Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

I looked away from him hiding the tears that grew in my eyes. As soon as I sulked it all in, I looked at him again. My gaze from his face to the crumpled flowers in the bin.

A deep breath escaped my lips. “I…” I began, my voice trembling. But before I could finish the sentence, we heard a knock on the door and both turned to the door.

“Your Majesty,” a guard’s voice called out from outside. “An urgent message from the northern border.”

Kieran signed. But before he could respond, he turned to me.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Clara, Please, don’t throw away that note. Think about what it says.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the silence, and the crumpled flowers. I walked to the trash can and picked up the discarded note, I slowly unfolded it. My hands trembled slightly as I read the words written across the page:

“Clara,

I know that it has been a tough ride with me. I won’t say that I understand all the feelings going on within me. But all I know is that we would go through everything together. Just as we have been doing. I knew we would figure it out. I care about you, believe me or not. I want to continue to go through these paths with you, Clara. Yes, you, not anyone else. But I will understand if you decide to let go.

Kieran.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the words on the paper. He cared about me, but was he willing to fight for me?

I was still unsure about a lot of things. But maybe there was a chance for us. A chance for a love that could overpower the fear and duty of the Kingdom. But first, I had to face my fear, and that wouldn’t be easy.

It was dinner time, that night we had roasted vegetables and herb-crusted fish which remained mostly untouched on my plate. My stomach was filled from barely staring at my plate. Or maybe there was more to the way that felt. Kieran had the same look on his face. We had not said anything to each other ever since we started dinner. The note fight might have touched him in places that it shouldn’t have. Each time I looked up, I would find his eyes on me.

“Pass me the jug,” I said and, in a few seconds, he pushed the jug closer. The silence was even worse than when he yelled at me. At that point, I wanted him to say something to me. Maybe we could talk about random stuff altogether even if it made no sense at all.

He cleared his throat, the sound echoed in the diner. “So,” he began, ‘About the nurses…”

Yes random, he might have read my mind.

“They don’t know much,” I interjected, cutting him off before he could talk about another clinical update on my condition. “Just that the bite is… different.”

He nodded. “But they’re working on a cure, you know that.”

I did know, but the knowledge did little to ease the fear that had taken root in my mind. The vampire king’s words, “More to come,” echoed in my mind.

“What if there isn’t a cure, Kieran?” I whispered, the question tumbling out before I could stop it.

His gaze softened, “We won’t think like that, Clara. We’ll fight this together.”

His words held a quiet promise though. So, I clung to it a bit more.

We sat in silence for a moment longer. Then, with a sigh, Kieran pushed back his chair and rose to his feet.

“I should get back to work,” he said.

“No,” I blurted out, the word catching in my throat.

He stopped by the door, his gaze searching mine. “Clara?”

“Don’t go,” I whispered.

He turned back towards me; his steps deliberate as he closed the distance between us.

“You know I can’t stay, Clara,” he said, “There are things that need my attention.”

“But…” My voice trailed off. I wanted to tell him to stay, to postpone whatever he had to do for just a little while longer. But the words didn’t just fall out when I needed it to.

He stopped in front of me, his eyes searching mine. “You said you didn’t want me here,” he murmured.

“My body says otherwise,” he added.

I looked into his eyes watching his smile. And like the realest thing in the world, he leaned closer and placed his lips on mine.

The touch of his lips thrilled me. I suddenly felt the wetness between my legs. My body wanted him even as my mind protested.

We fell back onto the nearby sofa and his lips didn’t leave mine.

His hands roamed my body causing me to drip even more.

Then he pulled away and faced me.

“You may say no, Clara,” he murmured against my lips, “but your body tells a different story.”

For some reason, those were the most romantic words I had heard in a long time. He grabbed me from my thighs and placed me on the table clearing away all the dishes as they crashed to the ground.

“Kieran, what are we doing? We are outside,” I whispered.

“Look at me,” he said. And just as he had instructed, my eyes did not leave his.

“What do you see?” He whispered.

“I see you.”

“Yes, that’s what should matter to you.”

I grabbed him and pulled him close, diving his lips. With my legs apart, he stood in between them. I didn’t know if anyone was watching but last, I checked we were all alone in the dimly lit diner. All I could see was Kieran’s face with a burning desire to have me and the feeling was mutual. I strolled with the drawstrings of my dress and its knots held strong. Letting go put a chuckle, he pulled my dress up to my waist. I was bare and wet ready to have. In a bit, he had his pants down. And slid in me. The weight of his hardness reminded me of the feeling whenever we went down together. It reminded me of every reason I wanted him in the first place and why the anger lingered for a long whenever he said hurtful words to me.

I clutched to his back as he stroked me hard.

“Fuck,” I pulled my head back just realizing I was biting my lips. He held his gaze filled on me. As he went back and forth, so did the table rock. At some point, as he increased his pace, I thought the table might crash.

Kieran grabbed my arms and led me down. He made me face the table leaning towards it. So, he would have access from behind. I loved to hear the platter of our skin jamming against each other. As he thrust hard and fast, I clutched to the table gasping for breath. I shut my eyes biting my lips. He leaned closer, his breath caressing my pinna. It thrilled me, drawing me closer to climax. Kieran grip on my arm tightened as he increased his pace. His firmness didn’t only show up in battles. Then I felt a warm rush in between my legs as his stroke gradually reduced. I faced him and kissed his lips but then he pulled me even closer in a tight hug. I could hear his heartbeat just as he heard mine.