The Lycan's Forbidden Mate novel Chapter 2
Kapitel 2: Fear of death?
At that precise moment, Ophelia was unable to comprehend what was happening. A dream, perhaps? And if she was, why was she dreaming about a man she had never met before?
He was just too gorgeously ethereal, like he belonged in a dream.
His piercing crimson wolf eyes informed her that he was a werewolf, but she had sharp enough senses to recognize him as a powerful wolf shifter who was likely a purebred.
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If she was having a dream? Why on earth was a strange werewolf in her dream, and why on earth was he so stunningly attractive.
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He was practically a silhouette in the darkness, so she hadn’t even gotten a good look at him, but she could tell he was built and very tall, likely the same height as her brother.
His words—a firestorm? Ridiculous. All she needed to know was her location.
“Who are you? Where am I?” She demanded sternly that he respond to her questions right away.
He laughed in a chilly, dark tone. He kept his cheeky grin on his face. “I am as eager as you are, firestorm, but I am not complaining.” Ophelia’s eyes widened as he spoke softly, showing that she had no faith in him at all.
“Stop calling me that.” She murmured, attempting to contain her impending rage. Why would anyone refer to her as a firestorm?
“Calling you what?” He asked acting fool, but his voice was surprisingly having an unexpectedly positive effect on her.
“I’m not here to listen to your nonsense,” Ophelia snapped, then moaned and dug her fingers into her hair in anger. “I have no idea why I am even here.” She grunted.
“Perhaps you are here because you are thinking about me,” He cooed, and Ophelia’s eyes twitched, seeing amusement in those blazing eyes.
It was almost as if they were in a dark cavern with her at the entrance and him at the far end yet, she could feel his strong, violent, dark, and mysterious aura that reeked of death. Her heart actually skipped a beat as fear swept through her body like never before.
“I don’t even know you, so how can I be thinking about you.” Ophelia asked incredulously, having done a perfect job of holding back her fear for him.
Her mind was constantly warning her that there was danger, but for some reason neither her legs nor his seemed to be moving.
“Why bother?” With a deep chuckle and a click of his tongue, he inquired. “The last thing I remember is falling asleep.” He abruptly added.
“You haven’t slept in days?” When he nodded, Ophelia exclaimed, “I’m shocked!” and frowned slightly.
“Based on your reaction, you are in the same situation as me, but trust me when I say that mine is much worse.” He told her while grinning a little.
Ophelia snorted. What could be more terrible than her life?
“You are a werewolf.” She narrowed her eyes at him and whispered deeply.”
“You are a dragon.” He adopted her tone. “You shouldn’t put too much pressure on yourself; it will only lead to death in the end, and everyone will forget about you; you won’t matter anymore.” He continued slowly this time with his deep, dark tone.
Ophelia noticed something strange about him, the way he spoke… but couldn’t explain why or how it affected her.
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