Chapter 3 3

Lysandra~~

He couldn't explain further, and I hated it. I stood and decided to make use of the restroom, to ease my fast-beating heart and put myself together.

How am I supposed to understand the shit that was going on? The man who interrupted my wedding was the brother of my fiancé? Were they rivals, because the way Jonathan escaped wasn't making sense?

And, the faces I was seeing in the gathering weren't present at the wedding, except for an older woman who could be in his early fifties…the others were all strangers to me.

Was it that they didn't know that their son and brother were getting married? Or, was my marriage a secret and not supposed to happen?

I told Uncle Bastian that I was patiently waiting to meet my mate and he insisted that it was irrelevant and that I could wait until the end of the world without having none. So it meant that neither Jonathan nor his biker brother was my mate…and here I was, panicking.

Standing before the mirror in the restroom, I slowly wiped the sweat that had formed on my forehead. “I can't keep staying here. I don't even need to meet Uncle Bastian for any explanation.” I told myself and took a deep gulp. “He knew about all these and was probably pushing me into hell when he had a daughter.”

I hadn't even thought about what his business with Jonathan could be that he insisted I must marry him or I would leave his household and become a wanderer. Was it all about money or what?

‘No way am I going to be in between brothers. Jonathan could return to claim me again with that devilish smile he gave me back there.’ I flung my hair to the side. ‘It's better to leave. I have to leave.’

Nothing was adding up. From being captured on my wedding day, to a contract, and then my photos that he had…then the worst was seeing his brother.

I couldn't do it. It was too much for me to shoulder, so I quickly sneaked out of the restroom and took another route.

I recalled how our home was built, and that there was an emergency exit, so I began searching for that exit.

Luckily, I only saw housekeepers passing me and didn't care, but the whole family was all gathered in the general sitting room.

I made sure to get rid of anxiety from my face so the housekeepers wouldn't notice that I was trying to escape. I didn't stop until I reached that exit door, and the issue was the code to pass through it.

A lady walked up to me. She stared at me from head to toe and asked, “Are you the new bride?”

I forced up a smile, “Yeah, I want to get a surprise but don't want to follow the main exit.”

She nodded, “I see. You're really going to steal their heart, and I hope they understand that you're too good.”

What does that mean? But I didn't dare to wrinkle my brow or whatever.

She brought out a card in his pocket, “Do you need my help to get it?”

“It's not that heavy. I came with my housekeepers and they are waiting.” I responded, my heart was already in my throat.

She swiped her card on the door and it opened, then she waved at me.

I walked out, in a hurry and only looked back once to see the door shut again.

From there, leaving the compound was so easy. I followed the main entrance since there was no security to hold me back. My chest was so swollen and ready to explode, so I did well to move fast and not draw any attention.

Just as I stepped out of the compound, I waved down a cab immediately. “Border…” I said to the driver and hopped in. ‘I have to leave the clan as soon as possible, before he notices that I wasn't with him anymore.’

“Please step on it,” I told the driver once more and began checking my purse to see if there was something valuable. I searched even the wallet in it and there was nothing, not even a little cash. ‘He probably wants to cage me. I won't let that happen.’

Soon, about ten motorcycles drove past us, their engines roaring in the air.

I glanced back to see how they were racing behind each other and people shifting for them. They looked so scary and I hated that I had something to do with people like them.

I knew that he must have started to search for me which could be why he sent for them. He looked like their boss, and because he was also the lycan king, he would have too many means to find me.

“Sir, don't take the normal route,” I said to him quickly, tangling my fingers on my dress. I prayed so hard that we would reach the border quickly, so I began pulling out the golden jewelry I was putting on.

It was worth so much and I'm sure the driver would be glad to have any of them.

I put them all out and dropped them into my purse.

In no time, the car stopped and I handed the necklace to the driver, “You should sell it.”

He stared at it and then back at me, "That's much.”

I waved at him and began leaving.

He had the fucking money to get all those, but that won't make me stay with a devil like him.

I walked into the woods, because that was the only way for me to pass the border without being worried. Since he was the lycan king, it would reach him easily that a woman was on the run and I would be held captive by those gammas there.

For the first time, I portrayed the woods like it was my home, listening to every sound of the birds and counting the trees that I'd passed.

If I passed the border, I would enter a remote town that could shield me for some time before going into the next clan, and that was my aim.

Each of my steps was silent, because I didn't want to draw the attention of anyone around, or a wild animal. Transforming would draw attention, so I didn't bother my lycan.

I hadn't found my mate yet, so even if I transformed, I wouldn't be too strong to fight any of them.

Time went so fast while I was still wandering in the woods, and darkness covered the sky.

I was so scared of moving further, not even sure if the place I was in could be safe from wild animals. I sat under a huge tree, shivering from the cold wind until my lycan began heating me up. I prayed to the moon goddess and to my deceased parents to come protect me until morning.

The wood was so quiet, not even the chirping of birds was heard.

I prayed not to see one more thing—a ghost. I feared it so much after all the fairytales I'd been told during my childhood, and I didn't want to experience it.

My eyes shut. I didn't want to sleep but nature was calling me so much…

But a light shone straight in my face. I struggled my eyes to open, thinking it was someone standing before me, or maybe that I'd been caught…rather it was the moon—the full moon.

My breath hung in my throat. I didn't know tonight was the full moon.

Since the death of my parents, I hadn't been keeping track of all those. I'd always wished to go to the mountain during this time to try and see if I could meet my mate.

‘The mountain would be far from here. It's even riskier going there.’ I thought, staring at the moon. ‘I can't race tonight. I will miss the festival.’

I scratched my head, then my neck…and slowly, my whole body began itching. I continued scratching all over myself, heaving deeply.

“What's wrong with me? It's itching so bad…" I mumbled and dropped my bag, scratching my thighs down to my feet. “Goddess, am I going mad or what? What's this?”

And when it seemed like it was stopping, a tingling sensation began burning in me.

The moon stilled, shining in my face while I struggled to rip out my dress.

My whole body was on fire, as though I were placed in an oven. My heartbeat spiked beyond my control and my nipples became so sensitive.

With how my body was reacting, I realised something—I was in heat for the first time.

Soft sobs left my throat. I had craved my mate to be with me during my heat, but here I was alone.

I couldn't stand it but began ripping off my dress from my body. I cried softly, rubbing my palms on my nipple, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

Between my thighs, something throbbed. I hadn't felt that way before and with how sensitive every part of me was, I prayed not to go feral at this point, because I didn't have a mate to quench the heat.

I pulled down my panties and sat on the tree root, my legs widened. It was as though I had lost my senses, because my whole body was heating up.

When I looked down between my thighs, my cunt was so swollen and tingling me. I hadn't touched myself before and no one had, but I didn't care at that point.

I stroked my fingers on my cunt, its wetness concealed my fingers.

‘Oh, I love it. Ahhh, it's too much.’ I kept gasping, stroking my fingers there even though I wasn't getting enough.

I was scared that I'd regret ever escaping, because if I didn't leave, he could have helped me quench it. I added all my strength to it, stroking myself…but it was as though I was missing something.

Tired, I broke into a heavy cry, my voice echoed through the woods. I only turned twenty-three tonight and can't go feral yet.

“Do you need my help?” someone spoke behind me.

I slowly turned backwards and my eyes landed on him.

He fucking found me. He didn't relent.

I was supposed to be scared, to begin running away from me. But no…that wasn't the time for such a thing.

He stared at me, waiting for my response.

I managed to stand, my whole body was shaking but I stood firm. I needed someone to pour ice all over me if that would help…

“Please, help me.” I pleaded, even if it meant following him back. I just needed to pass through this stage in my growth or I would regret it all my life. “Make it stop. I want it to stop. It's too much for me to bear.” I cried out, whining my hips, and tears clouded my vision.

He pulled me into his arms and pressed his lips against mine, sucking ravenously.

I didn't know how to kiss back, but I was enjoying it.

My lycan growled at first, but surprisingly, it whimpered to him, submitting for the first time.