Purest

11. Headstrong

Constantine

Touching his mate restored a hidden chasm deep inside him. His soul recognized hers, filling the emptiness in every part of his being.

Unbeknownst to the Lycan King, his red orbs changed to his granite-hard dark brown eyes for the first time in a century. A signal of his human returning.

Carrying his mate's sleeping form back to the cabin he was currently occupying brought him immense satisfaction.

He wanted this time for just the two of them to get to know each other.

Joy filled him with her acceptance of their courtship, vowing to do everything he could to convince her to be his forever.

His body's reaction from their first touch was astounding. A first of intimacy for him. As it was for her.

Putting an ironclad control on his beast had exerted all his strength. Warning his Lycan that he might hurt his mate, made him retract to the back of his mind.

But he still couldn't shift to his human form.

Sighing in disappointment, he gently laid the Lycan Queen in the middle of the thick, warm furs on the wooden floor.

Roaring flames at the hearth gave extra warmth, illuminating the dark interiors.

The place was built before his kingdom by him. Something to occupy him to avoid feeling alone. Because he was, for a very long time.

Newly created by the Goddess, solitary, his duty was to bring down the enemies of the blood brother he had never met. Taken too soon, courtesy of Orion's sire.

For many centuries, the vampire clans had no leader, often against each other's throats.

Just like Constantine, Selene's firstborn had been sent to realms to bring peace and balance. But instead of adhering to the Goddess's wishes, her son was executed by a greedy leader wanting to own it all.

Selene was devastated. Thus, the First Lycan was created. A formidable beast built to kill with the intelligence of a superior man reigned Supreme under her blessings.

Over the millennium, his duty was fulfilled. He too had the power to create his most trusted army. First came, Octavius. A brother in arms forged from his own blood. Then came the first group of Alphas. Followed by his generals and commanders. Then the formidable warriors.

One by one, with Selene's blessings, they found their other halves. Procreating safely, building a nation. A kingdom so powerful, that even the mortal kings vowed to them.

To him. Constantine Demonicus. The first of his name. The King of all kings. Every realm recognized him as their leader.

But he didn't ascend to the Ultimate throne, his duty to the Lycan world was his true home. His sanctuary.

Unfortunately for Constantine and Octavius, they never found their females. No prospects of heirs to carry on their legacies.

Until now. He hoped his Royal Beta would find his own soon. The experience, the feeling was inexpressible. Too sublime. Divine.

Sacrimonous. He worshipped the ground she walked upon since he laid eyes on Mia.

Kneeling closer to his mate, an instinctive reaction, one he had never done before, the back of his humanoid hand caressed her smooth warm cheek gently. She nuzzled to him automatically, seeking more of his touch.

His heart beating wildly, he wondered if she would oppose if he laid down next to her.

No! He would never take advantage of her vulnerability. Best to let her rest. She was up all night. He felt how tired she was earlier.