Purest

8. Red Eyes

Present Day
Constantine Demonicus

"Which one you of wants to die first?" The threat would have been convincingly menacing if it had not been uttered in a soft angelic voice.

Even the Vampires were enchanted until their gazes fell on him. One squeak, about to retreat.

He would be rolling his eyes if it was not too beneath him or if he was not devouring Mia's exposed silky smooth skin.

The Lycan's Queen, a delicate woman, or so he thought, was wearing a generic shirt because she decided to shift to her delectable human form, against better judgment, exposing her smooth rounded thighs down to her slim calves and dainty feet.

A demonstration of her many assets should only be seen by his eyes. He thought. Infuriated.

The Vampires not only wanted to drain her of her blood, but the men also wanted to play with her first.

Rage coursed through him, smelling their lust.

Mine. His beast claimed.

"Fuck! Who are you?" One of the white leeches asked in astonishment. Fear laced their bloodshot eyes.

Newly turned, by the looks of it, same as the other two. They were breeding like cockroaches while he was gone. An abomination in itself, defying the Gods and Goddesses' law of procreation.

Ignoring their question, he raised his face to the heavens and howled, letting the other Alphas know his mate's location.

'We have spotted more Vampires, min konge.

'Do what you must. The Queen is with me. Come get her when you are done.

Facing a dilemma on his own, he didn't care much to dally in her presence.

Three more enemies came out of the bushes. Cautiously trying to trap him and his mate.

Constantine could fight six without breaking a sweat but they move fast and could snatch the Queen away while he was distracted.

They were tricky bastards.

Plus, no Vampire should be aware of who they were dealing with. They would run to their leader with the information.

A Lycan Mate.

His Queen.

His downfall.

The end of their race.

Orion would come in full force and take her. All would be lost if that happens.

The Lycan King let his beast take over, thanking the goddess he was not covered in his mate's scent or their secret was out.

Being this close to his Queen agitated him. Making his beasts restless, excited to claim her. Most likely break her in two with his monstrosity. That he couldn't have. Better stay away from her until Selene helped him shift to his human again.

Without any warning, with the speed gifted to him, he tackled the leeches closest to him with deadly precision. Biting the head of one male, spewing it out while his razor-sharp claws swipe the chest open of the other two companions. They hit the ground in pieces.

Swerving around, he growled at the spectacle happening before his eyes.

Female warriors were common during his reign. In fact, he had encouraged the training of the Lunas and Betas to protect the children of their packs.

Constantine couldn't quite stop the fascination he felt by watching her. She gave fighting a new meaning. Doing it with grace and elegance like dancing on ice. She was impressive.