Chapter 2.

Adrian.

I've been coming here every evening for the past three months and this girl with her skin the color of bronze, never stops stealing my attention.

Her eyes the flecks of the night. Her lips, beautiful and perfect. Her hair, long and wavy; like Venus. And not to talk of her swaying hips and perfect, twin mounds, hidden beneath her clothes.

Her boss, the bar owner, always orders her around. Never giving her any breathing space. A threat to her peace. I see the way she panics around him. Always making her frightened. But I will have him first, before he ever harms her.

My eyes take hold of the entire bar, locking on my target, Ana Malov. I need to ensure she’s where I need her to be.

For the past three months, I’ve put her on my watch list. My men trailing her movements. Tonight, am ready to take action. Get rid of this lycan, who has threatened my village. The king has ordered the lycan killed and it must be done, before I'll be able to return to my life of existing peace and my businesses in the city.

Ana Malov, a shape shifter; a male lycan in a woman’s body, has been prowling my region for the past one year. Posing as a bar tender. Taking down the vulnerable virgins in the village.

His real name is Denis Kirov, a former alpha lycan from a neighboring pack, who was disgraced; banished from his pack forever, for betraying them. And now he comes to my village. Breaking the pact the vampires and lycans have had for centuries. Drinking the blood of humans under my charge. No lycan should cross into a vampire's territory and vice versa. But Denis(Ana) has broken the pact.

“G…Good evening Sir. What would you be drinking tonight?” I hear Andria's beautiful voice.

I stare at Andria, who is standing in front of me. I frown at her disruption, because I need to be focused on Denis(Ana).

I don’t answer her immediately. Rather my eyes take her in. She is beautiful tonight. Not like she isn’t beautiful every night. But tonight, her hair is held up, leaving her entire bosom and neck to the view.

No wonder a few of the young men haven’t stopped eyeing her.

I hear what they say, all the time. How they all want to have her. The dirty thoughts. I can hear thoughts and now I hear the thoughts of the Lycan. He intends to go feed on a young girl in the village, tonight, after his shift. My muscles tense at that.

“Sir?” I hear again.

I lift fiery eyes to her, furious that she dares interrupt my mind stream, so I can get the exact location the Lycan intends to attack. And the look that stares back at me, is one I never want to see again in her.

Fear.

I might bear seeing that look on others. But not on Andria.

“The usual, Andria.” I quietly intone.

The best apology I can muster. Her name on my tongue is like drop of dew on a thorn. I don’t deserve such. She’s too pure for me to behold.

Her presence stirs my thoughts. The sound of her pulsing vessels, connected to her young, beating heart, filled with life. I want to taste her. Explore her warm juicy sheath. I can't hear her thoughts.

“Okay.” I hear again.

She’s regained her initial stand and is about walking away, but she stops and turns back to me.

“You know; you don’t have to be an arse. Sometimes a little courtesy might do you some good.” She’s panting.

Her heart rate picking up. Our eyes lock in a battle.

In all my life on earth, no one has ever chided me. I am the most powerful man in this region. Extremely handsome. My family has governed these parts for centuries and this girl, a nobody, just placed me down.

My body should course with rage at her insolence.

Rather, I find her interesting. A mystery.

A grin tugs my lips as I regard her. Yes, she is something to desire. Her mounds, her flesh beckoning me. An untried. I taste it in her scent. She has never explored the wells of a man’s passion. I want to show her.

Giving a perceptible nod, I speak. “Please, Andria, I’d have the usual.”

She jerks back, her expression unreadable. I wonder at it. Perhaps surprise that I pleaded.

Then she is walking away, when a man holds her hand, pulling her to him roughly. She struggles against the man's hold, his friends laughing. I frown, watching the entire scene quietly. My muscles tense as no one stands up to the man. Rather they all sit there, watching the scene in amusement. Their drunken and dirty thoughts, filtering to me. The owner of the bar, watches nonchalantly.

"Let me go, Raleigh!" Andria struggles, the man groping her bosom, kissing her. The scene is disgusting to watch. I've had enough!

I stand up immediately, moving with lightening speed and I take the man off his seat, squeezing his neck. Pressing him against a wall. He groans from my hold, his vessels pumping beneath my fingers as I squeeze tighter. My eyes stare menacingly into his frightened eyes, as I slowly squeeze life from him. My fangs already press inside my mouth, ready to drain life out of him, here and now, break the pact.

I hear gasps around me, as I continue holding the man. The entire bar falls into silence around me as chairs scrape. But I don't care.

No one has a right to touch her like that! No one! She belongs only to me!

Those words scream fiercely in my head, shocking me, drowning every other voice.

A touch climbs my arm, not forceful, the contact is enough to weaken me. I turn my eyes and I see Andria.

"Please, Sir. You're hurting him." Andria pleads.

I melt.