Chapter 5
Samira
He’d marked me. I wouldn’t believe it if not for the pulsing ache that radiated from it… and the demand of my body, screaming to finish the second part… the mating…
Mates were rare, almost impossibly so to non-werewolves… Him being a child of the Horned One will also probably change me into a bicorn, and I wasn’t looking forward to that….
I would risk it…
The unbreakable bond of mate is too valuable to worry about such a thing. Even if I did lose my unicorn form, I’d still be myself… just a different kind of creature…. A dark one like him.
I would not be expected to return to the castle either. No more being sent off to marry… No more being dressed like a doll to be shown off for later….
Lord Tyson already claimed me… all betrothment is nullified… Well, unless someone was dumb enough to come challenge a demigod for me…
He hugged me to his bare chest. “I understand if you intend on rejecting me…. If so… make it quick.” He growled. He already looked hurt, as if he’d been stabbed. “This is so soon, and you smell so much of fear.”
I looked at the grass… We were the only ones out here, since I assume others intended on letting us spend time with each other…. I was thankful for that. I’d also made up my mind.
“The Goddess grants mates to almost exclusively werewolves, as they are her people… not mine. To deny such a bond would be foolishness, but I must admit that I worry of my future my lord.” I said this in all truth…
“Please, Tyson is fine.” He said rubbing my back… His hand left trails down it. Little tingles gave me goosebumps, and I took a sharp breath… Nothing prepared me for this…
He gave me the time I needed to think clearly…. I looked him in the eyes. They were red again… Possibly that could have been his true eye color, because I’d heard those in the royal family became black furred, red irised wolves.
Those reds and blacks were likely his inner wolf… I would wait for him to tell me his name, but I wouldn’t encourage such an instinctual, mythical beast to appear… At least not right now; he’s too excited to have marked me…
“I could never reject my mate that I just met…” I said finally. He let out a breath as if he was holding it.
“Then allow me to be your king as well… I will never hurt you, neither in word nor deed. I vow this.” Tyson said this with a conviction that I knew he meant… But one thing was common of both unicorn and demon alike: one’s blood oath…. It was beyond sacred.
He’d put his claw to his finger, allowing a single drop of demigod’s blood to seep from it.
As supernaturals who do know, should we break our oaths, the gods punish. Oath Breaking is one of the greatest crimes one could commit… Even if it’s for your betterment, even if it meant you’d die if you kept it, many would choose that over their life. That was something all of us feared… the punishment for such a thing…
The Lord of Light does not enforce that upon humans. Arviel, in his benevolence, declared that if they cannot know of this world, they shouldn’t go to hell for their ignorance… At least that’s what the Church taught me.
His words took a lot of apprehension away, but it was still so fast, even for a supernatural…
“Everything I know will change.” I said quietly. He hummed.
“It already has.” Said Lord Tyson. “If you do not reject me, you are already my Queen.” He said this as if it were common knowledge…
“Then I accept….” I said as I fumbled shyly with my fingers….
He is a dark creature… I was surprised that I hadn’t started the transformation to become a bicorn…We lose our horn, teeth, fur… hooves… and if we are winged, we lose feathers, and grow bat’s wings… That is what happens to fallen unicorns…A painful process, meant to punish those who fall from grace... He bent down and tilted his neck to the right. He wanted me to mark him… and I hesitated to… Gods this was all so fast…. But it was what I wanted.