The Lycan's Forbidden Mate

Ophelia exited the castle hurriedly, relieved that she could recall how she and Rhaziel had entered, but she felt stranded and stopped walking when she couldn't find her carriage.

There was a lot of drama. She was anxious to leave as soon as she could.

"Ugh!" She facepalmed herself. Hard. regretting her decision to obey her father. Why was it necessary to hasten something so important? But then again, she thought everything was so odd.

"I have to leave here," She exhaled and started rushing down the stairs while squeezing her face in agony from the sharp pain coming from the heels on her feet.

Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest as she stared straight ahead to the bottom of the steps where Nikolai Novikov suddenly appeared and began staring at her amusingly.

He was directly in front of her when she squealed as she descended the last flight of steps, and he promptly encircled her petite figure with his large arms.

Her entire existence was ignited once more, and she clumsily rested her head against his sturdy chest as it slowly heaved in an attempt to squelch the pleasure.

She had a racing heart and was mentally unfocused. Her focus was waning.

"Where do you think you are heading to?" That cautionary inquiry sounded, and his chest shook.

Ophelia pushed him away right quickly, but he was still holding her tightly in his arms. When she suddenly raised her gaze to him, she noticed that he was staring at her with such intensity that it appeared as though he was looking into her soul.

Her brow rose. "What do you think you are doing?" Despite feeling like she was on fire in his arms, she managed to keep her tone calm. She knew he was aware of his influence on her because he was bound to notice her heart racing rapidly.

"Holding what belongs to me."

When she heard those words again, she groaned in frustration and closed her eyes. She had had enough. Killing someone had never been difficult for her, and now that he had threatened her and caused a scene, she was going to execute it without hesitation.

Her small hands fell onto his broad shoulders, which one might almost compare to a vast ocean as her eyes sprung open, glaring ominously at him. "Fortunately, I am not startled to learn that you are deaf."

Ophelia wasn't going to back down in the face of his beauty, even when a ghost of a smile danced on those exquisite lips of his.

She leaned her face close to his until their lips were only an inch apart. "I am not yours Nikolai Novikov; you are my prey, and I will treat you as a predator treats its prey," She tightened her tenuous hold on his shoulders and lowered her voice to a menacing whisper.

Her heart was racing wildly, and her breathing was shallow. Her comments, which had a seductive tone and the appearance of a threat, caused his eyes to glow darkly and twist with rage. His chest was on the edge of opening up due to his pounding heart.

She fared well considering the name he gave her. Fire storm. She dared to refer to him as her prey. Incredible.

She gave him the desire to rip her to pieces and an amazing amount of rage. He despised the way she constantly pushed his limits. She was supposed to be his plaything, but she was behaving more like a predator.

Aside from that rage, the desire he felt for her was just too strong and puzzling, and their proximity was just too alluring.

He was unable to smell her. She had no fragrance whatsoever!

He was aware that she was his even without it. She was his whether she liked it or not, Even the moon goddess won't be able to influence his choice.

Ophelia was his mate. He knew it. She belonged to him.

"Would you like to watch two predators compete? Do not put me to the test; I can cut off that jagged tongue of yours, Fire Storm." he mused, she scoffed.

"Despicable dog." She snarled out, raised a hand from his shoulder and removed the golden mask, revealing her gorgeous face that he could stare at all day.

Although the insult she had delivered to him hurt profoundly, there was no yearning to pluck her heart from her body. He was awestruck. Nobody has ever enraged him to this degree and survived for ten minutes.

"Now let go of me." She leaned her face away from his while putting on a convincing smile.

"No."

She furrowed her brow at his quick, direct response. "Why?"

"I'm starting to believe you are the only one here who is deaf." Nikolai sighed and sluggishly clicked his tongue.

"Oh? You acknowledge that you are deaf?" His sudden delighted grin was erased by Ophelia's sarcastic taunts and smile.

"Pathetic." She continued and moved away from him expecting him to release her, but instead, he pulled her in even more, pressing their chests against one another and putting their mouths just an inch apart. Ophelia felt her pulse stop a beat before it resumed its rapid beating.

His angular features broke into a sadistic grin as his eyes pierced hers, wide and brilliant. "You have been mine, Ophelia Viadislav, ever since I first laid eyes on you in my dream, and you always will be mine."

Ophelia gulped. Hard. His tongue rolled her name from his lips like a holy word.

"Speaking in this manner just serves to confirm that you are a psychopath." She was able to express herself. She had no intention of sugarcoating.

"Is that so?" Nikolai tsked and finally, released his hold on her. He then turned away and lifted his gaze to the angry-looking clouds obscuring the sky.

Ophelia didn't experience the bitter cold of winter until he let her go. Her attire was very inappropriate for the conditions.

While keeping an eye on his broad, powerful back, she slid her hand under her lower back and secretly pulled out a blade. She was in complete control of her respiration and tension, but not her heartbeat.

She had the feeling that she was about to do something gravely wrong. Something she might later regret. But would she genuinely regret having killed him? She was going to be free of her father's threats at last, but how long would that last? Soon after, he would threaten her with her mother and brothers before giving her the order to murder someone else.

Ophelia bit her lip, closed her eyes, and launched a direct thrust, but at that very second, she experienced a sharp ache that began in her back and traveled to her stomach. Something had being fired into her back. An arrow.