Chapter Eleven: A meeting with his lips

In folklore, a werewolf[a] (Old English: werwulf, "man-wolf") or occasionally lycanthrope/ˈlaɪkənˌθroʊp/ (Greek: λυκάνθρωποςlukánthrōpos, "wolf-person") is a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf (or, especially in modern film, a therianthropichybrid wolflike creature), either purposely or after being placed under a curse or affliction (often a bite or scratch from another werewolf). Early sources for belief in this ability or affliction, called lycanthropy/laɪˈkænθrəpi/, are Petronius (27–66) and Gervase of Tilbury (1150–1228).

They have the super human strength, speed and eyesight. They usually tend to live in packs and the leader is known as the alpha.

According to the Greek mythology every warewolf is blessed with a soul mate with whom they have to spend their lifes with. According to the tradition they mark their mates on the neck to claim them as theirs.

A wolf, especially an alpha is most likely to consume weakness or die on being rejected by their mate.

I blinked my eyes again at the computer screen. This was the information google had given me just by typing the word lycanthrope.

Does that mean that Ozymandius was a lycanthrope?

But waren't they myths?

Not wanting to disturb my thoughts even more, I closed the computer and after issuing some books on myths and the history of this castle I went upstairs.

The dinner was pretty normal which was unusual because Ozymandius had a meeting and Alexander was beyond excited for his birthday.

As soon as dinner was over I went to Ozymandius's room and immediately jumped on the silk satin sheets. I was so tired after all the research that it took no time for sleep to come.

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I had woken up to Alexander screaming for me to get up. I was pretty much a morning person but it seemed like people over here woke way before morning.

Anyways my online shopping had arrived. It took me half an hour to organize my clothes in the suitcase.

I had gotten this habit from my mom and everytime we went somewhere dad would have to inform us atleast before one week so we could organize our clothes.

I missed her.

I hadn't seen Ozymandius yet, which was why my day had gone pretty normal till now.

Alexander took me to a black Mesarati and boy it was gorgeous.

I was not the car crazy type of person but this car was my dream car so you can totally imagine my feelings.

Alexander proudly sat on the driving seat and wore his sunglasses as if I would get impressed by him.

In his dreams.

I accompanied him on the pessenger seat and began to search through the radio, when the driver seat door opened and there stood Ozymandius looking extremely pissed of.

"Hello Alpha" Alexander saluted, smirking.

Alpha?

Ozymandius gave him a hard glare and Alexander quickly got of the seat and vanished,  but not before passing me a wink.

I heard the back door open and Alexander layed down in the back seat.

Ozymandius sat in the driver seat and started the car. I noticed how the sun shined brightly on him as if it was impressed by his beauty.

He was wearing a black shirt, which tightly hugged his muscles. His posture was composed like always and he didn't wear any glasses. The sun was shining deep in his eyes, giving all its attention to him but he was not at all affected.

Alexander put up some slow songs which I gladly accepted because fast songs were not tolerable.

I closed my eyes as I let the lyrics get into me, it was just so relaxing.

The car started and I soon felt sparks erupt as Ozymandius's  hand took hold of mine tightly.

I looked at him but he drove as it was totally normal to kidnap a girl, then sleep with her, declare her his and then hold her hand.

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I looked at the heavenly view infront of me. The black Masarati now stood parked in the sand.

The waves moved with full flow as the sun glistened on them. There was no one on the beach and that made it more relaxing.

Just a few yards from the beach, stood a beach house.

It was a small cottage type thing, with brick walls and a small lounge with an open kitchen and two bedrooms.

This house was just my taste.

I couldn't wait to lie on the beach, read my book and relax.

I smiled to myself and went into a room to dump my belongings.

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I looked at the magestic view of the sun setting from my bath tub. It had been hours since I was relaxing here.

The hot water had relaxed my muscles and the vanilla bath bomb, I put in the bath tub made it more addictive.

After Alexander gave me the third knock, I finally decided to make his day. Putting on my swim suit I made my way to the lounge.

Alexander was using his phone while sitting on the couch, clearly unaware of my presence. So me being me, decided to surprise him.

I went from the back of the couch to scare him but what I saw deeply shocked me. Alexander was constantly staring at a picture of a girl on his phone.

"Who is this?" I whispered in his ear, a mischievous smirk making its way on my lips.

Clealy unaware of me, he jumped and I took the golden opportunity to snatch his phone from him.

Now I was running in the lounge, while Alexander chased me. I had never seen him so desperate so I was teasing him as much as I could, when suddenly I bumped into a wall.

No, not a wall.

The phone fell from my hand as Ozymandius gripped my arms tightly, his eyes raking over my bare legs and arms.

He took close steps towards me and I tried to scoot away, unaware of the wall behind me.

His eyes were intense. They were raking me from head to toe. I could here his breathing as he pinned my arms on the wall.

"Ozymandius" I whispered, while licking my dry lips.

He eyes were now more intense as they stared at my lips. I felt his nails dig into my arms and his breathe got closer and closer.

And then I felt those sparks as his lips were smashed on mine. He took full authority and dominance, in devouring each lip with full roughness and possessivness.

His arms grabbed my ass as he forced himself into my mouth, his tongue exploring every inch.

I stood there embraced in his hold as shivers of pleasures ran into me.

Soon he broke away panting as I stared into his orbs.

What did this mean?

I felt his swollen lips kiss my neck.

"Mine." he whispered.