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Author's note: The first chapter real had little to do with the story line. This is also my first Fan fic.
Across the night, in the ruins of Orodoghaz, Kraven stood, surveying the damage that had occurred in the last attack. It had come quick and unexpectedly, the lycan's had been extremely well prepared. Like they were using their inside source.
The lycans would never except her, not in a million years, which was why she belonged here, with him. Not with that filthy beast she called her mate. She deserved to be his queen, ruling over the coven with him. She would have riches and respect. She would have him and she would forget her quest to avenge her family.
Selene was his queen.
Ever since she had set foot inside the grand doors, she had been meant to be his queen.
Kraven's dead insides churned in hate for the hybrid he was failing to destroy. They one last steeping stone that lay in his path. He had sent legions of Death Dealers to exterminate him. Michael was too well protected by the lycans, but his dear Selene wasn't. She was Michael's weakness in his leader ship. She would pass information to the lycans via him.
Kraven's mind wandered too a far away place, fantasising about Selene. Her deathly beauty and dark soul. Her strong and graceful body. And her eyes, deep dark pools of mystery. Silently he stayed in his dreams, clinging to the desire that lingered with him.
Steeping over the debris, a Death Dealer joined him and brought him out of his daydreams.
"My lord," The Death Dealer knelt behind his elder. Kraven turned and looked at the Death Dealer, eagerly awaiting her news.
"We have failed to bring her too you, the Hybrid killed my partner." She said, looking down.
"This would not have happened if you had waited for him to return to the lycan den." Kraven growled. Anger turning his eyes ice blue.
"My partner was eager. This lead him to foolishness." She responded, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Get out of my sight!" Kraven roared. The shaken Death Dealer fled the sight as fast as her immortal self would allow. He growled is frustration. There could be no arranged marriages with out a bride.
Consciousness slowly returned to Selene, alerting her to her soundings. She was lying on one of the cold and hard medical benches in the mini hospital that was housed in the lycan den. Hunched over the bench was her mate, focused on the glowing orange bullet that he was studying.
"Could you get me something over than a bed sheet to wear." Selene said. Michael turned and looked at her, "I think you look better in that, in suits you."
Selene glared at him, "not in front of the dogs."
Michael sighed at her, "Selene…" he started looking for the right words, "they're not going to except you if you don't show them some small amount of respect."
"I don't belong here and you know it, I only stay because this is the closest thing to safety that I have."
"What about me, Selene? Do you think that your personal problems are the only thing I have to worry about? I have a den to run." He retaliated.
They were yelling now, their voices projecting over the den, hungry ears of wolfs listening to every word.
"What about me? Do you think that I don't know that? I never asked for your pity." She screamed back. They stared at each other for a timeless century. Neither one speaking or wanting to be spoken to.
Michael opened his mouth, but Selene didn't want to hear it. She turned away and walked out of the room.
Michael watched her go, in frustration he punched the wall, leaving a dent.
Their bedroom was dark and shadowed, when Michael entered later that night. Selene was lying on the bed with her back to him. He could tell she wasn't asleep, just lying in the darkness trying to forget. He walked over to her, "Selene?"
Michael didn't receive and answer. Softly he ran his hand over her shoulder. It was more shock than pain that caused him to double over when she elbowed him.
Selene rolled over to face him, "Doesn't your pack need you?" She said icily. Michael straitened; every inch of his face was plastered with a look of seeking forgiveness.
"Geo is taking care of the matters at hand." He answered, his expression remaining the same.
"Don't look at me like that." She said, almost hissing.
"Why?"
"You know why." She glared at him and rolled away from him.
He sighed and climbed over her, onto the bed. "Selene, I'm sorry."
"It's my fault, I know I should at least be trying, but I can't. The scars run too deep. Not for my family, but for my friends that I was unable to save. The ones that fought for a lie." She choked on the pain layered words, "Everything I have know for the last one hundred and twenty-seven years was a lie. What I fought for was fake. The one person I trusted was the reason my family is dead. He's the reason I'm forced into the exile that immortality is. I can't breath when I think what I've done, of the lycans I killed for a deception. Everything that has happened to me, everything I buried into the darkest corners of my mind, is steeping into the light. It's choking me, driving the air from my starved lungs, like a corset that I can't remove."
There were tears in her eyes as she looked up at Michael. His answer wasn't verbal, but an embrace that had been held of for too long.