Meeting Him

Helpless and humiliated, she felt cold air graze over her thighs as the last clothing was about to be ripped off.

She closed her eyes in anticipation as she waited for her disgrace to befall her.

The laughs seemed to quiet down, Breanna couldn't tell if it was the effect of the wolfs bane, or it was actually happening. She felt a surge of power whisk the room. It was as if a powerful being had joined her humiliation party.

Her mind felt hazy as a husky deep voice boomed in the room, "touch her one more time, and I'll rip you into bits!"

Breanna opened her eyes, struggling to see the source of the voice. All she could see was a figure approach her as her vision blurred. She smelt the most soothing scent she had ever sniffed. The mixture of citrus trees in winter, mesmerizing her making her wolf stir weakly.

She felt warmth as her body was covered in a piece of clothing and lifted off into masculine arms. Tingles erupted from where their skin meet, making her sense a hint of excitement, before she gave in to the darkness.

Richard Styles couldn't rest after receive the news about her daughter's treatment in the grand hall. He had been forbidden from going anywhere near the new pack house if he wanted his family and pack safe. He felt anxious, knowing that the lycan king had taken his daughter with him.

Breanna struggled to crack her heavy eyebrows. The events that had occurred made her shiver as she recalled them. But the appearance of the new superpower had her even more worried. She still had to save her mother and brother, but now it seemed impossible.

 She looked around the black furniture in the room. The room seemed designed for dark things. But it was too clean and organized for a torture room. Had her savior brought her here to finish what Victor started. Her wolf stirred in anger at the thought of that.

"You should have let me kill him when we had the chance," her wolf pouted, but Breanna stayed silent, walking to the door.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked, she pushed it getting out of the room. Nobody seemed to be in the hallway. The morning sun rays penetrated the large window that graced the path.

"Oh, what do we have here?" A man asked behind her. Breanna turned, wrapping her arms around her body, conscious of the revealing nightdress she had on. She hadn't even noticed she had been changed. For just how long was she out? She pushed the thought aside focusing on the man who was looking at her hungrily.

"Be careful man, his Majesty has taken a liking that one, I heard," another warned walking towards them.

"Oh he must have had his full, after all he never liked repeating them twice," the man who had brown hair said, walking towards her like she was his prey.

He grabbed her arms, pinning her to the wall, Breanna readied herself to attack. No matter who he was, she couldn't allow anyone to defile her while she still had the strength. He paused, her knee knocking him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Bitch!" He groaned, grabbing his groin looking at her with a murderous expression.

Breanna took that as her cue to run, the other man hot on her heels. She slammed onto a hard wall, sending her falling on her behind. She waited for the impact, with never came. Strong arms were wrapped, securing over her as sparks erupted from wherever the skin contacted.

"What's going on, Michael?" The man asked, his voice so deep that Breanna could have sworn it make her heart stir. A familiar scent of citrus trees in winter hitting her.

Her wolf yipped "mate" in her head with over excitement, making Breanna open her eyes wide in shock. The moon goddess had really out done herself. How could she grant her a cruel second chance mate?

"Sorry, your Majesty, for disturbing you, we were just trying to catch this filthy bitch," the man called Michael explained in spite, making her savior grunt deeply.

Breanna thought she misheard the Majesty word. Was he not the one that had summoned her?

Feeling herself set aside in haste she turned around to see his Majesty grip over Michael neck then followed a snap sound. Did he just kill him? Breanna coiled against the wall in fear as she watched just how merciless he was. 

At the corner Michael companion watched the whole scene trembling. "Come out Luke, do you have anything to say to me?" He asked furiously looking at Luke.

"No your Majesty, I apologize for my subordinate's behavior," he apologized, fear evident in his voice.

"Make sure you warn others, anyone who gets inches near her dies, or even thinks if taking ill of her, she's Mine, my woman!" He declared causing tremors to be felt from the power he emitted.

Alexander Leeds, didn't know what came over him from the first time he saw her. He had never been this attached to any wolf. They had come to breed since their species was almost disappearing from the face of earth. He and his brother were the only remaining Lycans. Luckily for his step-brother, he had managed to breed strong female wolves in various packs, but he had no luck seeing as he was the King of Lycans. From a pure bloodline he came; hence the hard time breeding even the strong alpha females.

He looked at the little figure of the woman, his woman coiled against the wall. He had never felt the intent to protect and claim any woman as his own. Her chocolate vanilla scent drove him crazy. Seeing her almost defiled at the grand hall, he wanted to destroy them all. 

The helpless look on her face, making his blood boil. His Lycan wolf emitted even more power than before. It was as if he recognized her as his. As a Lycan he never really had hope for a mate since their species had been wiped out in an outbreak of a disease rumored to be caused by witches.

"Look at me love," he ordered softly bringing his hand to cup her face.

Breanna did as she was bid, slowly turning her head to meet the hard, well shaped features of this man's face. His blue eyes enticing and inviting her to walk into his embrace. His sharp jaws well sharpened, making him look even more powerful.

"Are you done checking me out?" He asked catching her off guard. She blushed still surprised at how his features had managed to mesmerize her.

"What's your name?" He asked, snapping her out of hypnosis.

"Why should I tell you?" Breanna snapped at him. Although her wolf gad recognized him as her mate, he was still responsible for all that was happening around.

"Don't get cocky woman," he warned looking at her his once soft expression hardening. Alexander didn't understand why she wasn't even grateful that he had defended her. For a king to stool that low a breeder, it was considered weakness.

"You are just a breeder here like the rest of them, so don't get too comfortable, know your place," he coldly stated.

 Breanna felt the change in demeanor, and she was ready to match it feeling a sense of sassiness urging her on.

"Or what, your Majesty? You are going to kill me too?" Breanna said pushing her luck. She looked at him as he seemed to be mind linking looking furious. Almost immediately there appeared two strong guys.

 "Take her into my chambers and ask the maids to prepare her for breeding," the

king ordered coldly as the guards grabbed her dragging her away.