Lucien stood in the middle of the throne room, holding Elara, his chest rising and falling like a storm barely contained. His eyes—those piercing, impossible eyes—were locked onto her. Onto the blood staining her clothes.
Elara's body went limp, Lucien carefully knelt down still holding her, he softly placed her on the cold surface and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
He glared at the guard who hit his mate with the arrow,
Something inside him snapped
The guard barely had time to react.
lucien moved.
No—he blurred.
In a heartbeat, he was there. The guard didn't even see the strike coming. A sickening crack echoed as Lucien sent him crashing into the wall.
No one dared to meddle in between
The sheer force of his presence pressed into the air like a suffocating weight. His gaze flickered briefly to Elara—just for a second—but it was enough. Enough for something ancient and primal to surface within him.
Mine.
The word wasn't spoken.
But it was felt.
Deep. Unshakable.
Lucien stood quietly, his breathing slow as he lifted the guard single handedly and pressed a point near the guards throat which made him fall limp.
Then, as if the world narrowed down to a single point—
He dropped to his knees beside Elara
"Mate," he murmured, his voice no longer thunder—but something softer, rougher. Almost… afraid.
Carefully, almost reverently, he lifted her into his arms. "Call the royal healer and send her in my chamber immediately, also Theo, make sure you take this guard to the chamber of wrath", Lucien ordered Theo, his personal guard.
Theo nodded bowing a little saying, "As you say, my Alpha". Lucien tightened his grip around his mate as he stormed out of the throne room leaving everyone in pure terror.
The king of the Nightfang pack, Ragnar Blackwood, Luciens father exhaled the breath which he was holding from even he doesn't know when, even though he is a king he still gets frightened by his sons rage.
He knew that if something happened to that strange girl who happens to be the mate of his son, then everyone in the throne room will face the wrath of the true blooded Alpha Prince.
"My king, that girl, s- she is Luciens mate but she doesn't have wolves scent", the Queen of the Nightfang pack, Vivienee Blackwood, Luciens step mother said out frightened and hearing her Ragnar got tensed, even he didn't get that girls scent.
"Doesn't matter if she has wolf scent or not , she is our soon to be Luna, thank you moon goddess for sending her in my brother's life,
She is so Beautiful, ethereal and top of that such a good fighter, she fits right to be the future queen, Lucien and she looks like they are made for each other," Lyra, the Princess, Luciens step sister excitedly said.
"I am going to Luciens chamber, I want to meet my sister in law", Lyra said getting up as her two maids followed her.
"Her scent felt humanly", The Royal adviser, Kael said out.
"A Human... Luciens Fated Mate"
Impossible.
A human can't rule the Werewolf pack, also it's just assumption, nothing is proven that she is human, she might be wearing a scent blocker,
Ragnar thought, convincing himself to believe that his sons mate can't be a human.
Inside Luciens Chamber, Wolf's Den, their was a strange silence, the Alpha stood a little away from the bed where his mate layed looking almost lifeless.
He observed her, the cut on her upper arm probably because of the sword fighting, the wound on her lower arm which still oozed blood, her wrists slightly scraped because of tight ropes, her palms bloody red result of holding the giant sword.
Lastly the wound in her back , which looked most painful that any other injuries, hot tears formed in his eyes as he stared at his mates pale face.
His inner wolf whimpered in pain seeing his mate in this heart wrenching state. "Be cautious when you touch her, mind you, she is your Luna," Lucien roughly said when he saw the royal healer examine his mate.
"My Alpha, her highness's clothes needs to be changed so..." The royal healer hesitated and Lucien immediately nodded saying, "I will wait outside".
He turned to go out not before glancing at his mate but stopped when he saw Lyra walking inside his chamber with her two maids following her,.
"I brought clothes for her highness, Luci, you don't worry she will be alright", Lyra assured and Lucien smiled fondly at her and went outside his chamber.
For what felt like hours, the chamber doors were opened and the royal healer stepped outside, she had tense expressions as she said hesitant
"My Alpha, her highness ... She is a human"
"But surprisingly her body recovered quickly that any other normal human being, also the arrow that hit her was poisoned,
The Venom of the veil, her highness recovered from that poison too, it is very strange, but I feel it was all moon goddess plan".
Lucien listened carefully, he knew his Fated mate is a human, her eyes didn't glow when they met, he was not able to feel her wolf, he knew everything.
But the quick recovery is suspicious, also the poison, the Venom of the veil, that poison has only one cure which is the sacrifice of the witch that created the poison.
His mate was safe, the poison didn't harmed her , it was blissful hearing that his mate is all safe, "Thank you so much for treating my mate", Lucien said grateful
"You are embarrassing me, my Alpha, it's my duty to heal the royal members and also congratulations for finding your mate, her highness is genuinely very pretty ", the royal healer said and took her leave, not before giving the list of herbal medicines to Theo.
Lucien stepped inside the chamber as he breath in the sight of his mate laying on his bed covered in bandages and silk robe.
She looked fragile, too soft for this Werewolf world, she looked like she will break even at a harsh touch but then he remembered seeing her fight with his royal guards.
The fierce girl who could slit throats if someone messes up with her, the way she striked, dodged, moved, everything about her made the Alpha Prince crazy.
He sat next to his mate when he saw her stirr in sleep, probably gaining her consciousness back, Lyra and her maids went away to give them privacy.
Elara woke up, clutching her head, she observed the surrounding with her glossy eyes, her head felt heavy so does her body.
She tried sitting upright but whimpered and
fell back on the soft mattress, "Carefull", a rough but strangely soothing voice fell on her ears as she looked beside her.
Infront of her sat an immensely handsome man, worriedly staring down at her, he had a frown visible on his forehead, Elara unknowingly lifted her hand and Lucien immediately came close, holding her hand in his rough ones .
"Hurts", Elara mumbled weekly and Lucien helped her sitting comfortably assuring, "It will be fine, you are strong, you got me".
"Who are you?" Elara asked staring at the man infront of her who chuckled lowly thinking how innocent his mate looked while asking that.
"I am Lucien Blackwood, and this is my chamber, you are in my palace and you are mine", Lucien let out softly and Elara slowly nodded at his words but her eyes widened when she heard his last words.