Tricia’s Pov

I can still feel the betrayal and stupidity. I was so gullible to believe that they wanted me back in the pack, to become their leader. What was I thinking? I had walked right into their trap. I was sold to the Lycan king, the most powerful being. I heard about Lycans when I was little. They are merciless. Now, I am in their territory, trapped here.

I cry all night before I go to sleep. Everything was too much for me to take in, my parent’s death, the banishment. Now, I have been sold to a Lycan King. He said I was his. What could he possibly want from me?

I looked around the room I was locked in. I felt like a prisoner because that was what I am.

I lost track of time and what day it was. I could not even tell when it was night or day because everywhere was always dark. What can I say? I was in the Pack of Lycans. Whenever I tried to ask the maids who usually came in to ‘take care’ of me what day it was, they would act like they couldn’t hear me. Were they instructed to not converse with me?

The maids came in again and cleaned the room. Not as if it was dirty. They also helped me change into another dress. The dress was different from the other ones. It is more revealing.

That was when I saw him, he walked in and the maids scurried off, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt a spark ignite within me. A spark I could not explain, could not control.

As Damian entered the room, his eyes locked onto mine, and I could sense his hunger.

“What do you want?”

He walked up to me, gazing at me like I was his. I shifted to the end of the other side of the bed, trying to get away from him. It is useless. He would still get me at the end so I stopped trying to get away from him.

Without saying anything, he reached out to me and cupped my cheeks, kissing me. I tried fighting it, pushing him away but I could not. I was pleased. That was when I heard him.

“You.”

His hands roamed my skin, and my body became hot. I craved more of his touch.

“It is you I want, Tricia.” He whispered into my ear.

Damian lifted me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt his weight settle upon me, his heat seeping into my very soul.

At that moment, I knew I was his, body and soul. And I would not have it any other way.

He undressed me, more like he tore out the dress from my body. I was drawn to him, I was feeling a bond, a connection. Was he my mate? I can not have a mate. I have not found my wolf yet. I am not even sure if I have one.

As Damian’s lips trailed down my neck, I felt a sudden, searing pain coursing through my veins. It was not hurting but pleasing. It was as if my body was awakening to a deep, strange call. I gasped, my mind reeling in shock, but I did not try to push him away. Instead, I felt myself surrendering to the sensation, my body arching into his touch. p lol

“Touch me, please,” I said as I rubbed his back with my hands sensually.

“You are mine already, Tricia. You are all mine forever.”

Damian’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with an inner fire. His smile was enigmatic, his eyes gleaming with a knowing that I could not understand. But I did not care. I was lost in the sensation, my body responding to his touch in ways I could not control.

The pain hit me like a freight train. My muscles cramped and twisted, sending shockwaves through my body. An unbearable itch crawled across my skin as if a thousand ants were marching just beneath the surface. Suddenly, the world around me exploded into a riot of colors and smells I'd never experienced before. My heart pounded against my ribcage, threatening to burst out. I tried to catch my breath, but it came in ragged, shallow gasps. I stared in disbelief as my hands began to change. My fingers, once long and nimble, shrank before my eyes. The nails grew thick and curved, sharpening into deadly points. Part of me wanted to scream, to fight against this bizarre transformation but I couldn't. I was transfixed, caught in a whirlwind of sensations I could not begin to understand. 

Damian's eyes met mine, a mix of concern and excitement swirling in their depths. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his voice husky and strained. "Let it happen."

Was I transforming into a wolf? The full moon has already passed. Why was this happening? 

In that moment, suspended between who I was and who I was becoming, I realized that nothing would ever be the same again. And strangely, despite the fear coursing through me, I felt a thrill of excitement at what lay ahead. 

Damian’s hands roamed my body, his touch igniting fires that threatened to consume me. I felt myself becoming something new, something wild and primal. And I embraced it, my body was surrendering to the transformation.

As the change took hold, I felt my mind expanding, and my senses heightening. I could smell the night air, rich with scents I had never noticed before. I could hear the distant howling of wolves, a sound that echoed deep within my soul. I could smell the forest from here.

I suddenly felt like having a run. I ran into the woods feeling free, with Damian following me close behind. I had no idea where I was running to or why. I just ran.

I notice that my mind has become more aware and alert. I could hear everything and smell everything. I noticed the aroma of things I knew nothing about. I heard wolves howling in the distance.

Damian and I ran through the woods, feeling liberated. Almost immediately.

Damian stopped running. Was something wrong? He transformed into a wolf. It was a magnificent thing to behold. I had never seen the transformation of a Lycan before.

Why was he transforming? Why was he gazing at me that way?

The moment I laid eyes on Damian, I realized the creature I had become a wolf. I have a wolf? She is beautiful. I had transformed but how?

“You are so beautiful, Tricia.”

I was more conscious than before, as my hearing and smell improved…. Both emotions. The wind made me detect the faintest scents and I could hear the most delicate sounds from miles away. Witnessing such a powerful and fresh feeling was truly thrilling.

I lowered my head and my ears were lifted, as if in the middle of something. My veins were pounding like wild beasts as I slowly pulled my tail back. I possessed the qualities of a night owl, hunter, and scavenger.

Despite the weight of my new body’s fragility, I experienced a profound sense of calmness and tranquility within the natural world. The only thing on my mind was Tricia, who had become more like a human being. The embodiment of strength, I was a white wolf. With a moon-shaped scar on my forehead.

My voice resembled the sound of my breath, and I growled. A piercing sound emanated from within me, resembling the stillness of time and the moonlight. My being was a mythical creature, a remnant of my past.

Damian’s eyes caught my attention as they appeared to be beautiful and content. He released a portion of me, and I realized that being just humans would never be the same again.

I raised my head towards the moon and let out a hopeful howl, my voice echoing through the darkness, although it was true to my own experiences. I experienced a feeling of strength and freedom that was unlike anything I had ever encountered.

Damian’s eyes were filled with shock as he stared. The doorway that he had opened was wild and primal, even in my mind. I realized that It was not certain for me.’

As I stood there, absorbing the beauty of my new figure, I felt an extraordinary feeling run through my veins. Something that had been stagnant for A long time became an internal source of inspiration.

The bond between Damian and I suddenly got stronger. I want him, no my wolf wants him. We kept on gazing at each other. Now, our wolves were in control.

His wolf approached mine and I laid my head on his shoulder as we both looked up.

“This is my first time shifting,” I admitted.

“You are beautiful and so is your wolf,” Damian said. 

Right from that moment as he fixed his gaze on me, I knew that things between Damian and I would be different.

“Be my mate, Tricia.”