The Alpha's Mate

CHAPTER 4: LUCIAN

Human men are more sexy than he could ever be.

What the fuck did I hear? Lord knows I hate humans, and to think she thought the males were better than me was maddening. An atrocity in its own right. Sybil should be thankful that I didn’t do anything to her for her insolent words. In that moment, all I wanted to do was place her in my lap, not so gently, and spank her fascination of human men out of her. But when reality stuck. I knew I couldn’t do that. She was forbidden, for now.

Human men, really?

And in that moment, I hated her defiance, too. I hated the way she looked back at me while talking to her friend. I deserved it? I was fucking trying to keep her alive, and look what I got? I almost lost in that fateful moment. That moment almost ruined a century of hard work. Of fucking resisting her. It almost made me broke my own rule of never getting close to her. After all, it was the number one rule. Stay away from her. The only time we were close to each other was in the meetings, and the others in the room helped go keep my feelings in check.

Being close to her would mean I could smell her. It would mean I could feel the heat coming off her, and that was dangerous. That would make resisting her a thousand times harder. But fuck it. I had her scent memorized. A scent so otherworldly, I failed to find a name for it, or words to describe it. Truly, it was maddening. And when I was close to her, I could practically taste on my tongue.

Again, what the fuck did I just hear?

Well, it looked like I heard it right because every head in the massive room turned to me. Waiting for me to get up from my chair and…touch her.

This wasn’t fucking happening? Who put me on that dreadful stupid list? As the people started giving me wild looks, I got up, my eyes landing on her.

Sybil stood there in a red dress that hugged her curves in a way that should be forbidden. Her breasts almost spilling out. Her platinum blonde hair pulled in a messy bun. Those cheeks were red, matching the lipstick coating her lips. I had to go through the torture of seeing her in other men’s arms. But this felt like the greatest torture of them all. Knowing I could touch her today, but when tomorrow was to come, I couldn’t do the same.

Slowly, I made my way towards her. Stopping only an inch away. I couldn’t say no to this, even if every fiber of my being told me to. Also, I wondered why she agreed to my name to be on that list. I thought she had a say in this kind of things.

I extended my hand to her as a slow song started to play, bracing myself for the incoming impact as her hand lifted into the air. It slid into mine effortlessly, sending a wave of intense pleasure soaring up my arm to the rest of my body. For some minutes, I stared into her eyes, those mesmerizing blue eyes growing even large as she looked at me. Or as we looked at each other. Deep down, I knew I should’ve done something other than staring at her. But that part was rather small than the amount of excitement scorching through my veins.

“Ah…Lucian?” she called, her face twisted in bewilderment that didn’t even take away from her beauty. Thanks to her voice, it snapped me out of my embarrassing trance. As the music swirled in the air, I slipped my hand around her waist, bringing her even closer. Her scent assaulted my nostrils, and my hand felt like it was touching molten lava, even though there was a cloth separating her skin from my touch.

Slowly, we started to move. Following the rhythm of the soft melody playing in the large ballroom. I could feel the burn of every stare in the room on us, but that was nothing to the burn currently consuming me as I held her in my arms. It felt like I should never let go. That’s why in everything I did, I never touched her. Because I knew that if I did, it was going to be hard to let go. And it didn’t help that she fit perfectly well in my arms, where she belonged.