𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐

Chapter |2| Pretty Wolf

L O L A ' S P. O. V

The next morning, the aftermath of yesterday's fainting episode hit me hard. My legs felt sore and weak, and my entire body ache from the spine down to my feet.

A sharp pain sliced against my joints every time I took a step, and I knew it was because of this whole mate thing as well. My wolf was more active, she was practically begging me to let her out but I couldn't.

Not right now, not whilst my mate was sleeping within metres away from me, not whilst my body reacted to him in ways I had never imagined.

The first thing my horny ass would do is mount him on the spot. He's an alpha male, he wouldn't be able to resist and would shift as well just to fuck me. I did not plan on losing my virginity by being mounted by a wolf.

I stared at myself in the mirror after I had brushed through my hair and washed my face. I always thought I had been pretty, I had a nice symmetrical face and boys never seemed disgusted by me.

However, I wasn't one of them girls who stuck people by their beauty. I wasn't beautiful, I was just...average. So, why I was paired to one of the most devastatingly handsome men in the  world? Fuck knows.

Maybe the moon did it as a cruel joke? To flare up my well rounded insecurities even more?

My eyes were pretty, round and doe like, I was born with hazel irises, followed by rich mahogany locks that fell straight no matter how many times I tried to curl them.

Apparently I had hair to envy, it was thick, but to me that just meant heavy.

My cheeks still carried some baby fat and there was a slight bridge to my otherwise flawless nose. A few freckles dotted about and a faint scar hidden beneath my hairline from my first time using magic.

I was slim figured with few curves outlining my body, and my breasts were nothing to fawn about. Adam once described them as being the perfect handful. I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not so I just kissed him and hoped he forgot all about them.

What the hell would Lucien ever see in me? He was a king, through and through, I was nothing but a freak of nature. No King wanted a half witch, half werewolf mate.

Sighing, I threw on a hoodie and I walked outside the door. My body smacked face first against something hard, further adding to my blazing headache. Then the familiar tingles erupted all over my body, and the feel of smooth flesh ran under my hands.

My palms were flat against a solid chiseled chest, and I watched, panting with desire, as they ran up, over his hard pecks, grazing the slope of his collarbone.

A growl omitted from his throat. I could feel the harsh vibrations rumble underneath my palms and glanced up at him, stunned.

Lucien was watching me with a tender curiosity, lust pooling amiss his amber flecked eyes. "Lola..." He said my name so tensely it caused my body to thrum. "Unless you want me to fuck you against the wall, I suggest you drop your hands."

They lingered for a spilt second, the mate bond causing me to seriously consider the alternative. Then suddenly common sense came flooding back in, and I dropped my hands, stepping back.

I could practically feel the disappointment lingering around him. Clearing my throat, I forced myself to meet his sullen gaze. My words became entangled inside my throat as I stared at him. All of him.

Scars were rippled over his bronze skin,  embedded deep into the contours of his thighs and running over the length of his shoulder. A thing towel was all that covered his lower half, and even that was on the brink of falling off.