Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

At moments like this, I thought about Kieran. He had always been my saviour and I needed him now more than ever. Just then, a thought came to mind, more like a memory. Nikkei, the witch who had helped me in understanding my powers and the mating process had mentioned a kind of connection that Kieran and I would have when the mating process was done. If she was right, then maybe there was still a chance of getting out of here alive. But I needed to act fast because the vampires were already losing their patience. I could see it in their glowing eyes.

“Oh, dear chosen one, I hate that this would have to end. For a minute there, I was having fun. You are nothing like we thought. But too bad we would have to end you. Grab her.”

“Oh no,” I moved backward.

They circled me, their eyes glowing with hunger and whatever desire they wished to fulfill but killing me.

My breath came in ragged gasps.

“Please, please. You don’t have to do this. We can work this out. I can speak to Kieran to work something out with you.”

I didn’t know what else to say that they would listen to. Every word felt important. I was outnumbered, outmatched, and utterly alone.

Except… I wasn’t. I shut my eyes as a desperate plea ripped through my mind, a silent cry for help. Kieran. The name echoed in the deepest part of my consciousness.

Would he hear me? Would he understand? It was like a gamble. It was either this or death. Anyway, I was going to die. But it was my only hope. I still kept my eyes shut. Just then, I heard movements on the edge of my vision which caught my attention. One of the vampires, taller and broader than the others, came from the shadows. He held himself with arrogance, his eyes fixed on me.

This was the King. I was wrong before.

He moved towards me with so much pride. Maybe this was who they were waiting for before finally killing me off. The other vampires parted away before him.

“A feisty little human,” he drawled, his voice a silken rasp that sickened me. “But your struggle is futile. You belong to me now.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I snarled, “Never.”

He threw back his head and laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the night. Before I could react, he lunged. He was faster than the others, his movement was just a big blur.

I barely managed to dodge his claws only feeling the wind whistling past my ear. He spun around still laughing out loud. This was a game to him, a cruel entertainment.

It pissed me even more that he would think this was a joke. I wouldn’t be his plaything. I launched myself at him, not minding how much power he had.

He caught me easily. His one hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing with so much strength. I choked feeling the air being squeezed out of my lungs, my eyes shutting slowly as life was being seeped from me. My struggles were feeble and pathetic.

Just as my breath began to hitch darkness consumed me. I heard a sound a distant war cry, rising far ahead. The King stopped, shifting his gaze towards where the sound was coming from.

“What is that?” He asked.

“I think the werewolves are coming,” one of the vampires said.

“What?” The vampire let go of my neck, dumping me on the ground. I held my throat coughing as I looked in front hoping to see. It was Kieran. He had heard my plea.

“Fuck!” the King cursed it sounded like a low growl ripping from his throat. Then as if realizing it again, he reached out for me.

“You did this right?”

Before I could respond, he tightened his grip on my throat. He released his fangs as he moved closer to my exposed neck.

“You will pay for this,” he hissed.

I groaned feeling the fangs on my skin. It was a pain I had never felt before. Then he looked at me revealing his claws. I shut my eyes waiting for the final blow. But before he could deliver the final blow, a figure came from the darkness, so swift and strong. Kieran.

His eyes blazed with a fire I had never seen before. He moved with a speed swaying his claws in the moonlight.

The King snarled, his surprise giving Kieran the upper hand. Just then, the Vampire King brings out a sword and so does Kieran. It was a battle of life and death. Their blades clashed, sparks erupting as the metals met. The clang of steel echoed through the night. But Kieran didn’t come alone, the growing roar of the approaching army increased.

Kieran’s soldiers flooded the street, swaying their swords and claws. The vampires caught off guard, fought back. The street became a battlefield and I wasn’t left out. I picked up a sword and fought beside Kieran just the way we had practiced. The street was lit by the dying gasps of the Vampires and the eerie glow of the moon. I could hear the screams and snarls ripping through the night air.

I watched, my vision blurring at the edges, as Kieran fought with a fury. My every move was evidence of the months of training. The King and the rest of the vampires, however, were fearful opponents. The King’s movements were surprisingly quick despite his size, and his attacks were laced with nothing but cruelty.

Just as Kieran landed a blow that sent the King staggering back, a searing pain ripped through my arm. One of the vampires had come at me. I screamed.

Kieran turned around and I watched as his eyes widened in horror just as he saw my predicament. In that split second, the King seized his opportunity.

“Kieran!” I cried out but it was too late. With a snarl, he lunged at me.

I tried to dodge, but my body was already failing me. The world spun, and I crumpled to the ground, the rough ground biting into my skin. The King was upon me before I could react, with his fangs out.

At that point terror gripped me, but before he could deliver another blow, I heard a roar which shook the very ground beneath our feet. Kieran let out a cry of rage, a sound that echoed with the power I had never witnessed before. He moved with an unnatural speed.

His blade went through the air and landed on the King’s shoulder. The King roared in pain. He stumbled back, clutching his wound.

But it was too late. The tide of the battle had turned. Kieran’s soldiers, fueled by their king’s rage and their own desperate need to protect their kingdom, fought hard. The vampires were outnumbered and disconnected from their king and began to fall.

I had not expected my night to go the way it did. All I wanted was a time to be alone but it was clear that I could never have that.? I watched as it began a bloody scene. The vampires scattered into black dust as soon as a silver sword went through their chests. My vision was already fading in and out, as Kieran moved through the battlefield like a storm, his presence was soothing.

Then I felt the pain coming from my neck, a cold touch that spread like fire through my veins. The King had sunk his fangs into my flesh again. I screamed, so hard and loud, as I felt like being drawn out from me.

Everything went hazy. I felt myself slipping away, the world dissolving into swirling colors. The last thing I saw was Kieran, he was horrified as he turned towards me, a scream ripped from his throat. But I couldn’t hear him anymore. Neither could I hear the swords of the soldiers and the vampires. It all went numb.

Then, darkness.