TWENTY-FIVE
I floated in the void listening to the voices again.
Silence.
I looked around to hear nothing, no voices.
I turned to see who was talking, but the voice said.
I gasped out and rose to a sitting position immediately, breathing out.
I calmed myself down before thinking about the dream.
'I have to meet the oracle here,' I thought while looking at the blanket covering my legs and noticed the color was different from what I used in my appointed room.
I looked up and noticed my surroundings were different.
A light was on above the bed, and the surroundings were dark, but I could notice the decor thanks to werewolf genes.
Here, the decor is simple, reserved, and cold.
'Too cold,' I thought.
The scent of peppermint with a mix of musk was thick in this room.
'My mate's room,' I thought.
'Then the beautiful eyes I saw were my mate,' I added to my thought.
'Yes,' A voice said in my head.
I froze at the new voice ringing in my head, a deep guttural sinister voice.
''Who are you?'' I said aloud.
'Carmen, It is me,' The voice said, sounding sad.
''Artemis?'' I asked.
'Yes.'
''What happened to you and your voice?'' I asked in a surprised tone.
'I am sorry I couldn't reply to you that day. The pain was too much for me to bear, and you suffered for it.' Artemis said.
"What do you mean?''
'I shifted to a Lycan,' Artemis said.
''So you are a Lycan?'' I asked.
"But how?'' I added.
'Didn't Selena say I need to meet him to change into a Lycan?' I wondered.
'I don't know, but I sensed him, our mate, and I started feeling the pain. Also, I heard the Lycan's god voice,' Artemis said.
'Then that voice I heard at the beginning was the Lycan god,' I thought
I was about to continue speaking to Artemis, and then I felt it. Someone is in this room.
I clutched the blanket and menacingly dangerously ''who are you?"
Silence.
I looked at the darkest side of the room and snarled, "I can see your silhouette. You better come out before I kill you.''
The silhouette seated, stood up, and moved.
I was about to threaten when I smelt the scent coming from him.
I froze and looked at the silhouette whom I recognized as my mate.
''You know,'' The silhouette spoke and paused as he walked towards me.
I shivered at the voice, deep and captivating.
He continued, "The first thing you must ask me is; are you the room's owner? Not threaten me.''
" If you were not my mate, you would be dead by now,'' He added.
And he came into the light.
I knew Lycans were beautiful, but I didn't expect one of them to be these beautiful.
He stood intimidatingly tall.
His lean, sturdy figure in a white shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbows shows the tattoo on both arms, and the first two buttons are undone, revealing his well-defined chest.
He paired his white shirt with black suit pants highlighting his long legs around him perfectly.
I could feel my body, on its own accord, starts feeling flushed at the sight of his figure.
If Harrison was handsome, then he pales in comparison with my mate.
I could see his chiseled face gifted with a concrete jawline, high cheekbones, clean-shaven face, sharp prominent nose, plump pink lips, and alluring luscious black hair with strands falling over his eyes.
He looked perfect.
Like the Lycan god above had specifically taken his time to sculpt him flawlessly without blemish.
He kept his eyes on me as mine were on him. We stared at each other till he growled.
"I don't know why the Lycan god gave me a mate, a mate that is a werewolf,'' He looked at me coldly.
I blinked my eyes twice after he broke my fantasy of his body and stared at him with the same look as he did.
But in my heart, I laughed at myself.
'Why did I stare at him like I was possessed,' I thought, shocked at my behavior.
I cleared my throat and said impassively, "It seems you don't like me.''
Surprise flashed in his eyes but reverted to nothingness.
I removed the blanket and came down from the enormous bed.
When my feet touched the ground, I almost fell but balanced myself.
I felt the movement of my mate, and with a glance, I could see his hands stretched out but quickly fell to the side.
"How long was I asleep?" I positioned myself and looked at him.
He furrowed his brows and stared for a while before answering.
"One week," His seductive voice answered.
''A week?''
'No wonder my body was stiff when I tried to come down from the bed.' I thought.
'Aiden and the others must be worried,' I added to my thoughts.
"My family?" I asked him.
''They insisted on taking you with them, but I took you,'' He said.
''I see,'' I sighed.
''Okay, My name is Carmen Miller. I came to see the Lycan king since I have found you,'' I stood firm and introduced myself.
"The Lycan king?" he asked with an eyebrow up, which made him alluring.
My heart started racing at the movement, and I cursed in my thoughts.
I cleared my throat and continued, "Yes, He invited me personally. I need to speak to him urgently and see the oracle of the Lycans.''
"Oh, You must be the famous SANGUINEX,'' He said.
"Yes. I am, and for you to know me, I assume you are a warrior or a noble?" I asked.
"Why wouldn't I know when I invited you?'' He smiled cruelly at me.
'He invited me?' I thought.
'Then!' I added to my thoughts with widened eyes.
''I-I see, then forgive my insolence, your majesty'' my eyes reverted to normal as I looked into his grey eyes.
''I didn't expect my mate to be the SANGUINEX and a werewolf.'' He said the last word with hate in his voice.
I clenched my hands at my side when he mentioned werewolf with hate.
"Can you explain why a werewolf can shift to a Lycan, a powerful Lycan?" He closed the gap between us and gripped my chin harshly.
I extended my claws and gripped his hands on my chin, "Don't expect me to take disrespect from you, your majesty." I growled menacingly.
Even if he hates werewolves, he shouldn't treat me with disrespect, mate or not.
We stared at each other, and he saw that I was seriously gripping his hand on my chin, and my black claw drew blood.
He gave a short, mirthless laugh before releasing my chin.
I removed my hand when he released my chin.
''I will instruct the maid on your floor to come you.'' He walked to the door.
''Harrison will be waiting outside my door to show you my office,'' He opened the door and closed it without looking at me.