She was confused. She was not a fairy.
“But I am not a fairy.” She stated.
“I know. But you are my mate.” He said.
“How is that even possible?” She asked.
“That is why I will be going to the fairy kingdom to find out.” He said.
“I will come with You.” She said.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
She nodded. They did not speak again and they just lay there quietly. Looking into each other’s eyes. Mark drew closer to her and their noses touched, he rubbed them together and she closed her eyes. He went closer and their lips locked in a kiss. He invaded her mouth with his tongue and twisted it with hers. He could feel her heartbeat increase and she was extremely nervous. His hands went to her face and he caressed her face gently while kissing her. Her hands went up to his bare torso, caressing his chest and strong firm abs. The kiss got intense and he quickly broke it. He was getting horny and it was not good. He was not ready for their first time yet. He wanted it to be special.
He pulled her closer to him and her head laid on his chest and he was caressing her soft hair. They lay like that, with Kiara in his arms. They fell asleep.
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Back at the lycan clan. Alexia was extremely distressed about her daughter’s disappearance. She had looked everywhere she thought she had to look. The girl was her only daughter. Even Lucian could not console her. She went back to the werewolf’s territory and reinstalled herself as ruler. She was still a werewolf even after Lucian marked her. She was a werewolf and a lycan.
*** ALEXIA’S P. O. V ***
She was in the room at the lycan clan when she started feeling dizzy. She knew what was happening, she was extremely exhausted and weak too. She could feel Hertha holding on and she could also feel a new presence in her body.
A powerful presence.
She could feel the hotness coming with the presence and taking it all over here. She passed out, or maybe not. She could feel alive but in total darkness. It stayed that way for some time and when she opened her eyes, she could see through different eyes and she felt stronger. She looked at her body and what she could see was not Hertha. She was a lycan. She was in her lycan form.
A deep black shade of little fur. Her eyes were still silver-coloured. She opened her mouth and growled loudly. Just then, Lucian came in. His eyes went wide with shock and his mouth hang open. He had expected her to gradually turn into a lycan but not this fast. He came into the room and closed the door.
“How can I get out of this?” She asked.
He could hear her voice through their mate bond and he could see worry and fear in that silver eyes of hers.
“Calm down, just do it the way you do with Hertha. Transform as you do with Hertha, push it back to that place you are and come out.” He replied to her through the bond.
Slowly, he could see her transformation, it took a long time and when she finally finished the transformation, she fell on the floor and passed out. Lucian rushed to where she was and took her bridal style and laid her on the bed. He could understand her. Her lycan formed too suddenly and both of them were not expecting it. He lay in bed with her and cuddled her.
The next day, when Alexia woke up, she looked super confused. She thought it was a dream. She reached out for Hertha and she was there, but they were two. A lycan too. It was not a dream after all. She sighed deeply, grateful for the fact that Hertha was still there. Hertha was an important part of her existence and she had built a strong bond with the wolf and she was not ready to let go.
She was glad also for the fact that she could get to rule the werewolf packs again. With Hertha’s presence, she was still an Alpha female and a ruler and at the same time, a lycan queen. Double power. Just how she liked it.
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Lucian was a better ruler of the Lycans than he promised. He was merciful and kind to the Lycans, he judged with love and kindness. The Lycans were not working too hard anymore, the clan was developed. Better than what he had met.
Even the elders were impressed by his rule. They couldn’t have wished for a better person or ruler like Lucian. They only wished the man had an heir. And he was working on it with Alexia. The sex was good and great. They were only expecting results.
The werewolves’ packs concluded Kiara was dead. They even had a seven days mourning period for her. Alexia wept and refused to be consoled.
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They woke up the next morning in each other’s arms. Kiara woke up first and was staring down at Mark, savouring his beauty. She was glad she was with him, she was glad she was there, she was glad she was out of her mother’s reach. She felt safe with him. Her haven. She was still admiring his beauty when he woke up and saw her. He smiled. She did too.
“Are you planning on kissing me again?” He asked.
She flushed red and he laughed. He liked the way she always blushes easily.
“No… No of course not.” She was struggling to answer.
He laughed at her and pulled her in for a gentle and soft kiss. He would just get used to the fact that he would be waking up every morning with her by his side and kissing her.
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