The Primordial Lycan Kingdom.
He bumped into them in the forest, making love. He was supposed to leave quietly like he always did. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a shameless couple desecrate his sanctuary, but he stood there, staring in utmost shock.
In his trousers was a bulge, strange. He stopped having erection after his pregnant mate was murdered decades ago. He's almost forgotten how it felt like to be inside a woman.
Having an offspring was his biggest dream, one he craved with desperation, but failed to achieve for almost a century.
Vlad, the last lycan, has this kingdom under his feet, but what's all that worth if he couldn't produce an heir to carry on his lycan lineage?
Because of his inability to produce an heir, those 'smelling' shifters, whom he gave a home when they had none, and protected for all those years, were starting to bare their fangs at him, challenging his authority.
Otherwise, why would they make his sanctuary into a love garden?
But he didn't stop them, solely because his beta advised him against it. It was his beta, Barak's idea to hang around scenes like this, hoping it would trigger his adrenaline and force his erection. He's done so more times than he could remember, but every time was a disappointment.
Watching those 'smelling' creatures make love was boring, and annoying, but his beta was a stubborn one.
He took him around all the brothels in the kingdom, made him take concoctions after concoctions, all to help him get an erection, but failed.
Finally believing the curse, he quietly returned to his sanctuary, living in seclusion for years, to cultivate.
But surprisingly, today came with an unexpected surprise.
He was in his cave like every other day, cultivation, when a faint scent wafted into his nose, drawing him here. All the way, his wolf, which had almost become dormant, suddenly grew frantic and excited, almost taking control of him just to get here faster.
The closer he got to the scene, the stronger the scent. It was a flowery scent, one he hadn't perceived before. It was sweet, fruity, alluring, and intoxicating.
Arriving at the scene, he found a couple making love. The scent was coming from the woman.
Vlad stood there, filling his lungs with the overwhelming scent, and listening to the moans and cries of pleasure coming from that woman. His chest heaved with strange feelings, as his erection throbbed in his trousers, and his wolf growled with ecstasy.
He leaned against a tree, eyes closed as he felt his bulge with his hand.
Was this real? Was this really his manhood? Or could he be hallucinating?
Vlad couldn't believe it. He pinced himself a couple of times. The pain assured him it was real. He wasn't hallucinating or anything.
Vlad was excited. After his mate and unborn child were killed, he lost his mind and destroyed those people, both the innocent and guilty. But in retaliation, a curse was put on him. He thought it was just a bluff, until his manhood died…
Returning to the prophetess to seek solutions, she told him there wasn't any. The only solution was to mate a primordial wolf. However, the last primordial wolf died decades ago.
So, who was this woman?
Meanwhile, the couple had no idea what perilous waters they just stepped into. The two, tangled like twine, rode on ecstasy and finally dropped to the ground, feeling wasted.
"I love you so much, Eve. I hope after this, you'll believe that Miranda and I have nothing." The man said, out of breath.
Evelyn snuggled into his arms, "Miranda is the heiress of the Redmoon pack. She's talented, beautiful, kind, and smart. She's a better choice for your family, and I'm sure the pack wants her to be the Luna."
"Don't speak nonsense, Evelyn, you're my mate, and that would always be the truth," he kissed her.
But Evelyn wasn't convinced, or rather, she wanted to be sure of her mate's stand. "What does it matter in the face of benefit and power? I'm just an omega, one with a wolf who barely stays awake. I'm a defect, Markkus," she stared into his eyes, biting her lip with regret as she added. "I can understand if you choose Miranda."
"Don't make me angry, Eve!" he growled, and suddenly exuded a faint ancient aura, which none of them was aware of.
Vlad, who was behind the dense mist, furrowed his brows. He didn't like that the woman he had his eyes on was being yelled at. Irrespective of who that person was to her.
"Don't be angry, I'm sorry." Evelyn hugged her mate, and he returned the hug, sighing, as his rage slowly died down.
"It really breaks my heart when you talk like that, Evelyn. Can't you trust me to handle this, even a little?" He brushed her silver hair away from her face. "If you can't trust my words, at least, you can feel my sincerity. Your wolf can feel it, can't she?" Markkus asked.
"She's sleeping. She's been sleeping for weeks."
"Tch. Lazy beast," he remarked and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Evelyn laughed, and so did her mate.
Even though Markkus was rarely in the pack, whenever he came home, Evelyn had this rare time of uninhibited joy.
They were a happy couple.
But the man in the shadows was not happy. He felt an uncontrollable surge of annoyance and hatred for that man making her laugh so hard.
Suddenly, chilling air hit Markkus and shivers ran down his spine. He abruptly sat up, alert. His sharp eyes took in the surroundings, but all he could see were the beautifully arranged trees and lawn grass that spread out in all directions - though a thick fog covered most of the forest. Still, his beast was restless, whimpering even.
"What's wrong?" Evelyn sat up too.
"I don't know, my beast is restless. He's scared. Something's in the shadows of those fog, probably staring at us with malicious intent." His gaze shifted to hers. "Don't you feel it?"
Evelyn shook her head, surprised that Markkus's wolf was scared.
Markkus, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Blackmoon pack, was one of the most talented shifters their generation has produced. He's a genius ability user, and he lived up to his reputation.
Only the Alphas, gifted healers, Elders, and a handful of people could awaken their abilities at an early age, let alone two abilities at once. But Markkus was different. He awakened two abilities two years ago, putting him on top of other geniuses.
Markkus has the potential to become the most powerful shifter in the kingdom, one that's being rumored to become the lycan's successor.
Anything that made his beast scared would surely be dangerous.
But unfortunately, Evelyn couldn't feel anything. She was more or less a human at the moment. Her wolf was the most lazy thing anyone's ever known, rendering her useless and powerless.
Her mate glanced at her and said nothing. He stood up and helped her to her feet. "We should leave. This forest is the Lord's sanctuary. It won't smell good if his people find us here."
"Oh? Then we shouldn't have come here," Evelyn panicked, feeling a cold sweat on her back. "Won't he find it disrespectful if he finds out we make love in his sanctuary?"
"Disrespectful?" Markkus laughed. "What's more disrespectful is the fact that he doesn't want to die and let our kind take over–"