Lycan Soulmates #2: LYCAN DYSTOPIA: LLYRIAN [18+]

Chapter 8

Lyrian takes me to the bottom level of the Krypt. It's technically the basement level, but still floating out of the ground with the rest of the demonically charged sky scraper. In this basement is a dark tiled open room with red candle light and a steaming pool – of thankfully – normal water. It's pristine.

It steams, too.

The area is, generally, spotless. No bubbling cauldrons of blood. No hidden ovens with corpses for the Lycans to feast on. No bones. No stains. It's just a steam and pool room, maintained to the highest order of cleanliness.

And we're very much alone, aside from the muzzled female slave who handed us towels before we entered.

The pool itself is circular and shallow. I walk straight into it, ankle deep in hot water.

It feels amazing.

I turn around a few times to get comfortable with my spot before I sit my naked butt down in the very centre, while Lyrian walks around the circumference of the pool, pacing, talking to me as I wash off the bloody rain drops.

"You are no longer afraid of your emotions, good, let them flow through you – soon you will identify every one," Lyrian advises, "When that happens, you will heel to this world without protest."

"Is that why you treat me with such patience?" I ask, "You believe I will succumb?"

"...your light is yours... my darkness is mine, but darkness needs light to consume..." Lyrian shows all his teeth, "When we're done, you will give that light to me."

"When you put me in that maze, is it because you wanted to test if I could be capable of being a Queen for you?" I ask, "A test to see if I was strong enough? To seek out the curious prize? To choose the prize. I did not choose either."

"You weren't strong by seeking the centre, you were naïve, which is my mistake... I thought you were more," Lyrian licks over his lips, "I usually feed the clueless virgins to the pack to fuck. With you, I will take you. Since you challenged me to fuck you before your death," he really likes this, sounding rather amused, as he lowers his tone while his teeth remain sharp and on display for me to get nervous about.

"So, no more talk of being a pack whore?" I dare ask, ignoring the threat, as I only wanted him anyway.

"...bitch, you look at me... like you need me..." Lyrian snarls now, pacing a little faster around the pool, always watching me, "I want you to want me, not need me like a fool in need of love," Lyrian shreds that word like it's sacrilege here.

I shut my mouth and I look down at the water. Rejected.

I try not to focus on him anymore.

The water carries away the blood rain and refreshes constantly with fresh clarity. It seems to be magic that does it.

I wonder if that is why Lyrian does not step foot into the pool.

Instead he paces, and his blades click along the tiled floors as he waits for me to crawl out.

I stay firmly in the middle, hugging my knees to my chest. I look down at my reflection, and everything out of the blue starts to... feel a little wonky. I glance up as the steam rises steadily like a wave all around us, getting more and more thick... almost like it's turning into dense fog.

I look around for Lyrian but I can no longer see him.

"Imber," I whisper his name, but he doesn't answer.

The fog continues to thicken.

When I look down at the water one more time, I feel completely terrified by the change in the water. Instead of a see-through clear blue, it is now a deep midnight opaque, sparkling with a stary night sky.