Vivian, at first, wasn't shaken by the fact that she would be losing her virginity as her aim upon meeting the Lycan king was to take his life. However, when she thought about the possibility of failing, she remembered that she could lose her virginity.
As she walked down to the room where the Lycan king would be located, she thought that, since her mates weren't able to entice or seduce the Lycan king, that she might not be able to seduce the Lycan king either, and before he sent her out of the room, she'd try to end his life with the small knife in her hand. She got it from the kitchen when she was roaming the castle.
In her head were imaginations of how to attack the Lycan king. He was the reason she lost her life and also one of the reasons why omegas were to be slaves and females as sex slaves to men. It was unfair and the more she thought about it, it fueled her anger, pushing her to imagine his death and how satisfied she would be.
When she entered the luxurious room, she saw no one and just began to look around. The room couldn't be the Lycan king's room as it wasn't big. It was more like a guest room.
Just as she was looking around, she felt someone's presence and immediately turned around.
To her surprise, it was a young man with full white hair. He was freaking handsome, but she already had the knife in front of her face, ready to battle with whoever was about to attack her.
Ironically, Vivian didn't know what the Lycan king looked like despite him being her target.
His eyes were so sharp, as if he could see more than a normal wolf could. She maintained eye contact with him, still holding the knife in front of her.
"Who are you?" she asked as she was supposed to see the Lycan king, but she believed that the person in front of her wasn't the king at all because he looked so casual.
He stunned her by grinning, which made her heart flutter. For some reason, she felt her heart racing awkwardly in her chest, which wasn't normal because it wasn't the first time she had defended herself with a knife.
Then he began to chuckle, walking closer to her.
She squinted her eyes because she didn't understand what was going on. Why was the man so relaxed even though he saw her holding a knife against him?
She was wearing a mini-blue gown as it was known that the Lycan king loved the color blue. The gown had no sleeves, so her upper breasts would be pretty visible.
The man walking close to her was wearing a blue shirt and white shorts as if he was just coming back from a walk.
He held her eyes with his, walking closer to her, but when he was about to take the knife from her, he failed because she calculated his movements as he came closer to her. However, the move she took could be predicted by the man who she was against.
The next moment, she found herself being held by the man and instead of him fighting her, he was sniffing her scent like he was a dog.
"Pretty," he whispered against her neck with one of his hands around her neck, which she was struggling to free herself from.
This man was holding her from behind, but he successfully removed the knife from her hand and took over it. "Do you really think that you could hurt a Lycan king with that?" His voice was so masculine and deep, she could feel the deepness of his voice in her chest.
Vivian looked over her shoulder when she heard that the man in the room was actually the Lycan king. This was her opportunity, but just when she was about to use her energy to free herself from his hold so she could get the knife he tossed away, a kiss from his lips landed on her neck.
Then a strange feeling surged through her body, as if she was being possessed by something. For the first time, she felt like a wolf. The feeling was overwhelming, capable of taking her sense of reasoning away.
"All the other girls were here to seduce me and I wanted to be seduced, brave little killer, but you came in with a knife, hmm?" He was speaking right under her ear, making her feel tickly and sensitive.
"What is your name, little killer?" his question came after. The Lycan king was surprised when he heard his wolf whine, upon seeing a woman that he was supposed to punish for having a knife with her, even though the knife couldn't do any harm to him as he had a crazy healing ability. He was the king for goodness's sake!!
"I am…" seeing she was hesitating, he kissed her neck again, craving to do a lot of things with her because she was his fated mate and the only woman who had ever made him feel aroused. It turned out that the curse he had didn't have an effect on his relationship with his fifth mate.
He rejected the previous four he was mated to because he was always irritated by their appearance and presence, even if they were so beautiful.
But this little warrior with ulterior motives, who he felt was his fifth mate, was the first he had ever wanted with everything in him. It was as if he had gone crazy and couldn't get his mind straight. Was he drunk?
"Tell me your name," he demanded this time, holding her around her waist with his other hand.
Driven by that demanding sensation surging through her whole body, leading her out of the main reason she was in the room with the Lycan king, she answered; "Vivian. My name is Vivian White, and I'm an omega from the Eclipse-born moon pack. What's this feeling?" she sounded compelled, but it was just her body's response to her finding her mate.
He turned Vivian around, making her face him. He wet his lower lip, realizing how cute his mate was. Her height made her cuter. He groaned so loudly that Vivian could hear him. Her eyes were pretty. "My name is Nathan, little pumpkin, and you are all mine for tonight because…" he carried her like a baby and made her settle her legs around his waist.
"Vivian," he groaned again while she looked innocently at him. "You are mine from now on," he declared.