Mated To The Lycan King
Chapter 50

Training the next few days were jammed packed. I ran what felt like twenty miles and learned several new tactical moves with ease.

When we were combat training with our beasts I excelled. Turns out Charlotte was an absolute natural. She was stealthy, quick, strong, and made smart moves and outwitted our opponents.

I sat in our mind, watching through her eyes, and gave her full control. She would be deadly in the field when it was her time to shine. She used our gift to enter the minds of our opponents and was always one step ahead of them. It was marvelous to witness.

Saturday came and us girls booked an early spa day. A day to just relax, get our muscles massaged, our facials and soft music to ease the mind. We had lunch together with our mates and then parted ways to get some much needed work done before dinner.

I was up in my office as looked over budget papers. Papers that needed to be approved for pay. The hotels that all the members were staying in came through, finally. The total amount shocked me. I knew that our Kingdom would receive a kickback of the payment but the amount of money owed was more than I thought. Still, it was apart of the cost of war.

You couldn’t put a price on everyone’s safety. I pulled up the accounts on my computer and began the long process of paying them. A knock sounded on the door after I had been navigating the payment screen for about thirty minutes “Come in.” I called and in walked Miranda. She seemed to have a lot on her mind. I motioned for her to have a seat as she sat.

“Give me one minute to finish paying all of this.” I glanced over to her and smiled. I clicked the last few tabs on the screen and was finished.

“What’s up?” I looked across my desk at her.

She took a deep breath before she began to talk, “Well, I wanted to ask you more questions about being, well, a lycan? Our witches council has been trying to contact me and I fear that it isn’t the best of news. They can be rather greedy. I have been dodging them and I worry that since I am from a strong bloodline of witches, I fear they may be trying to use me for more power and control.” She sighed and she looked obviously stressed.

“Well, being a Lycan has been wonderful. But that isn’t what matters.” I told her.

“It’s not? Well what matters then?” She leaned forward in her seat as she listened to me.

“What really matters, out of the entire ordeal, is how you truly feel. Not the witches council, not me or Brent, just only you. When you picture your happiness what do you see? What do you see for yourself and your future?” I asked her.

“I see him and a family together.” She responded honestly.

“Then there you have it, it is that simple.” I told her.

“Well but the transformation could kill me?” She stated.

I nodded “There is always a possibility that it could kill you. But it is a slim chance, from what I have researched.”

“I would lose my magical abilities.” She frowned.

“Depends.” I told her.

“On what?” She asked.

“How the Moon Goddess feels about you. Are you worthy to keep some parts of your already magical being or do you lose it all.” I shrugged “Atleast that is what I have read in a few books.”

“Oh. Do you think I could look at those books by chance?” She asked me.

“Of course, let me grab them for you.” I stood and walked over to my bookcase. I searched the area I thought I put them back. “Ahh.”

I said to myself as I pulled the first book off the shell. I walked over to the couch where Miranda was sitting.

“Here you go. I am pretty sure Itabbed this section so I could replace it quickly.” I flipped through the pages and found where I had bookmarked the entire section that covered transformations from a magical being into a Lycan.

“Now, this is only things that have been previously recorded and written down. Passed through several generations over the years.”

“Okay thank you.” She took the book from me, careful not to lose the spot I had marked for her.

“With that said you know the information given here could be altered or changed. I don’t know why someone would want to change the truth or the circumstances surrounding the truth but some can not always be trusted. So take anything you read here with a grain of salt.” I sighed as I walked back over to my books I picked the other two that had storied that may help her. I continued to search the others for anything that could be useful, coming up empty handed.

I passed the other two books to her as she read through the first one silently. I walked back behind my desk sitting and thinking for a moment. I pulled out my laptop and powered it up. I looked through the internet that pertained to these certain situations. I typed in and handed her the book.

“Magical being mated to a Lycan King” and clicked the search. The hour glass on the screen turned and turned taking its sweet and precious time.

What seemed like an eternity passed a good portion of information pulled up. I began to click on articles and printing them out. This was after I skimmed through it quickly to make sure it was what we needed.

There was an interesting entry about where a very powerful witch, who was on the council many many moons ago. Turns out she was mated to a Lycan King from a decently powerful Kingdom and she chose to transform to be with her mate. She lived through the transformation from a witch to a lycan.

Come to replace out, later on, she was blessed with special abilities from the Moon Goddess. When war consumed their territory, other Lycans had heard of how powerful she was, wanted her to use as their own personal weapon. The territory was overcome and the Lycan King was murdered along with her, by his side. The witches council was furious but later on it was revealed that they were behind the invasions to begin with. They used their magic for ruin and it goes on discussing how this is why lycans and witches no longer get along.

I passed the article to Miranda after printing it off. She took it and read it to herself.

“I have heard of this story before.” She looked up at me. “I don’t remember much about it but I do remember my parents telling it to me when I was younger. But this isn’t the same version from what I remember. It makes the Lycan king out to be a monster, forcing his mate to bare his mark. But seeing how gentle Brent is with me and watching everyone here who has mates, well..” She trailed off thinking and looking at the paper before she began again “Well, it just seems like the witches are being lied to by their own people. It is absolutely infuriating! I have witnessed nothing but kindness, love, and friendship. Well, other that Dexter but he is a Rouge at this point.”

“And Rouges, all across the board, regardless if they are a wolf or lycan can not be trusted. They lie, steal, and cheat. They will attempt to get away with anything and everything if you let them.” I shook my head and sighed. “It is sad, really. I would like to think that some could be saved but because of a silly mistake some get out cast and give up trying to control their beast. I could sense it in Dexter you know? I watched how his eyes flashed with the power over his Lycan. I think he just has a weak human side and his Lycan knows that.

Or that is just me trying to replace the glimmer of good in him and he is really just a psychopath.” I frowned.

“No, he wasn’t always like that. When his mother passed away about five or six years ago he changed.” Miranda told me.

“Hmm. That’s about the time he and his men invaded my pack and one of his men killed my mother as she tried to protect me.”

“Yeah. My brother is the one who offered his services for that mission. That’s how they snuck past boarder patrol. My brother was a moron.” She rolled her eyes, “I loved him dearly, don’t get me wrong. But he was in search for power and then got entangled with Dexter and wasn’t able to repay whatever debts Dexter held over him. A mission went sideways and he slaughtered my entire family except for me and Cassie.” She quickly swiped a tear from her face.

“After everything he has done, Dexter and his men, including my ex-mate will pay for the crimes they have committed. They will have to answer to their sins. In time we will catch them, eventually. I want to personally rip him away, finger by finger and limb from limb.

Make it painful, so he can feel all the pain he has caused. Bleed the life out of him entirely. But I want to do it slowly, so his healing process can kick in.” I smiled to myself and I looked up to Miranda who had an unreadable expression on her face.

“Sorry if that was a little much.” I shrugged apologetically.

“No because I want to be there, with my magic holding him there while you do it. Maybe send him waves of electric pulses to keep his heart beating, or to shock him for the hell of it. I think it would be justified for us both.” She grinned at me.

Oh. This was the moment I knew we would be life long friends. I grinned back at her and another knock came on the door. “Come in.” Claire walked in with a big smile on her face.

“Hello! What are you ladies up to?” She was looking around at all the books and the papers scattered about.

“Just updating our knowledge on when I make my transformation.” Miranda told her.

“Oh. Has any of it been helpful?” She picked up a paper and was skimming it.

“Absolutely.” Miranda went back to reading an article.

“Oh, and planning on how we will be taking our vengeance out on Dexter and the others.” I grinned.

“Oooh. Really? I think I like this side of you. Strong, powerful, and bold. Yet you still have a good mindset to not make the wrong decisions.” She wiggled her brows causing me to laugh. “What are we doing for our evening free? One last night out before all the battles and war. We should all go out dancing.” Claire asked and offered her idea.

“That sounds like fun.” Miranda agreed. ;

“Well. I feel like it may not be appropriate to go out and party like we are about to go battle to the death.” I protested.

“Think of it this way, or well try to at the least. See it as one more night out, we may not live to see tomorrow so live for today.” Claire looked at me and shrugged. “Only something to think about.”

“No, you’re right. It sounds like a fun idea.” I smiled.

“Can we come?” Miranda asked.

“Of course! The more the merry!” Claire told her as she walked to the door. “I am going to track down Amber and tell her. Meet at 7 after dinner?”

“Yes. Sounds like a good plan.” I told her.

I leaned back in my seat, looking over to Miranda. “Feel free to take any of this you want with you. You will have more use out of this than l.” She was gathering the papers up, pausing to look over to me.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.” She finished gathering everything “I need to go get ready for dinner. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon Miranda.” I watched her leave and I put everything back in order. I left and went to get ready for dinner and dancing tonight. I have to admit I was pretty excited to really let loose for the first time in a long time. Now just what should I wear?