Anastasia Maltezos - Lycan King

She had had enough. "I've been alone for four hundred years, Drago." She rose from the bed. Unashamed of her nakedness, she walked over to her clothes and started putting them on. With jabs, pulls and tugs, she dressed, angry at him for ruining their moment. She'd wanted to remember this moment with tenderness. She didn't want to recall his arrogance. "I've come to terms with my destiny. It's an eternity of nothing." She tossed him a glare as she buttoned her vest over her breasts. "I suggest you come to terms with your destiny. You said so yourself, your kingdom is your destiny." Dressed, she bent to grab her weapons and gasped. He moved fast and before she knew it, he was holding her in a vice grip around her waist, dragging her body up against his.

"Lycans control their turning except when they make love to their destined mate, their one and just now I couldn't control my turning. After we made love, I shifted involuntarily." His expression was tight with suppressed emotions. " You, my beautiful Eve, are my one !"

She stiffened, staring up at him like he'd lost his mind. "I…I thought you shifted because your wolf wanted to be released." She was dazed. "This is absurd. You told me earlier the legend didn't apply to you." She was still too shocked to contemplate the full moon rising tomorrow. "No Lycan has ever mated with a vampire."

"It appears we just did," he replied, his face grim.

"In…in the legend, the Lycan's one turns into a werewolf on the next full moon. What will become of me tomorrow when the full moon rises? I am already a vampire. What kind of beast will I turn into?"

"We will face it together."

She knew he would not be able to accept the biggest obstacle holding them apart. She watched him dress.

"I'm…I'm going to see Katya," she said and left him before he could say a word.

It was after midnight when Eve went to Katya's room and her daughter was getting ready for bed.

"I can't wait for the assignment I am to take for the king. I've been inside for so long, I'm looking forward to the outdoors."

Eve frowned. "What assignment are you talking about?"

"I thought you already knew. I will travel with a few of his guards in a few days to show them where Balkathan's lair is."

Anger bubbled in her breast. "No! It's too dangerous."

"Mama, we won't be riding up to Balkathan's front gate. We'll be a distance away. The king wants to attack in two weeks, but he wants to scout the territory first."

"I won't allow it! Katya, what if Balkathan has soldiers hiding in the woods, prepared for such invasions?"

"We won't make it as far as the woods, Mama."

"I don't care! You will refuse the king at once."

"Refuse me of what?" came the dry comment from the door.

Eve stiffened as she glanced up and saw Drago stride into the room. "How dare you ask my daughter to return to the place that nearly destroyed her?"

"Actually, I didn't ask her. She offered her assistance."

"Your Highness, I'm so sorry. I tried to tell my mother I offered to help."

He raised an imperious hand. "Don't worry yourself. I can understand why your mother is against it."

"I still want to do this!" Katya said firmly. "Mama, I want to help the king in any way I can. The lair's entrance is hidden, camouflaged and only I know where it is." She paused, taking a deep breath as Eve watched her silently. "I have to do this. You taught me all my life how to be strong and fight for what's right. You taught me never to give up, to be strong and…and to face my fears head on and fight them." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "Well, I fought hard when I was in Balkathan's lair. Some battles I won and the others I lost," she added, her voice trembling, "and now all I can think of is all those women and men imprisoned there who can't escape. All those people who didn't have someone like you in their lives to teach them how to survive. I escaped because of all the things you taught me." Her face hardened. "If showing the king's guards where the lair is will help those prisoners, I will do it."

Eve felt the back of her eyes burn. Drago was standing silently to her side and she could feel his gaze on her, watching her intently. She drew in a shaky breath. "Katya, my darling girl, I am so proud of you. You've already faced your fears with bravery and courage. Now, I must do the same." Slowly, she rose, casting a sad look upon her daughter and Drago. "You both forget, I know where his lair is, too. And it's time for me to do what I've been too afraid to face these past four centuries." She tensed, knowing how they would both soon react. "I will leave at once and attack Balkathan myself."

"I forbid it," Drago roared. "He'll have you killed before you enter his gate."

"No, he won't," she told him quietly as she met his furious gaze. She braced herself, knowing he was going to hate her in a minute. "Balkathan is my father."

" What! " Katya screamed.

Eve's heart fell as she watched Drago's expression change. He looked stunned. "Your father? Why did you never tell us?"

"When is a good time to tell people the demon who's been destroying villages and creating bloodshed is your father?" She paused, taking a deep breath. "He turned me into a vampire four hundred years ago, thinking I would rule with him and stay by his side forever. He'd already killed my mother because she knew he was insane and would never follow him." She winced at the expression on Drago's face. He was looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time. "I ran away from him and travelled as far away as I could. I stopped in China and lived in a temple with monks who took me in and taught me that my curse could be used for good. They taught me hand-to-hand combat and how to use every weapon with a skill, unmatched. Each generation of monks who lived, passed all their knowledge to me. I stayed with them for two hundred years. When I returned, I knew my father was still looking for me, but instead of facing him and fighting him, I hid and lived in the shadows, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks."

Calmly, she walked to the window. "The reason my father is so powerful and no one has been able to kill him all these centuries is he's the only known, surviving hybrid, both Lycan and vampire. I was there when a Lycan bit him one month after he turned into a vampire. Soon after, he turned insane and killed my mother. I have to kill him. Once he's dead, his army will be nothing without him to lead them." She sprung on the windowsill.

Drago roared, "No!"

Katya screamed.

"I've always known how to kill him. Both silver and stake at the same time through the heart and that is what I must do now, before I turn into the same beast he is tomorrow night when the full moon rises. No one has ever survived the curse of both vampire and Lycan." Her gaze wavered under Drago's impenetrable stare. She drew in an unsteady breath. "Tomorrow night, when the full moon rises, I fear I will turn into my father," she told him quietly.

"Eve, get off that ledge now," he said in a dangerously soft tone.

She ignored his veiled warning. "I will make Balkathan think I've finally returned to him and when he least suspects it, I will kill him." She looked at Katya and her heart twisted in pain at the expression on her daughter's face. "I love you."

"I said get off that damn ledge, now," Drago growled, his face darkening to a dark red

She smiled sadly at him. "You can't stop me. I'm faster than you and I fly. I love you, Drago." She then flew into the night, blocking the sound of her daughter screaming and Drago hollering bloody murder.

Chapter Twelve

Drago stared at the window, his gut clenching violently. He had to find her before she got herself killed! He knew she wouldn't travel in the sunlight so he'd have to reach her before sunrise. Grimly, he looked at Katya and tensed at the look of fear on her face.