Moon's Call (Sample)

Chapter Ten

Once they were alone, Theresa had a chance to scrutinize her supposed mate. His features were strong and his somewhat chiselled face was handsome. His eyes were beautiful and distinct and he had a fierce aura despite his quietness. She couldn't let her eyes wander to the rest of his body because she sure didn't know how to look at a man, besides his face anyway. Besides, she had almost no experience with the opposite sex, especially during courtship.

Glancing down at her lap where she was nervously wringing her fingers, she tried to do away with the uncomfortable silence. "I'm Theresa..." She began feebly.

He turned to look at her, tapping lightly on the table with his nails. "I know." He said impassively.

She hesitated and asked. "And you are Lycidas?" He answered with a grunt. This was all awkward for her and she felt very nervous. "I heard you are a lone wolf, an omega to be precise."

He regarded her quietly and stated. "I can smell your nervousness." He suddenly stopped tapping on the table and leaned forward with his arms on the table to stare at her closely even though an empty chair where Silas had occupied still separated them. "I can smell your fear too, nymph... Do I frighten you?" He asked quietly.

Taken aback by his strange confirmation, she nodded sheepishly. He drew back from the table and watched her. "You are of royal blood and yet demeaned to a serving wench and finally, mated to an omega. Don't you think you deserve better?"

Theresa didn't answer immediately because she didn't know what to say nor what to make of the question. "I...I don't... k...know."

She saw a faint smile lift the corner of his lips. "Perhaps, I should ask you more directly, do you want a mate?"

"Every woman needs a mate." She replied.

"I was specific." He stated. "Do you want a mate?" He questioned again.

"...per..haps.." She stammered.

"Do I look like a suitable partner to you?"

She looked up to regard him again, with his intense brown gaze searching hers and she looked down at her fingers. "I don't know what to think."

He nodded. "Pragoth is no place for a princess, especially a half nymph who can't defend herself by using her Lycan side. You obviously haven't had your lunar call and yet you have seen eighteen winters."

She looked up at him, her mouth slightly agape in shock. "How did you know?"

"Keener Lycan sense." He stated flatly. "I'd advice you to stick to the pack. I'm an omega and danger constitutes my life. The pack can protect you and perhaps, you'd come to find another mate here and the sooner you make this happen, the sooner Darius will see that I'm no good for you." He stood up and took off the jacket and the boots then placed it on the table while Theresa watched him in utter surprise. "Tell Darius his hospitality was well received." He turned and walked out of the house, bare chested and barefooted and she heard him transform smoothly into a wolf.

Some minutes later, Elaine walked into the room and halted just in time when she saw the boots and jacket on the dining table and the chair which Lycidas was supposed to be in, empty. "Where is he?"

Theresa shrugged a shoulder. "He left." She said.

Elaine shook her head wearily. "Well, how did it go?"

Theresa hesitated and replied. "He made it clear that he didn't want me."

"He's definitely the most strong-headed Lycan I've ever come across." She mumbled as she picked the jacket and the boots. "Well, are you still interested in courting such a man?"