I Need To Speak To You

Roman POV

I was mesmerized by Dragana. Her coming back snapped me into a trance, a state I did not want to wake up from, but did not know how to deal with. Seeing her selflessness and love for Jasmine, her devotion and determination to save her, reminded me just how much I took her for granted all these years. Her only desire was to be free. I could have given her more freedom, could have granted her wish, given her more capacity to be happy, done more for her. I should have treated her better, I should have respected her, cherished her….. I should have loved her. “Loved her??”, Caleb snickered. “You??? You think you are capable of love boy???”, he continued taunting me. I did not respond; I did not plan on getting engaged. My whole soul was leaping to her, looking at her, an invisible force pulling me. When she shifted into her Lycan, I nearly howled in admiration. Her Lycan was incredible, silver fur sparkling as if covered in diamond dust, her muscular, toned body, graceful, yet powerful. The aura of kindness and power exuded her very being and her stars, her purple stars, pulsated with the energy I never felt. The Earth almost shook and broke when she went into the lake.

I sensed a presence, the presence of another wolf. As an Alpha King, I had the ability to feel and hear other wolves, regardless of the fact of whether they belonged to my Kingdom or not. However, the power of this wolf was blocking me from hearing their conversation. I just felt it and it was almost raw, magnetic power. Who was this wolf??? And why did he speak to her??? What was their relationship??? A surge of jealousy overcame me, and I nearly interrupted her ritual in the water. I made a step forward when Art’s strong hand grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me back instantaneously, stopping me dead in the tracks.

“Roman, what are you doing??? She needs to heal her”, he said softly, but with determination, not removing his arm from me, holding it on me as a vice. I knew if I pressed my luck, we would likely get into it, and I did not need to break the relationship I had just fixed with him. However, that did not mean I was happy about it. “Do not presume to tell me what I can and cannot do! I am your King after all!!”, I spat, irritated. “You are also my friend and my brother. She is already traumatized, and your earlier comments were uncalled for. Give her space, especially now. Jasmine is gravely injured by magic we know nothing about, and she is her family; she needs to do whatever she can for her. If you interrupt her, the ritual may not work and she will resent you forever”, he said, bringing my anger down, trying to help, always having my back. I knew this was likely hard for him to see – Art knew me. He likely guessed what was going through my mind and still had loyalty and integrity to focus on me and try to help me. I never deserved a friend and a bother like him, I thought to myself. He continuously proved he was a better man.

However, I was still jealous. Of him, despite my better judgment, of the mysterious wolf's voice and energy I heard. I had this urge to go over and claim Dragana for my own, right there and then. I did not know where all those feelings were coming from, but thinking about her, thinking she would belong to somebody else, created a fury of emotions within me that took all my strength not to show. I was bewildered and torn in so many directions, my mind was spinning, and I did not know how to accept these feelings bubbling within me. I gave Art my blessing to love her, yet seeing her in his arms, blurred every other feeling, every other emotion, everything within me. I was seeing red everywhere and all I wanted was to claim her for me, to make her mine. I could not explain the tornado swirling within me. “Is her Lycan our mate???”, I asked Caleb, coming to a perhaps only possible conclusion, hoping for some clarity from this vortex of confusion. “There is something familiar about her, something which is pulling me too, something really attractive about her, but no, there is no real mate pull to her”, he clarified. What the fuck was happening to me??? Why could I barely control myself?

Coming out of the river, she shifted back. Lady Asma hurried over with a tunic to cover her up, but I still glimpsed her perfect legs and her perky breast glistening from the water she had just come from. My dick got heard immediately and I was shifting uncomfortably not to let it show. Art’s grip on my shoulder grazed me and drew blood, so apparently I was not the only one affected. She blushed seeing us both, her dark wet hair clinging to her, giving us both a small smile, and quickly dressing and coming over. “The wolf of the lake will keep Jasmine safe, until we can secure the Blessed Blade”, she hurriedly explained, her silver eyes sparkling with hope. “Roman, will you help???? Please… I beg of you.. “she asked, grabbing my hands pleadingly. The moment she did, the electricity shot through me, the electricity one would only feel through the mate bond. I just stood there, unable to move, finally realizing that there must be something to the prophecy foretold. My jaw was clenching, and I was struggling to speak, trying to maintain my composure. She misunderstood my silence.

Her eyes were scanning my face, and when I said nothing, a single tear dropped from her face. “You are going to let her die?”, she said, pulling her hands from mine, and I felt all alone in the world. I needed her touch, I needed her. “No… No.. Of course not… I.. .I am sorry… I .I.. I was just enthralled by your Lycan for a second”, I answered at least partially truthfully. She ignored my compliment and that stung. “Jasmine only has one chance, and we do not have much time, Roman… I realize you have a wedding and a mate, and the trip may be risky.. I am I am… I am just desperate…” “I can go”, my father now chimed in, trying to diffuse the situation. At that moment, I could have slapped him to shut him up. “There is no need, father… You can stay here to protect the pack.. I will go..”, I said, giving Dragana a reassuring smile.

“Then I am going with you!”, I heard the voice of Art, and fear and bewilderment passed Dragana’s face. Fucking great! So she cared about his safety, but not mine! She cared about him, but asked me to put myself in the line of fire.. I struggled so much not to scream and punch the tree behind us, so much so that my knuckles went white. “The hell you will!!!! The blades answer to the Spieta line.. You are not my blood”, I spat forcefully, hurting Art in the process. He rebounded quickly. “I may not be your blood, but the journey is perilous.. I will come to help you. I am still your Beta and a warrior of this pack. It is my duty to protect you!”, he said simply, hurt still evident on his face. Dragana looked at us both, her eyes scared, hopeful, her face worried but determined… I did not know what she was thinking, but only one thing was true.. I needed her…

“I need to speak to you before I leave”, I said to her and turned back, leaving without an answer, running away from her before I grabbed her and kissed her and claimed her, right there and then, for the whole world to see.