Heart Of The Lycan Queen

5. Mate From Enemy Lands?!

Your fire can not be snuffed out. Burn, burn brighter until the whole world is lit by your fire!

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(Quillon)

Quillon still couldn't wrap his head around this freaky occurrence.

A hunter. A wolf. Who the f*ck would pair them both?

The woman was talking with him, her honey eyes full of confusing, confounding emotions... and the wolf was going crazy from being so close to her, but Quillon, Quillon was still frozen from the shock of the lifetime he had just gotten from the moon goddess. It was like a bomb in his face or something... and damn, his life was going to get blown to bits and pieces. He was absolutely sure of that.

Of course, even in the shadows, he could clearly see how breathtakingly beautiful she was. Like some piece of an ancient artifact in the palace.

Her soft brown hair was in a severe ponytail, but her face was so damn soft, and those lips... it was distracting as hell in her face. She was absolutely breathtaking. His blood screamed in need. His heart banged inside his chest and he was feeling hot and sweaty, while Ares was going super crazy, too.

She was the most gorgeous creature Quillon had ever seen in his life and he had seen many creatures, of course, he had. Creatures that were made to seduce and entice a man. But no, she was much more enchanting than those creatures. She was breathtaking and she took his breath away.

The hunter was only wearing a leather jacket that had seen better days, and a T-shirt and pants that clung to her tantalizing curves, and damn, even in that old thing, she stirred his blood in a way no one had ever.

Quillon felt the heavy current of lust when he looked at her, even when he told himself that it was absolutely inappropriate, but still... the damn mate bond... he wanted her. He needed her. It wasn't just physical, though, he wanted her on every level.

He wanted to push his fingers inside her soft brown hair, pull her close to his begging body, until she was fully pressed against him... kiss her plump lips until she was begging for more... grab her curvy hips in his hands and take her to new heights, until they were both screaming and moaning with need and pleasure, until they exploded together, calling out each other name.

Wait... what the hell was her name? Oh, right, he didn't even know her f*cking name, and he was already thinking about making love to her. This was a whole new level of creepiness, and he had never been a creep. Never. He had always been levelheaded and cool, all his life, and after one meeting with her, here he was already changing.

She was breathing heavily as she kept rambling, and the wolf's eyes... his eyes were on her breasts that were gently rising and falling. And they were amazing breasts. Not too big, not too small... s**t, what the heck was he even thinking? Quillon shook his head as he glared at Ares.

'Why are you so damn calm? She is a hunter. And stop looking at her breasts, you per.vert.' Quillon said to his wolf.

The woman was a damn hunter from the order of Amethyst, for God's sake.

Those pretentious assholes with bows and arrows and silver bullets... always itching for a kill or two... they were a massive pain in Quillon and his pack's hairy butts.

'She is still my mate...and don't act like you don't want to touch those marvelous breasts.' Ares said, and Quillon sighed. Mate.

Goddess, he had been looking for his mate a long, long time and now that he had finally found her... he didn't know what to do with her or what to do with the knowledge of who she was.

His mother would go ballistic if she heard that his mate was one of the hunters from the group her best friend, the Queen, hated with all of her heart. Of course, Queen Tatienne had her reasons for hating the hunters.

Most of the hunters were supercilious assholes with daggers and arrows, and they had this blown-up sense of self-worth, not in a good way. The hunters believed they were a gift from God or something.

Quillon's King and Queen hated the Order of Amethyst with a burning passion. If not for the treaty, which the f*cking hunters broke whenever they f*cking pleased, Quillon was sure the hunters wouldn't be walking freely around, not after what they had taken from the Lycans.

Most of the hunters he had seen were just blood-thirsty psychopaths with weapons, and nothing more.

They think they were absolute angels, and they were doing a service to humans by killing the supernaturals, but... they were not always in the right. In their thirst to get rid of creatures like him, sometimes, they knowingly hurt innocents, too, even the humans they were supposed to protect.

"I am not going to do anything. I mean... how could I? You are a massive beast and I am so damn small." The hunter rambled on as she took a step closer to him. Her voice was soft, like a beautiful song swirling around the galaxies, and for a second, he felt calm, serene, lulled by her voice... and then he saw the crossbow on the ground and he wanted to growl at the Moon Goddess. The Goddess must be f*cking with him!

"It is strange that I am even talking with you, you creature from hell..." the woman said with a shake of her head and Ares growled as he looked at her with irritation. He didn't like that she called him a creature from hell, not at all.

"Okay, sorry, sorry, you are not from hell, but..." she mumbled as she took another step towards him. Now she was so close to him, and he could feel her warmth closer to him.

Ares looked at her curiously as she took a step closer to him. Quillon was screaming on the inside. Why was she coming closer to him now? What was she planning on doing to him?

Ares jerked back when she touched his dark black fur without any warning.

The wolf's heart went rampant. Ares shuddered as soon as her fingers pressed against his warm skin and he mewled softly. Like a p***y cat begging for a belly rub or something. Damn... he didn't sound like a wolf now. He sounded like a wannabe kitty cat.

'Stop mewling, Ares. You are a damn Alpha Wolf!' Quillon said, but he was moaning, as well.

'Damn, but when she is touching me... do you think I can think about anything but... how soft her fingers or how tight I feel... I want her to pet my arousal...' Ares smirked and, of course, Quillon could feel how aroused the damn wolf was. So shameless! The thing had no sense of decency, nothing at all.

'You are such a horny little sh.it. Ass!' Quillon sneered as he looked at the hunter.

'Ah, don't act like you are a saint, Q... I can feel what you feel, too, and you want her, alright!' Ares said with a leer in his voice, and Quillon looked down, ashamed that he had been found by his wolf.

'But... why is she our mate? Are you sure she is... maybe we have mistaken some other scent for-'

'Nope. She is our mate, alright.' Ares was so sure of it, too. 'And you know that too.'

This must be a damn joke. Was the Moon Goddess laughing at him right now? Was she playing a practical joke on him?

'Why the hell is she still touching you?' Quillon grumbled, but Ares was like a cat that just had a whole can of milk and some more... he was very content and this close to purring.

If any of his pack mates saw him now, they would want his title as an Alpha back! He was a freaking Lycan! But now he was a freaking p***y cat in front of her.

She ran her fingers along the length of his dark fur and Ares howled. He looked up into her golden eyes and her eyes were shining softly in the moonlight.

"I- I need your help. Can I- can I meet your human?" She whispered, and Quillon wondered what she needed from him. Did she even know that he was her mate?

Could she sense him as a part of his soul, even though she was not a wolf?

He had no idea about any of it! There was no instruction manual about how you were supposed to act when your mate was a hunter! He was utterly confused about everything. And now, she was asking him to shift!?

She looked at him with a sigh, as if she could hear what was going through his head. "I mean- I- I know this must be bizarre for..."

That was when Quillon heard it. The soft sound of the shifting air. It was absolutely quiet, but his senses were better. He detected even the faintest of the noises around him.

They were not alone anymore.

He had almost missed it, as he was so damn lost in her, but then he heard the unmistakable sound of leaves crunching. He was sure someone else was there in the forest with them, and she had no idea, but it was another hunter.

Did she come with someone else to hunt him or something?

Was everything she told him a lie? Ares growled as he took a step away from her.

She almost looked confused, as if she didn't know why he was pulling back.

Ares was angry, too. He was lulled into being complacent by just her fingers... had he not heard the footstep, they would have killed him, or worse, captured him for experiments, as they did here and there when they thought no one was looking. But everyone was looking... they just didn't have enough proof to break the treaty and show hell to those hunters.

He turned away from his mate, and then quickly bounded off into the thick, overgrown trees until he was running like the hounds of hell were chasing him, until he was lost in the shadows. His head was full of thoughts and he was bothered, and agitated. He ran and ran until the thoughts in his head were replaced by a voiceless growl...

He finally stopped when he felt the fresh scent of bamboo, and he was finally back on his pack land, and his best friend was waiting for him, with a trouser in his hand, and a frown on his lips.

Roman threw the trouser down to the ground and Ares grabbed them in his teeth before he stalked further down the forest and shifted. He pulled his trousers on and sighed... he knew he had a lot of explaining to do, but for now, he just wanted to go back to his room and scream, and maybe break a plate or two... or two million.

"Why the hell would you just bound off into enemy territory? Q, what the hell is wrong with you and Ares?"

"I didn't know Ares was going to go there, until we were finally there. The wolf was confused..." Quillon said as they finally reached the pack house. The pack house was a massive building, and around it, small stone houses were built in order. The stone houses were where the families lived. The pack house was mainly used for the Alpha, beta and the warriors who are still unmated.

This was his home, his pride... and once upon a time, some of the hunters tried to take this land from his father, who was an Alpha at that time. Quillon was very young then, just a little boy of seven, happy and mischievous, as seven years old were, and then that night happened.

The thing happened.

It was a nightmare.

He still sometimes dreamed about that night.

The whoosh of the arrows as it rushed past his ears. The growls. The burning smell of the cottages. The screams of the scared children. The howl of the wolves, trying to defend their pack, their home. It was all still engraved on his head.

It was the night when everything had changed... it was the night they all had lost something very important, so precious. Something they would never get back. There had been war after that, but it stopped when they all understood it would only cause more bloodshed.

Quillon gritted his teeth as he remembered his mate.

If he ever told his pack mates that their Luna would be a hunter from the same group of hunters that had once tried to attack them, destroy their pack... they would lose their s**t, and he couldn't even blame them.

He looked at Roman, who was looking at him curiously.

"Is everything alright?"

Quillon really wanted to tell Roman about it, but for now... he needed time to think more about it.

"Don't worry, it is all fine..."

He lied.

Nothing was fine! He almost felt like nothing would ever be!

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