit back and wait for the white wolf to walk through her door.