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CHAPTER ONE

Mate

The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispere…

The Lycan was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..."

If the last Lycan was The Devil, I thought I might want to go to Hell.

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Helen POV

The Devil's Lair

"You have to wake up now! C'mon, c'mon!"

I forced my eyelids to open. They felt so heavy I thought I would have better luck lifting the world. My head hurt badly and I could feel bruises forming on one side of my body where I'd evidently been thrown down to the ground by whoever had abducted me.

"Wha---?" I struggled to ask, my tongue feeling thick and too heavy the way my eyelids did.

My cheek felt as if it were bruised. I suddenly remembered being slapped and my eyes sprang open as adrenaline flooded my system, telling me to get up, to run, to fight.

The girl at my side gripped my arms tightly. She shook me a little while shaking her own head 'no' at the same time.

"We're in The Devil's Lair. We've been brought as tributes. You can't make trouble or they might kill you before you even get a chance to see him."

"The Devil?" I asked, stunned and suddenly terrified.

Nodding again, the girl quickly whispered, "I'm Donna. My parents saved me to offer him. I hope he picks me! If I become his Luna, my parents will get to live in the Alpha House with me and my whole family will benefit. I'm the first Snow White our line has had in generations."

A Snow White was a werewolf female with pure white fur: the strongest female, the Alpha female, the most desirable and beautiful mate for wolves to have.

The only thing Snow White about me was the wedding dress I was wearing though it was not pristine after all I'd been through.

Pushing the voluminous skirt down, I wriggled around until I was sitting up beside Donna. We were both secured with zip ties at our wrists and thick ropes at our ankles. A look down the row revealed all the women were trussed up the same way: virgin sacrifices for the last Lycan.

Fear prickled through me, making my skin hypersensitive as I grew more and more worried about what was going to happen to me next.

I knew all the stories regarding Alpha Justin, last Lycan and only son of the Alpha King Juden. They called him 'The Devil' because he was a raging beast as a result of his nature.

According to the rumors, Alpha Justin could only be tamed by having sex with a virgin wolf during the full moon. Every pack sent virgins to sacrifice to The Devil. He turned them all away. Cruelly. Violently. Some went crazy from his rejection. What did he do to drive women crazy with only a rejection?

"Your parents sent you as tribute? So are you from Lone Wolf?" I asked, trying to use our whispered conversation to distract me from my panic.

"I am," Donna said, obviously proud of her pack, "What pack are you from? I haven't seen you around."

I could detect a hint of jealousy in the question and tried to suppress a frown. Why would she be jealous of me? Didn't she know what they said The Devil did to the tributes? She had to know I hadn't been offered voluntarily. Did she think I was going to be chosen over her? Over all the other virgin wolves to come before?

"I'm from Fiery Cross Pack. My father is Alpha Henry. I'm a Tiger Lily so I don't go on many outings to other territories."

I was a mixed coat -called a Tiger Lily like the wild princess who had tried so hard to steal the heart of Peter Pan- with fur made up of three colors. My family had hoped for better for me, but my first shift nearly broke my father's heart.

Donna seemed to relax after learning I had a mixed coat. In her eyes, I was less desirable already.

Testing the zip ties on my wrists, I realized I wouldn't be able to break them unless I shifted. I drew my knees up to pluck at the rope wrapped around my ankles, but my fingers weren't strong enough to take the knots apart. I was as helpless as all the other women lining the hallway to the door of what had to be The Devil's Lair.

The heavy wooden door looked solid and intact which surprised me more than it should have. I knew The Devil was supposed to be chained in his chambers. He was said to savage some of the virgins offered to him. He couldn't be too violent behind such a beautiful door, right?

"Tell me how you got here? Please?" Donna asked.

I didn't see how telling Donna about my capture could hurt.

"I made a bad decision. I went to a bar alone. I got drunk. I guess because I don't drink often and I felt confused. Some soldiers came in. They asked if I was a virgin. They laughed at me when I said 'yes' and I was going to slap them for laughing only someone hit me first. I passed out and woke up here. You were shaking me. That's it. The whole story."

"Except for the part about why you were wearing a wedding dress alone in a bar," Donna pointed out.

I shrugged without answering. She didn't need to know everything---and the truth was too humiliating to face when we were already in a terrible situation.

No warning preceded the first she-wolf being pushed through the door. I wondered what would happen for a few seconds at most; the first woman raced back into the hall as if the hounds of Hell were chasing her.

Every she-wolf between me and the door was rejected or sent out in under a few minutes. Tears, babbling, and even a few screams came from the ones The Devil didn't want.

The closer it got to my turn, the more nervous I became---and the more confident Donna got.

I thought Donna would have better luck for sure, but she had barely entered the room before a roar echoed from behind the door and she was thrown out hard enough to leave her in a heap at my feet. Her arm was at a strange angle as she tried to get up; I wanted to go to her only to find myself thrust through the door instead.

I was in The Devil's Lair!

Cold air blew over me making me shiver. I could see little in the darkness of the room even with my enhanced werewolf sight. My hearing picked up the sound of chains -they said The Devil was kept chained all the time because of his uncontrollable rages- and my shivers turned to full body shakes.

"Hello?" I whispered, wondering if talking to him would get me thrown out faster or more forcefully.

The Devil surprised me by responding, "Hello."

His voice was rich and dark and sent a wholly different kind of shiver through me.

I shuffled forward a few steps only to be grabbed up in strong, heavy arms. A wild scent of open forest and sandalwood flooded my nose; I went limp in The Devil's arms rather than making any attempt to free myself.

His huge hands swept over my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them over my dress before releasing them to rub down my flat stomach to my full hips. I had never been so aware of my body as I was with him exploring my shape over my wedding gown. What would his hands feel like on my bare skin?

I was simultaneously terrified and turned on. I didn't know if I wanted to scream or strip for The Devil; I let him turn my body around and my head fell to the side as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the claiming spot at the nape of my neck.

"Yes," I whispered, not sure what I was agreeing to or why except I was and I had to because this moment with this monster? My whole life had led up to this.

The Devil was a wall of masculine muscle behind me. His body heat scorched me even through my wedding dress; his breath seared the shell of my ear as he leaned closer and whispered, "Mate..."

If the last Lycan was The Devil, I thought I might want to go to Hell.

No males had ever been allowed to touch me. I was kept pure.

His scent wrapped around me as heavily as his arms and his lips were hot as they pressed against my pounding pulse at the base of my throat. My heart skipped a beat while my body responded with a flash of heat to match the one ruling the Lycan.

I had never felt so hot, so alive, so aware of my own skin as I was with the Lycan wrapped around me. His hands traveled over my dress again, making me moan as his hot palms cupped my breasts, making the satin of my wedding gown rub the hard peaks of my nipples.

I wanted him to tear my dress off, touch my skin, touch me, touch me, touch me.

He ground his body against mine, making me moan again even though I couldn't feel him nearly as well as I wanted through the yards of material making up my gown.

I'd never wanted to touch a man the way I wanted to touch this wild male.

Reaching behind me, my fingers were nearly claws as I sank them into his hips, trying to get him to move closer. But suddenly, he pushed me away with a hard shove which sent me slamming into the door.

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CHAPTER TWO

12 Hour Countdown

Justin POV

Heat raced through his veins with every beat of his heart; Alpha Justin of Lone Wolf Pack, known as 'The Devil' and as The Last Lycan, fought for control inside the chains binding him.

His father -Alpha King Juden- had kept him in chains since he was a boy beginning to age into adolescence. His body was scarred from years of bondage, years of whips and chains and cuffs meant to subdue the monster inside of him.

Every full moon brought more torture as the Alpha King insisted she-wolf virgins be offered to Justin.

His body wanted the she-wolf virgins. His body craved their tender flesh and soft, wet sex, but his beast rejected their fear as unworthy of his interest.

Justin had no name for the beast inside himself. The Lycan part of his mind was pure animal instinct rather than a coherent consciousness of its own. He never wanted to hurt the she-wolves offered to him, but the beast couldn't tolerate their tears, their screams, their fear which was as bad as a slap to the face.

None of them ever recognized what an honor it would be to feel him fuck them.

Until she came in and said "Hello."

Her scent was moonlight, rain, and a flower Justin couldn't name. Gardenia maybe? He didn't know -hadn't left his room in years, much less been allowed in a garden- and didn't care except she smelled so good he couldn't resist her.

'Mate.'

The monster moaned inside his mind and Justin knew he couldn't let this one leave soon. He had to have a taste of her. Just a taste, wouldn't hurt, would it?

'Mate.'

Justin shook with the effort it took to hold himself back from her---then the beast spoke again in his mind and he stopped resisting.

'Mate.'

Running his hands down her body, Justin marveled at how every curve seemed to fit perfectly in his hands. His beast had never spoken words before. True the monster was only repeating the same word over and over, but it was a word nonetheless and any words were better than the violent feelings the creature usually communicated using.

He didn't even notice when he said the word aloud, moaning the word into her ear, "Mate..."

Her breasts, her waist, her hips, her ass---Justin shoved her away from him as his heat cycle crested, trying to force him to give in, to tear her dress off, to fuck her until his lust was sated.

Thrusting her away from him with the last vestiges of his self-control, Justin growled at her, "Get out."

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Helen POV

Pain exploded from my shoulder as I hit the solid oak door. My body was tingling all over from the rough exploration of The Devil's hands. He'd been thorough as he'd groped and grasped and groaned over me, but I didn't feel violated the way I thought I would.

I felt---hot. Heavy. Sticky even where my own wolf had started to react to the powerful Lycan male laying claim to my skin.

Why had he stopped?

All the stories claimed the last Lycan needed to mate with a virgin she-wolf to tame his beast during the full moon. He was supposed to get control out of the exchange while the she-wolf gained power of her own from mating with him.

No one had ever warned me about how being rejected by a mate would hurt. I'd been warned males couldn't control their need for sex. I was the one who was supposed to be careful to protect my virtue. My mother had never said anything about how it felt for a male to throw me away rather than mate me.

I realized I wanted Justin to want me, to take me, to have me just as he roared at me again.

The sound The Devil made was pure animal, no words involved, and it chilled me to the bone. I fumbled for the doorknob, grateful when it turned under my hand allowing me to open the door and stumble back into the hallway where I was met with stunned stares.

"I---"

Words failed me as I realized I didn't know what I was supposed to say in these circumstances. Was I meant to apologize for not pleasing the Lycan? Be angry he hadn't chosen me? Cry?

Tears felt too close to the surface for me to think of them for long; I was grateful when an astonishingly good-looking wolf stepped forward to introduce himself.

Offering me his hand, he said, "I'm Randy. I'll be Justin's Beta when he's ready to take over the throne as Alpha King. You want to tell me what happened in there with him?"

Curiosity colored his words clearly enough for me to tell he was genuinely interested.

I found it hard to believe the day would ever come The Devil would be tame enough to rule over wolves as the Alpha King.

"Nothing. He touched me. He called me 'mate' and then he threw me out like all the rest."

I shrugged a shoulder as if it didn't hurt, as if it didn't feel broken---as if my heart didn't feel more bruised than my body.

Randy looked me over from my messy hair down to the scuffed toes of my shoes. I didn't want to think about how I looked to him in my rumpled wedding dress and doubtlessly ruined appearance from tears, sweat, and being dragged around all night.

Whatever Randy saw in me, he must have liked because he reached down and removed the rope tying my ankles together. He stood up with a smile before gesturing for me to follow him.

"We're taking a walk. Keep up."

I lifted my skirt so I wouldn't trip over the material and followed as fast as I could. We wound through so many halls and stairways I knew I wouldn't have been able to find my way out if I tried.

Randy held open another heavy wooden door -even more impressive than the one guarding the last Lycan's room- and waved me in, "Please step inside. The King will see you now."

The King? The Alpha King?

I was stunned into silence as I hesitated in the doorway.

Randy grasped my arm at the elbow and then pulled me through the doorway. He led me forward until I was standing before a huge desk where the Alpha King sat waiting.

I recognized the Alpha King from his public appearances. Even a human would know our King. He was famous! What was I doing standing in front of him looking like a disaster survivor?

I waited for the King to speak. I had learned how to be seen on command and heard only on request. My family had taught me to know my place.

"My son called you his mate. Is this true?"

I nodded, "Yes, your majesty. He said 'mate' and he touched me, then he made me leave."

"Touched you? Touched you how? Did he want to have sex with you or was he pushing you away?"

I didn't know how to answer. Justin had wanted me from the passionate way he'd explored my body with his hands, but he had pushed me away. My shoulder felt like a giant bruise from how hard he'd pushed me away.

"Both? He was passionate and then he pushed me away. Told me to 'get out.' He didn't hurt me."

The King considered me before saying, "That's good. My son needs his mate. His heat cycle starts every full moon and continues to get worse the longer he goes without a partner. You have twelve hours before this full moon ends. You will mate with my son, give him your virginity, and you will live to become his Luna."

I had only twelve hours to convince the Lycan to have sex with me? Impossible! I didn't know how to seduce any man much less a wild man.

"I don't know if I will be able to do---that. What happens if I can't?" I asked, adding, "Your majesty."

"You'll die."

The King didn't blink as he stared at me, his eyes dark with a hint of glow from the presence of his wolf. I couldn't believe what he'd said.

"What? How?"

"You'll die," the King said again, "I'll kill you."

I looked from King Juden to Randy and back before nodding.

"It's up to you, little wolf. Go be a good mate to my son."

The twelve hours I had to seduce the Lycan felt like twelve seconds as Randy walked me back to the ornate door guarding Alpha Justin.

I was thrust back into the dark room as soon as we reached the Lycan's room. The growl coming from Justin was warning enough for me to sink down to the ground right at the door.

Conversation was impossible to make when every word I spoke resulted in growling, rattling chains, and an increase in tension in the room.

As I smoothed my skirt over and over, I suddenly started to cry.

My first mate had rejected me on our wedding day -choosing my sister over me- and my second chance mate was a monster! What kind of curse was I under?