I felt like I was floating in air. Everything was so warm and soft. I felt safe. Everything seemed to be fine until I heard a faint beeping noise. My eyes twitched. My body muscles ached.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was back in Michael's room. How is this possible? Was this my kind of heaven?

I turned my head and winced at instant pain.

Ok so this isn't heaven. Heaven shouldn't have pain at least I don't think it does.

My eyes scanned the room and found the source of the beeping noise. It was the patient monitor that was beside Michael's bed. I'm not dead I guess but that doesn't make sense.

Michael drained my blood. I shouldn't have anything left for circulation. It was impossible. I tried to move my body but my body was stiff as if I have been out for days. I managed to lift my left arm and touch my neck and winced. I can tell it was swollen but not as badly damaged as I thought it would be.

I noticed him before I saw him. He was standing behind the door and my eyes snapped towards it like a frog eating their next fly meal. The immense amount of power that excruciated from him was overpowering. I felt a pleasurable chill run down my spine.

The door opened and he entered in. He looked new and not bloodied. Everything about him was the same. He was still tall and big. His burly size only increasing the power that radiated from his body. That was something I also noticed.

It wasn't what I normally felt for him. It was a different kind. One that demands obedience and makes him the commander. His eyes were different too. Gone were the hazel eyes that I adored and in its place, were golden irises like a reflection of the moon.

"M-Michael?" I said hoarsely. His golden irises heated up and heat stirred between my legs. "H-How?"

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Taking one of my hands he held it in his. His eyes weren't on me but on my hands. Tingles spread through that one touch. I sharply inhaled from the electrical current that pulsed through that one touch.

He gave a short laugh, "You feel that, don't you?"

His voice was velvety almost like a purr. If I could bathe in, I will bathe in it forever.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"You have been out for days." He explained.

"But how?" I asked impatiently.

He was so elusive. It was driving me irritably mad. Goddess but he looks like a freaking God standing before me. If I wasn't lying in this bed with aching muscles I'll jump him.

He chuckled. "You know I can hear your thoughts. Another power of becoming a lycan."

"So we did it?" I asked.

He nodded and sighed softly before he moved onto the bed next to me. Carefully, he adjusted our position until he held me in his arms. I was snuggly pressed against his body. I turned my head to look up at him.

"I took your blood but not all of it. I stopped drinking once you lost consciousness. Took the amulet and drunk the blood. Once you were out, Alpha Rayne had torn through Sebastian and he died instantly. She made her way towards me but it was already too late. The blood—it worked so fast. I gained my strength back in matter of seconds. I could feel the change happening inside of me but it wasn't happening fast enough.

She was quickly approaching us and I tried to get up but the change I was fighting my own body at the same time. I was struggling to stand on my own two feet. I couldn't protect you but Beta Josef arrived with the rest of the pack warriors. They took her down easily as she was outnumbered. I changed after that and latched onto your neck. I marked you, Misha. You are now mine. My blood is now mixed with yours and you are no longer a werewolf. Love, you are a lycan. You are mine." He explained what happened while I was out.

"What about Alpha Rayne's pack? What happened to them?" I asked.

His hand ran through my hair and he kissed the top of my head. I felt him lean his head against the headboard.

"I killed them all." He said simply.

His body stiffened. "I also killed the man who tortured you."

His voice was hard with rage. I ran my hand up and down his forearm to calm him down. The tingles made me smile. I was marked.

I turned slightly to really have a good look at him.

"Do you have any regrets?" I asked.

"About?" He arched an eyebrow.

"About marking me." I said.

He chuckled and his hand came up to cup my cheek, "Never."

My heart swell with love and all I wanted to do was jump into his arms and kiss him senseless.

His eyes darkened upon hearing my thoughts, "I can make that work."

Damn you and your mind reading.

He chuckled as he leaned down and kissed my lips. The minute his lips touched mine, it was like fireworks exploded inside of me. The soft graze of his lips before the nibbling of my lower lip it made my stomach flutter with butterflies. The minute his tongue slipped into my mouth and we explored each other mouth, I was in heaven. My hands moved up to his dark brown hair where I weaved my hands through it.

I missed you and I love you.

My spine tingled and my eyelids fluttered open. I broke away from the kiss to narrow my eyes at him.

"I can hear your thoughts."

He nodded. "Another perk for you as you are my mate."

"You love me."

He arched an eyebrow. "And I believe this is where you say you love me."

I grinned feeling a renewed sense of strength. I tangled my finger back in his hair and brought his lips back down to mine. When I pulled back I told him just so.

~~

"Lycans have always been considered the pure bloods. The very first kind of werewolves. They are superior and born to rule. According to ancient history the hierarchy places us on top of the high powers. We are the high commanders and even rule over the Alpha King. We have the ability to command submission and read minds of our kind." My eyes widened and I shivered upon knowing that Michael and I hold that much power.

I have recovered quickly after waking up. The werewolves all over the world have heard of the news and the shift in power. Many have traveled to our little town to really see if it was true. More than half began settling in this small little town. There were more building constructions and businesses coming through.

They wanted the comfort and safety of the newborn Lycan King and Queen.

Today, the pack were celebrating a mating ceremony in town leaving us alone to spend the rest of the evening together. Obviously, Michael and I paid our visit and congratulations. Hell, I was still dressed in the very beautiful yet sensual peach color lace dress that I picked out especially for this event. It screamed, 'jump me now' yet my damn mate won't jump me.

I sighed and shoved the paper aside. Michael looked up from his desk. The Alpha King has met with Michael and although I thought there would be hostility the King was more than willing to give his allegiance to Michael. It must be the lycan power aura that seems to roll off him like waves.

"How did we end up here?" I groaned and covered my face with my hands.

"It was your fault. You told me to drink the blood." He said pragmatically.

I removed my hands to throw him a scowl. Goddess, I want to be mad at him so desperately but every time I looked at him I wanted to jump his bones. It has been this way ever since I woke up and discovered that I was reborn again as a lycan but the damn lycan sitting across from me wouldn't let me touch him. He said I was still 'healing'.

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his bulky arms across his chest. His Henley straining against his muscles threatening to burst. His soft dark brown hair falling a tousled mess on his head, making him look sexy. My body was heating up just staring at him.

Fall season was gone and winter quickly arrived. The snow was falling outside our window. The trees and ground were covered in snow by several inches.

"I need a break." I stood up abruptly and speeded to the door. I closed it behind me and zipped my way down the mansion to the front door before he could stop me. I made sure to slip on my snow boots that were hanging out by the door before leaving. I took a few steps outside and onto the snowy ground. The wind blew past me harshly and I can feel the cold hit my skin. I welcomed the coolness against my heated skin.

"Misha," Michael's voice sounded from behind me.

I turned around to glare at him and replied in the same tone, "Michael."

He flashed me a killer smile that has my black lace thong drenched with need.

Stop looking at me like that. I snarled through the mind link.

Like what? He sauntered towards me.

You know.

Actually, I don't know.

"Ugh! I'm going for a walk." My boots stomped into the snow as I walked further from him.

"You're not going like that." He growled deeply. I turned around to see his golden eyes glowing.

"Like what?" I said the same thing he said earlier.

You're wearing lacey thong, no bra, and a lacey dress that reveals every single part of your body. He snarled possessively into the mind link.

I scoffed, "So you did notice."

"Of course, I did!" He snapped.

"I figured you didn't. So I was going to let off some steam with another male-"

Before I could finish the sentence, I was slung over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. I slapped his butt and he retaliated by slapping mine.

"Michael!" I growled.

"You want me to fuck you, mate?" He hissed back.

I clenched my thighs together and warm heat stirred in my core.

"Not anymore!" I shouted and slapped his bum again.

"Too bad. You are going to get and you are going to get it hard. I'm going to teach you a lesson in pissing me off. Your body is mine and mine alone!" He growled deeply.

Opps...I might have pissed him off a little too much. He slammed the door behind me and marched up the stairs to our bedroom.