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

Chapter 9

The Mating Dream

A deep slumber holds me in a deep and warm embrace. I open my eyes within the dream itself, to see I am standing and not alone.

Blinding light surrounds us, exploding out of me in silver bursts of moonlight. It softly touches everything, in a nothing and endless space. In my hand are Lyrian's claws... shiny demon blades. We're holding hands, and our touch keeps us close even though my hand is soft and his claws are as sharp and lethal as obsidian.

A question, asked as if by many females, echoes around in my head.

Can you do this?

Can you really do this and promise this?

The Queen anchors the world in light.

It's just a harmless dream.

I turn to my Lycan.

"I can," I look up at Lyrian, "...and what of him... Imber...? What will he do?"

The females speak to me again.

The King of Doom.

He sees you.

He sees you.

That's all the answer I get.

Lyrian himself looks around, a little overwhelmed to the point he is thrown into silence.

The dream soon vanishes.

And I wake up in a cage.

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I wake up feeling like I should expect anything. I'm laying down under rusted bars, they seem to be support bars of some kind. I guess for me to hold onto.

However, as I reach for them I notice the shackles wrapped around my wrists, keeping me inside this contraption.

Why was this necessary?

To lose my virginity, really?

All I can see is the burning red forest of hell, the starry sky, the moon is hidden by the trees, and the ground sounds like it exhales souls slowly, sinking and rising with dead ghosts trapped down here in an eternal state of suffering and punishment for their most horrific crimes.

It was so morbid, but hell, this was hell.

I whisper out into the dark.

"Why am I here, if this place is for the damned?" I ask, "I have not murdered, hurt or stolen from anyone, I don't enjoy the suffering of others, I do not seek to destroy the light in others."

"You're here because a Lycan's Queen is immune from the burning – being mated as you are. Lyrian marked your hip with his bite and he sprinted away into the dark. He probably didn't expect you to taste so delicious. But even I wouldn't like to see a demon devour their very own mate... there has to be a natural order... Helena... there must be a balance... you're the price to pay for his power in his world Llyrian..."

The voice of an angel has answered me.

Lyrian is not here.

I see a dark silhouette walk forward... the giant man has wings.

A shadow of an archangel, wearing a golden crown of thorns, his red eyes focus on me as he walks by the tree line. He doesn't approach any closer to reveal his features. All I can tell is he is a giant. Just like Lyrian.

"Who are you?" I dare ask.

"Lucifer."

I shut my mouth and immediately look away.