Chapter One: Let’s Make A Deal
Rike paced the meeting room of his mansion awaiting the arrival of a female claiming to be the answer to all his problems. A lycan female.
The meeting room for a lycan Alpha was equivalent to a throne room for a king. Rike’s spacious Châteauesque estate was dressed in French inspired gothic decor, groin vault ceilings, and an elegant combination of wood and marble flooring. His wide-open meeting room was just as elegant. Even his chair had a gothic plush high-back design and looked as if it was made for … well, an Alpha.
When the Alpha of a lycan pack was in his meeting room, it signaled he was available to answer questions or settle other matters before him from the pack members. having a territory large enough to cover most of the Midwest and some parts of the southwest United States, Rike practically lived in his meeting room when not flying to different areas of the empire.
Except today was different, Rike's more important matter was to obtain his deceased father’s empire. And having to put off pack matters to meet with some unknown lycan claiming to be the answer to his problems had him on edge. Caring for his pack was his number one priority and putting off their needs and concerns never sat right with him. He may be their Alpha but it’s he who served them.
For that reason, her life depends on just how satisfied I am with her news.
If it wasn't for the Lycan council denying his claim to his father’s, Viktor, throne, he wouldn’t have to resort to plan B of married a purebred lycan female to produce an heir. Except plan B has not worked out so well either. Down to plan G at this point.
His name struck terror in the hearts of his enemies, but it didn't land him a bride. A Queen! Time was running out. This mess had the fearless Rike West opened to deals and made him look weak and exposed.
She’s here to exploit my desperation for a purebred female.
Lycans have been around for millennia. Over the years, some kept to the olden ways of their ancestors, marrying only other lycans. Most others married whomever they wished, lycan or not. The drawback of the latter, millions of halflings and a shortage of purebred lycans. Rike was a traditionalist.
No matter how annoyed at being exploited, Rike couldn’t bring himself to ignore an opportunity to gain more power. She claimed to be a purebred female, so their offspring would be born more powerful than the rest of lycankind.
I am a purebred, my parents were purebreds, my ancestors were purebreds, and I will have nothing less for my offspring.
All his life Rike has been raised to seek more and more power.
His father’s words, “Son without power you are nothing. Just another poor wolf being dragged through life by the will of another. And being immortal, life has the potential of forever. that’s a special kind of hell.”
His father’s way of saying never become another’s bitch.
His mother’s words, “My precious darkling, do you know why I named you Rike? You are destined to be a mighty Alpha of your own empire. You are a god among men and they all should fear you. Fear is respect and respect is power.”
Viktor and Lorayle West were a force to be reckoned with and they would never raise their only son to be anything less.
Power is everything!
For this very reason Rike agreed to meet with Claire and discuss her offer to help him gain more power. That and all the purebred families have declined to give a willing bride to him. This news was a surprise to him.
Rike was the most ruthless and powerful lycan in the world as being the only purebred dark lycan left... and they denied him. Him! He would make a powerful ally. And still here he waited for some promised deal from an unknown lycan.
So, what he has a short temper, amoral, and a tab bit trigger happy.
Okay, okay … a lot bit trigger happy.
All they would have to do was not piss him off and boom, it’s smooth sailing… for the most part.
Aloysius, Rike’s beta, a tall solid built male lycan with short cropped blonde hair and piercing blue eyes entered the room with a redhead, pale skin, busty, lycan green eyed goddess trailing behind him. Claire was more beautiful than Rike expected and he would be lying if he denied she caused his cock to swell.
Aloysius tilts his head with respect to Rike before he presented the lycan female in his Scottish accent, “Claire ó Duinn, MiLord.”
Lord was the customary greeting to a lycan Alpha with a pack large enough to be considered an empire. Once an Alpha has reached Alpha Lordship status they expect to be acknowledged as Lord as it was a badge of honor.
Claire bowed low allowing Rike to get a better view of her full cleavage. She wore a shimmering blush gown with an off-the-shoulders sweetheart neckline that framed her pushed up breasts. Every bit of a Lycan Queen.
When she noticed Rike's eyes on her breast she smirked at him. something in her eyes told Rike she was power hungry, and he was her ticket to having it. That familiar hunger for more power burns in her just as it does for him.
Much respect female.
He didn’t need a union of love, so a mate that has the same ambition as him, was like hitting the lottery. Her beauty makes it easy to knock her up with however many pups she can handle.
She may have had his respect, but his wolf instincts were suspicious of her motives.
She is too good to be true.
Dark breeds were considered the psychopaths of the lycan species. For that very reason a lot of the purebreds of dark breeds have been hunted down and killed. What are the chances a purebred nubile lycan was eager to wed and bed the most “evil” male of their species?
Let’s find out.
Rike rose to his full seven-foot height, violet eyes met hers. He growled, “What the fuck do you want from me, female?”
Claire placed her hand on her chest in shock. She raised her other hand, “Excuse you my Lord! I do not think that is the proper way to address your future Queen!”
Rike sneered, “What makes you think you have an ounce of hope?”
Claire laughed as she looked around. “I see no long line of purebred females clambering for your hand in marriage.”
Rike raised a brow.
Touché female.
He folded his arms studying her bold and cocky behavior. “speaking of purebred. I have not heard of the ó Duinn family, so what proof do you have of your lineage?”
She opened a small handbag the same color as her dress and produced some folded papers. “My family is new to the States, but we are well known in Ireland,'' She handed the papers over to Rike. He studied them for a long moment before handing them to his beta to inspect.
Rike returned to his seat settled in before looking her straight in the face, “No. I deny your proposal. Leave at once!”
Claire growled at being dismissed, “No!”
Rike was taken aback by her defiance. His eyes turned an electric violet, evidence of his anger rising.
She stiffened giving off a small scent of fear before she squared her shoulders. She met he gaze with a seductive smile, “My Lord do you find me plain?”
He answered honestly “No. You are very beautiful and... bold. Two things I admit I would desire in a mate.”
Claire retorted, “Then why do you turn your fertile mate away?”
Rike pondered her words. She offered something he needed but this was too easy. Eyes locked on him, she reached behind herself to unzip her gown. Her smile turned naughty as it falls to the ground, allowing Rike to look over every curve of her amazing body.
My Gods, female.
His cock swelled, forcing Rike to adjust himself.
Aloysius cleared his throat, “If yer pardon me, MiLord ah think I’ll get lost.”
Rike turned his attention to Aloysius, “What? You don’t think she will make a good Queen Al?”
Aloysius stopped in his tracks and turned around to admire Claire from behind. He nodded with a smirk “She’ll make a fine Queen MiLord.”
The scent of her arousal reached Rike’s nose. He took a moment to sniff the air enjoyed her feminine musk. Aloysius must have scented her as well because he adjusted himself. Rike’s intense eyes fell on hers as she started to prowl closer to him.
“My Lord have me in your bed tonight so that you can see how great of a wife I can be for you,” Claire purred.
Rike was definitely intrigued and smirked, “You court dark desires in me. but I must warn you to reconsider as I am not a gentle lover.”
Claire smiled “Do I look like a girl that desires gentle? How sure are you that you can handle me Mr. West?”
Rike chuckled as he rose to undo his belt. “In that case you will service my beta as well” She looked back at Aloysius, who has removed his shirt already, intense blue eyes burned into her as he unzipped his jeans.
The two men closed in on her their hands caressing her sensitive nipples and moist sweet spot. Rike tasted her juices from his fingers, “Ms. ó Duinn?”
She pulled Rike in for a deep kiss, swirling her tongue over his.
“Call me Mrs. West.”
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