The Lycan's Forbidden Mate

The ballroom was filled with stunned gasps and murmurs, and Nikolai's crimson eyes was blazing with anger that everyone in attendance could feel. When he turned to look at Ophelia, he noticed that her glowing pink lips were parted in surprise eliciting an imperceptible smile that stretched on his lips.

More than he had ever expected, the dress was fitting her like a glove. She appeared to be a deity who had split the world in two only for him. She was a tiny little thing, but she was stunning and simply too lovely to describe.

He restrained himself from staring at her in front of the guests who were demanding to tear her to pieces.

Right from the moment she arrived onto the castle grounds, in the midst of the heart beats of the numerous people present, Nikolai caught hers as the fastest beating heart and the most distinctive. She didn't just differ because she was a dragon; rather, it was the only way he had to find her because he was unable to even get a whiff of her scent.

Was she a scentless being? No, the others immediately recognized her as a dragon since they could smell her from a mile away. This had only one meaning. The only one who couldn't smell her was him.

It was one thing to be unable to smell her, but when he had earlier caught her wrist, he had experienced a scorching sensation that gave him the impression that he was being electrocuted. He had to instantly release her because it was too much.

The events were becoming much more fascinating than he had anticipated.

As they all resumed their typical behaviors—mumbling and scurrying away—and Nikolai turned his attention back to his guest, the ballroom's formal atmosphere was restored.

Even though they all resumed their normal behavior, they were all still processing what Nikolai had just told them, and of course, rumors and gossip soon began to circulate.

"Rhaziel, where are my parents?" Indifferent to the slight but noticeable tension in the air, Nikolai asked gently.

"They are on their way." Rhaziel informed and walked to stand beside Nikolai. "Meanwhile, I will be enjoying the party. I am not your butler."

Nikolai's lips widened into a smile that revealed his protruding razor fangs. "But you can be, you are so good at it." He made a cold teasing remark, and the demon frowned.

Rhaziel growled, "Your guest is here; treat her like your butler."

Slowly nodding, Nikolai showed off his beautiful face by taking off his mask before donning it on the demon's face and tapping the him on the shoulder. "Be on guard." He continued to keep his smile, which got brighter but was much more unsettling because it didn't even reach his eyes, and he whispered in a terrifyingly menacing manner.

"Of course, your highness." Rhaziel snorted, arranged the mask over his face, went away, disappearing into the crowd.

Ophelia appeared to be locked in place, her lips were still parted as Nikolai spun on his heels with a fixated glance on her. He lifted his brows as he peered at her and noticed that she wasn't even blinking.

She had incredibly eye-catching golden eyes that complemented her mask well.

"Shut them." He smiled amusedly as he cooed. "Or I'll force you to use them in a way that prevents you from speaking,"

Ophelia felt her heart skip a beat. She instantly pursed her lips and moved away.

Even though she was shocked and offended by his blatant words, which flowed like a deep melody and had the power to put her to sleep if he dropped them just a little, she was speechless.

Nikolai Novikov was more than just handsome, and it was obvious that he recognized it. Sharp features, dark crimson wolf like eyes that glistened with merriment. His sophisticated appearance and commanding presence revealed that he wasn't merely a simple.

He had cleanly styled, long, black hair that was left loose on his back and kept off of his forehead. His massive muscles were enveloped by a black, regal garment with golden thread. He wasn't the kind of person to mess with, he was a predator. His eyes were too strange and dark.

She was a predator, too, so she didn't quake in fear of him. She took a deep breath as those lips curled into a cunning smile and wondered why he was able to have such an impact on her.

He remarked, startling her from her trance, "Your stare is burning, Fire storm."

"I warned you not to address me that way." She made a grimace. "Plus, you are simply too breathtaking for me to resist." Naturally, she wasn't unable to conceal her thoughts.

Nikolai laughed amusedly. He found it incomprehensible that she would describe him as appealing considering how stunningly beautiful she was. Her dress caused him to follow her with intense gaze till he was certain she could sense it.

Ophelia retreated a step, let out a long breath, and met his eyes with her own. "Nikolai Novikov, why did you say that?" She posed the query in all seriousness.

"Say what?" He asked playing dumb, frigid voice, cruel smile upon his angular features.

Ophelia sneered incredulously, shook her head, and then gazed at him murderously before taking a large step in his direction, "I don't belong to anyone Nikolai Novikov, and if I ever do, it won't be you." She spoke with a confident, stiff drawl.

Nikolai towered over her; his enormous size could have completely engulfed her petite frame. He then took a step in her direction, completely bridging their distance.

Red and gold clashed, ferocious and intimidating. As the atomsphere grew thicker, she grinned triumphantly as she saw he wasn't responding.

There were a ton of people there. She needed to take him somewhere peaceful where she could easily kill him.

He suddenly reached out for her with a sizable hand while still smiling cruelly. "Let's dance,"

She froze when he spoke, staring at that big hand. "I'd rather not." To make it simple for her to kill him, she requested that they move to a quiet area of the castle that was soulless.

His smile widened. "Do not oppose Firestorm, or do you prefer a different kind of dance?"