Tamed by the Lycan Prince

18- YOU ARE MINE [WARNING]

[WARNING: This episode involves forced relations! If you find it uncomfortable, please be caution!]

CHAPTER THREE

-WILHELMINA-

Boris broke the silence with a loud cough, causing us to turn and face him. His dark eyes held a dangerous glint. "Thorin, shouldn't you be off helping Weldon train the other warriors."

His tone was clipped, a subtle rebuke in his words. Thorin, seemingly not affected, nodded at him. "Of course, Alpha," he said. He turned to me, his eyes softening fractionally. "Thank you again, Wilhelmina," he said before striding out of the room.

Boris's gaze followed him until the door closed behind him. Then he looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "Mina," he began slowly. "Do you want to know another reason Thorin came home?"

He paused, studying my face as if searching for some hint of a reaction. I was conscious of the flickering fire reflecting in his eyes, and the stern line of his jaw. There was a deep intensity about Boris that could be intimidating, but now it made me feel curious rather than fearful.

"I believe you're going to tell me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Boris's gaze didn't waver, and he let out a soft chuckle before continuing.

"I have elected Thorin to be my new Delta, seeing as you were released from that position," he said. His words seemed to hang in the air like a shroud, their weight pressing upon my shoulders. A moment of silence followed as I absorbed the news. I was no longer Delta. I was Luna, the Alpha's wife.

"I see," I managed to say, swallowing hard to keep my voice steady. A strange sense of loss rippled through me. I had cherished my position, even though it was brief. But when it was abruptly taken away, I felt a sense of emptiness wash over me.

"Thorin is a good warrior," Boris continued, his voice calm but firm. "And he has experience that many of our pack members could benefit from. He will make a perfect Delta."

"You're right," I said, forcing a smile onto my face. "He would."

Boris studied me for a moment longer before finally breaking eye contact. He walked over to the side table, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid from an ornate decanter. "Would you like some?" he offered without turning back.

I declined hastily and redirected my attention to the door. "If there is nothing else we need to talk about, I will be leaving now. I have urgent matters that require my attention."

"Very well." He took a sip, his gaze returning to the fire. "However, before you leave, I would like to discuss something else with you. It's regarding our wedding."

His words hung in the air, causing a sudden chill to snake down my spine. The wedding. Of course, it was inevitable, the final step that would cement my status as Luna. Up until now, I had conveniently avoided thinking about it, the prospect too daunting. But there was no escaping it any longer.

I turned back to Boris carefully, my heart pounding in my chest. "What about it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.

"My mother mentioned that you don't seem very interested in planning our wedding with her, so she asked me to have a talk with you about your behavior." he said, his eyes meeting mine once more.

There it was, a topic I had been avoiding like the plague. The wedding, an event that was to be heralded as the union of two beings in love, seemed more like a prison sentence. But I couldn't deny my duty or my destiny any longer.

"I'm sorry if I seem disinterested," I said slowly, choosing my words with care. "I've just been...overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed?" His brows furrowed as he took another sip from his glass. There was silence for a moment, filled only by the soft crackle of the fire.