The palace rose like a mountain carved from moonlight and shadow. With towers that scraped the heavens and marbled walls. It pulsed with ancient magic of the first bloodline. The birth place of the Alphas of Alphas.

The sprawling palace grounds shimmered in the morning dew, gardens stretching into the mist, guarded by black ironed gates etched with ancient runes and below,nestled near the eastern wing, stood the royal kitchens. Where the scent of warm bread, spiced meat, and fresh herbs danced through the corridors.

  Athena, stood at the basin near the window, wearing her maids uniform. She rolled her sleeves as she scrubbed the porcelain dishes, the water now tepid and flecked with soap and oil.

But her hands moved without direction.

Her mind was far away lost in the memory of last night.

Prince Lucian.

She had never know a prince to be so...gentle.

Their conversation last night in his bedroom. Their proximity. The way he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close. The feeling of his breath on her cheek. The hunger in his eyes.

He asked for her name. Her background.

She hadn't expected the Prince to show such interest in her.

She blushed innocently. Recalling his rather brazen question.

"Athena... have you had sex before?"

Crash

The plate in her hand slipped, shattering against the polished floors. The sound echoed like thunder.

Athena's heart stopped.

The bustling kitchen fell silent. All eyes turned.

Before she could say anything-

SLAP

"You useless girl! This is the third plate you have broken today! You've lost yourself in that clouded head of yours." Ysolde hissed

 " Your relieved of your kitchen duties. But don't think your free. You'll serve your punishment where even pigs smell sweeter than you. The stables."

She didn't argue.

She only bowed her head, whispered. " Yes, madame."  And quietly walked out, holding her burning cheek.

------

Later that morning....

The stables were nestled at the far edge of the palace grounds, where wild flowers met the forest, and the scent of hay, sweat, and horses lingered thick in the air.

Athena entered the stables, with a broom in her hand. She had never worked here before.

The horses were enormous. Powerful war beast. Bred for royalty. Most were wild blooded, trained only by Elite handlers. Her eyes landed on one in particular-a black stallion, his coat gleaming like midnight silk.

He stood apart from the others, nostrils flaring, eyes proud and watchful.

They called his Onyx. And he belonged to the prince. He had been with the prince ever since he was a little mare. The prince took him to Russia with him. And brought him back.

Ever since the onyx's return, no Elite handler has been able to get close to him.

Athena approached him slowly. Whispering soft words.

"Easy... I won't hurt you."

She held out her hand. The stallion neighed, stomping and tossing its head violently.

Athena gasped startled and stepped back. Her boot catching the edge of the hay pile.

She fell.

But didn't hit the ground.

Arms caught her. Strong and Familiar.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She looked up.

Prince Lucian stood above her, dressed in fitted black slacks tucked in leather black boots, and a black dress shirt open just slightly at the collar.

His long Raven dark hair was pack to a low ponytail, a few strands falling across his high cheekbones and sharp jawline. His blue eyes bore into hers. Fierce and unreadable.

He hadn't shaved. The faint shadow traces his jaw. He looked every inch of the Royal Alpha. Regal. Dangerous.

And Devastatingly beautiful.

She looked down avoiding his gaze.

" Your Majesty." She bowed

"It was foolish of me. I'm here as punishment. I broke some plates in the kitchen."

Lucian tilted his head "And they sent you here for that?"

She nodded "I accepted it."

Silence stretched.

Lucian stepped closer "They strike you for accidents?"

"It's not my place to to question it. My Prince."

He studied her. Really studied her. She felt the heavy weight of his gaze on her.

"Tell me Athena." He said slowly " Do you often accept punishment that aren't deserved?"

She blinked "I... I don't have a choice."

Lucian was silent.

Then he did something unexpected.

He reached out tugging a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips grazed her cheeks, and she flinched slightly, her skin still tender from Ysolde's slap.

His eyes darkened. "Who struck you?"

She didn't answer.

"You shouldn't be treated like that." He whispered. His breath fanning her face.

He was too close now. Too near. And she was just a servant. His gaze fell to her lips.

He looked at her like no one else in the world mattered.

His lips was merely inches away from hers.

She whispered stepping back

" I should return back to work."

But Lucian gently caught her wrist. His voice was low. "Stay a moment."

She met his gaze.

And for one trembling heartbeat. Neither of them looked away.

------

  The scent of pine and horse hair still lingered on the air as Athena leaned against the outer fence, a soft smile curving her lips. The wild ride through the outer palace had left her wind tossed and breathless. Not just the speed of the stallion beneath her.

But the closeness of the prince behind her, his arms steady at her waist, guiding the reigns with a quiet authority that made her heart ache in ways she didn't understand.

Her laughter still echoed faintly in the wind, and her eyes shimmered with joy.

Lucian stood beside her now, brushing down onyx, who had miraculously allowed the ride.

She glanced at him smiling

"Thank you... Your Highness. That was... incredible."

Lucian turned to her, one eyebrow raised, a subtle smirk at the corner of his lips. "I thought you might enjoy it."

"I did." She said, the words bubbling with genuine excitement. "Actually, it's kind of perfect timing. Tomorrow is my birthday."

Laura paused mid-rush.

"Your birthday."

She nodded "Mhm. I turn eighteen tomorrow."

His gaze shifted, watching her closely now.

"You'll be able to sense your mate."

Her eyes sparkled

"Yes. All the girls wait for it like the sun rising after a long winter. Tomorrow I'll finally know who he is. My fated mate."

  She laughed lightly her voice full of innocence

Lucian smirked watching her. He thought

"She's so innocent. I'm going to taint her innocence. I will be the first to touch her."

"I'm nervous... but I'm excited too. I always wondered what it would feel like. That moment." She said hoping for her mate to be like she's heard.

Lucian smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

Inside something twisted.

The idea of her looking at another man with that light in her eyes, touching him, belonging to him, igniting a slow burning ache in his chest.

He kept his tone easy

"And if he's a boring scholar from the eastern hills?"

She laughed "Then I suppose I have to learn to love books."

He forced a grin, but it faltered. He turned away briefly, hiding the shadow of his expression.

Without speaking he swung himself onto Onyx's back, and then reached a hand down toward her.

She blinked "you want to go again?"

"No." He said, the wind brushing the looses strands of his hair across his face. "I want to give you an early gift."

She hesitated then took his hand.

The stallion snorted at her as she approached, still wary, his hooves pawing the dirt.

Athena froze "he doesn't want me up again."

Lucian leaned forward whispering something in onyx's ear. Something low, commanding yet affectionate.

The stallion huffed then stilled.

Lucian turned to her "He'll allow it just this once."

She mounted slowly, trembling slightly and she settled in front of Lucian again, his arm as wrapped around her secure and protective.

They rode through the forests paths once more , this time slower as if he wanted the moment to last.

------

The sky was bustling with shades of rose and gold as they returned. Lucian dismounted first, then helped Athena down. She landed lightly, brushing her dress off, her cheeks flushed and hair windblown. She looked up at him breathless.

"Thank you.... This-this was the best gift I could ask for."

Lucian didn't answer right away.

Instead he stepped closer, voice low.

"Do you remember the question I asked you last night?" She blushed "Would you like to know what it feels like?"

Her heart slipped a beat.

Before she could answer-

"ATHENA!"

The harsh voice of The head maid Ysolde cracked across the yard like a whip. She stormed towards them arms folded watching Athena with suspicion and disdain.

"Good evening. Your Majesty."

Lucian's jaw clenched he didn't reply to her greeting.

Athena curtsied and said " I have to go." She stepped away from Lucian.

He watched her disappear through the stone archway.

------

In the Kings office....

The Alpha king sat behind a vast Blackwood desk, the silver threaded robes pooling around him like smoke.

Lucian entered, his posture stiff. Face unreadable.

"You called for me, father?"

The king didn't look at him, he continued reading the paper he was holding "you were seen in the stables."

Lucian didn't respond

The kings voice was calm, but heavy with meaning

"With a maid. Athena."

Lucian's jaw ticked "she was tending to the horses."

"And you chose to take her on a ride."

Lucian stepped forward "She was being punished unjustly. I offered kindness. Nothing more."

The king looked up now. His blue eyes sharp, glowing faintly with Alpha power. " When will you take a mate, Lucian?"

Lucian stiffened.

"Last night. We hosted every Alphas Daughter but you didn't even look at them."

"None of them interest me."

The king Leaned back, dropping the paper and folding his hands " your the heir. Just pick one. I don't have much time anymore."

"I know." He said firmly turning toward the door.

But before he could reach-

"Stay ways from the maid."

The Kings voice dropped lower.

"That Athena girl. She's an omega. If you need someone to warm your bed, pick one with standard."

Silence.

Dead thick silence.

Lucian's hands clenched.

In his mind he made a declaration even if he finds his mate. He would not stay away from Athena. He wanted her and he would go for her.

She was his.

The day dawned heavy with gray clouds and a promise of storms, but Athena had barely registered the weather. Today was supposed to be special, her eighteenth birthday, the day the Moon goddess would allow her sense her fated mate the one destined to be hers.

Instead, she was handed a list of double chores by madame Ysolde before the sun had even risen.

"Since you've proven yourself so forgetful." Ysolde sneered " let see if hard-work will shake the foolishness inside your head."

Her tasks began immediately.

First, she was ordered to the laundry hall, where of the mountains of the garments, noble cloaks, soiled linens, even royal hunting leathers, awaited her.

The steaming cats of water burned her arms red as she scrubbed and rung out fabrics one by one. Her fingers stung from the soap, her wrist ached.

Next, she was sent to the garden terraces, where she spent hours kneeling on sharp gravel, pruning the thrones of the late queens private gardens. She pricked herself a dozen times, her blood mixing with dirt as she worked in silence.

After that, she was made to clean the bathroom floors, all four of them alone. Her knees were raw by the end, her arms were trembling from scrubbing the polished black marbles. She could barely lift the bucket.

Still, no one offered her water. No one asked if she'd eaten.

The only acknowledgment for her birthday came in passing whispers, a few kitchen girls who noticed her eyes glowing faintly with the promise of a coming mate. But they said nothing. There was no celebration. No hug. No rest.

Just... work.

------

Mid afternoon...

   Later that day, as she carried fresh linens through the west corridor, the sound of heels echoed against the polished floors.

One of the maids whispered." She's here. Lady Celeste, daughter of Alpha Eric of Nothern peaks."

Athena turned a corner, and there she was, Celeste. Regal, tall with long wavy dirty blonde hair braided down her back and eyes like frost.

Dressed in pale blue silk embroidered moonstone threads she looked like she belonged in a fairytale.

Athena offered a pilot bow as she passed.

Celeste stopped. "You-maid."

Athena turned "Yes, my lady?"

Celeste tilted her head, studying her. "You've served here for long?"

"Yes."

Her tone was neutral, but Celeste's next question cut deeper than Athena expected.

"Do you know if Prince Lucian has a favorite flower? Or color? I wish to make a favorable impression."

Athena's heart twisted not in jealousy, but in something sharper. Still she kept her expression calm.

"I wouldn't know, my lady."

Celeste stared at her a moment longer and gave a dismissive smile then walked off, her silk trailing like mist, behind her.

Athena stood for a heartbeat.

Then she carried on. Silent. Focused.

------

By the time the sky turned purple and the palace lit its braziers for nightfall, Athena was tired with exhaustion. Her body ached, her body screamed and her stomach rumbled.

  But just as she was finishing her last errand, one of the maid girls. Melina. Tapped her arm and smiled gently.

"I saved you a slice." She whispered.

She handed Athena a wrapped cloth containing vanilla honey cake baked that morning for a nobles celebration. It was barely the size of her palm, but it glistened with sweet glaze.

Athena's eyes softened. "Thank you." She said quietly.

She didn't eat it then.

Instead, she tucked it away and made her way through the servants hall to the old maids cottage,hidden just behind the west wall.

------

The warmth of the fire greeted her first followed by the scent of lavender and old wood.Mara, the retired maid who had trained Athena since she was a newborn, opened the door before she could knock.

"My sweet girl." She gasped, pulling her in. "Look at you. Stars. You've grown."

Athena laughed tiredly and placed the cloth on the table. " I brought something. Nothing much but..."

"Cake? For us?" Mara gasped

Athena nodded "For my birthday."

The old woman's eyes misted immediately "Of course... today is the day."

They sat beside the hearth, sharing the tiny piece of cake with reverence. Afterward Mara lit a small candle and pulled Athena's hands into hers.

"Let us pray to the Moon goddess." She whispered.

Together they closed their eyes, head bowed.

"Bless my child. Moon Mother, Bless her with a mate of Kindness. A wolf with a noble soul. A protector. A true companion. Let her be loved and cherished... not because she is beautiful, but because her spirit is rare."

A tear slid down Mara's cheek. She reached forward and cupped Athena's face.

"My baby has grown into a woman."

She kissed both her cheeks, then pulled her close into a soft warm hug. Athena held her close, heart full.

And then-

A loud knock ponded on the door.

They startled.

Mara quickly stood, limping slightly as she opened it.

A palace guard stood under the moonlight, torchlight glinting off his armor.

"Athena of the palace kitchens?" He asked

"Yes?"

"You are summoned. By Prince Lucian himself."

Mara paled "What for? What has she done wrong?"

The guard shook his head "We weren't told. Only that the Prince doesn't like to wait."

Athena's heart jumped in her chest.

She stood slowly. Nerves swirling. "I'll go."

Mara gripped her hand tightly " Child... be careful."

Athena offered a soft smile " I'll be fine. I promise."

------

The corridors to the Royal wing were dark, lined with classy lights and velvet drapes. The guards led her to a familiar tall double door carved with a sigil of the royal house. A crescent moon and a wolfs head howling skyward.

They knocked once.

A deep voice called from within. The sound sent shivers down her spine."Enter."

They pushed the door and Athena walked In alone.

The scent hit her.

Dark chocolate with fresh wine.

It was intoxicating. Heavy. Addicting. Her knees nearly buckled from the intensity of it.

And then she saw him.

Prince Lucian.

Standing at the far end of the room, dressed in loose black tunic, his hair unbound, falling past his broad naked shoulders in dark waves. His blue eyes were Locked on her. Intense. He eyed her body hungrily.

She froze.

His chest rose and fell, nostrils flaring as if he could smell her. But not the way she could.

And then a voice deep within Athena blurted out through her lips.

"MATE."

Lucian moved in a flash in front of her. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her flush against himself.

Before she could even gasped he sealed her lips with a deep, long, hungry kiss.

Prince Lucian held Athena close, his hand firm around her waist, the other gently cupping her jaw. His lips met hers in a kiss that deepened with urgency. At first, Athena melted into it, heart pounding, but then she hesitated there was something off.

  She pulled back slightly, breathing heavily and her brows drew together. A strong unmistakable scent wafted off him.

"You've been drinking." She said quietly, her eyes scanning his face. His pupils were slightly dilated, cheeks flushed.

Lucian leaned in again, reaching for her, but Athena stepped back.

"I said your drunk." She repeated firmer this time.

He scoffed, stumbling softly as he tried to follow her retreat. "I'm not." He muttered, but his words were just a bit too blurred, his stance just a bit too unsteady.

Athena's gaze flickered to the side. On the ornate table by the hearth sat a half empty bottle of strong amber liquor. Her heart sank.

"Prince Lucian..." she whispered, disappointment lingering in her chest.

When he tried to get close again, she caught his arm and gently ushered him toward the bed. He resisted at first, insisting he was fine, but eventually relented, swaying.

The moment she let go, he collapsed onto the mattress, one hand reaching lazily for her wrist, but she slipped out of his grasp just in time.

Within seconds, his breathing evened, his features softened, and he fell into a deep, dreamless slumber.

Athena stood over him, sorrow swimming in her eyes. So this was how the Fates chose to reveal her mate to her, drunk, unaware and unable to see her for who she truly was.

She went to the bathroom and got a basin filled with water. She dipped a towel into the basin and quietly began to clean his face, brushing away the sweat and the remnants of the night lost to drink.

Her fingers moved with care, but her heart ached with every motion. And when she finished, she tucked the blanket over him and stepped away.

He hadn't recognized her.

Did he even know she had been there?

------

The old wooden door creaked open as Athena slipped inside, wrapping her cloak tighter around her.

   The fire was still warm from the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. The scent of herbs and soap lingered in the air, a comforting contrast to the princes chamber.

The old maid looked up from her knitting, eyes narrowing with concern.

"Child. What is it? Your as pale as death."

Athena hesitated for only a moment before whispering. "It's him. I saw him tonight. The Prince. He's my mate."

The maid gasped, the yarn slipping from her fingers.

" Hush!" She hissed quickly standing up and checking the doors and windows. " By the spirits girl keep your voice down. The walls have ears, and tongues sharper than blades, if the King were to hear-"

"I know." Athena said softly, eyes brimming with unshed tears. "But I had to tell someone."

The maids voice trembled with urgency " You're a maid. An Omega. You know what this means."

Athena nodded "I know."

The old woman touched her cheeks gently, thumb brushing away the tears. "Did... did he recognize you too?"

"No." Athena's voice cracked " He was drunk."

The silence hung heavy for a moment, and then the maid exhaled, her shoulders sinking. She led Athena to the cot by the fire, pulling the blankets up to her chin.

"You must forget this for now. Sleep child. There will be time for heartbreak tomorrow."

As the old woman tucked her in and returned to her chair, Athena stared into the fire, her thoughts tangled with longing and pain.

Somewhere in the castle, her mate lay dreaming.

And he had no idea she was his.

------

In the morning....

  The late morning sun stabbed through the velvet curtains, slicing golden lines across the room. Prince Lucian groaned, burying his face deeper into the silk pillow. His head throbbed like a drum beaten in war,slow, deep and unrelenting.

He sat up sluggishly, wincing as the world spun for a breath. The scent of alcohol still clung faintly to his skin, mingled with the lavender from his sheets.

"Gods." He murmured, rubbing his temples, his voice was dry and hoarse.

He snapped his fingers. A young maid, who had been silently placing logs by the hearth, jumped to her feet.

"You." he croaked " Lemon water.Now!"

"Yes, your highness." She curtsied quickly and darted out the room quickly.

While he waited, Lucian dragged himself toward the adjourning bathroom chambers. Warm water had already been drawn, thankfully someone remembered their duties. He sank into the water with a hiss, steam curling around his aching muscles.

As she soaked, his meteorites of the previous night flickered into the palace. Half formed. Blurred images. Lips against his. A soft voice the silent wind of fresh flowers. The name. Athena lingered in the back of his mind, and for a moment his brows furrowed.

She'd been here.

He remembered her pulling away from him. His drunken attempt to hold her. He laughed like a maniac.

Shame curled in his gut like smoke.

After the bath, he dried off, dressed in dark navy robes trimmed with silver, and stepped back into his royal chambers. The maid from earlier was there waiting with a glass of lemon water in her trembling hand.

He took it form he without a word. He looked to her and said." Where is Athena? Bring her to me."

The maid hesitated. "Your highness... Athena had gone to the eastern fields to gather wildflowers.... For lady Helena's procession in two days."

Lucian froze.

Helena.

His face darkened with sudden tension. He had completely forgotten she was due to arrive at the palace.

His jaw clenched " When Athena returns," he said carefully, suppressing the frustration rising in his chest. " have her come straight to my chambers. If I'm not here, she is to wait for me, is that clear?"

The maid nodded quickly " Yes your highness."

"Good. Go."

------

The heavy oak doors creaked open as Lucian stepped into his father's study. The scent of old paper,ink and tobacco smoke filled the air. The King sat behind a wide desk littered with scrolls, maps, and documents, a gold seal glinting on his finger as he read through a scroll.

"You look like you drank the whole wine cellar." The King remarked without looking up.

Lucian dropped into the chair opposite him. " I feel like I did."

A short silence passed between them before the King set his scroll aside and steepled his fingers.

"Let's speak of something important then," he said " You still haven't found your mate."

Lucian leaned back, annoyed " Not this again-"

"It's not a suggestion anymore. Your nearing your twenty fifth this year. Your heir to the throne. The court grows restless. You know how this works."

Lucian narrowed his eyes.

" I know exactly how this works. You want to parade me like a prized stallion and handpick someone you can control."

The Kings jaw tightened " Watch your tongue, Lucian."

  Lucian stood up in agitation " You've had someone in mind for a while now, haven't you?"

A pause.

"Yes. Helena."

Lucian laughed bitterly " Of course. Of course."

"She's noble born, graceful, intelligent-"

"She's like a sister to me!" Lucian snapped.

"We were children together, we played together, snuck into the kitchens. I watched her chase butterflies and she watched me scrape my knees climbing apple trees. She's not my Mate!!"

  "You dated her." The king growled "The realms know it."

Lucian's voice rose in defiance. " We were young, and ended it. We didn't feel anything real! And I would not take a chosen mate just to ease the councils nerves."

"You don't have the luxury of waiting for some Fantasy bond." The King barked, standing now. " You're a prince, you marry for duty. Not dreams!"

Lucian's fist clenched " And what if I already have a mate?"

The King froze.

A long silence hung between them.

" is that so?" He asked slowly

Lucian looked away, not answering.

The King stepped around the desk. " If this is another rebellious stunt-"

"It's not." Lucian said, his voice low. " But if it were... it would be better than marrying sometimes I don't love."

He stormed toward the door, anger radiating from every step.

"Lucian-" The King called out but he didn't stop.

He threw the doors opened and and left without looking back

------

Penthouse Rooftop.

Fashion shoot...

   The sun was dipping low casting a molten glow across the skyline. On the edges of a glass and steel penthouse rooftop, the wind teased at long, flowing fabrics and tousled waves of rich brown hair.

The photographers camera clicked in a rapid rhythm, flashes occasionally adding burst of light against the velvet sky.

She moved with practiced ease, one hand on her hip, the other brushing through her hair as she titled her head, eyes lidded. Her mouth curved just slightly, not quite a smile, not quite a smirk something between innocence and sun.

   "Gorgeous! Hold that! Yes-chin up,eyes on me!" The photographer shouted.

Her legs, long and graceful, peeled through the slit of a black satin gown. She exuded both elegance and danger. A woman could walk into the room and own it without saying a word.

   Her body was flawless, sculptured and trained for perfection. She wore confidence like a crown, and no one could look away.

But when the camera dropped and assistants rushed to fix her makeup and hair, she sneered.

"This light makes my skin look like clay." She snapped at the makeup artist. " I said golden, not orange. Are you color blind or are you just stupid."

The woman flinched apologizing quickly. A stylist rushed to fix her dress.

"Don't touch me with those sausage fingers." She said sharply " You'll ruin the line of the fabric. Just-ugh! everyone get out of my way."

The set fell silent under her storm. Assistants and creatives who had once admired her beauty now scrambled, hoping no to be next in line for her fire.

She pulled out her phone and texted someone.

She smirked.

" Almost time for the palace. Let's see if Lucian still plays the hero."

A final breeze swept across the rooftop, lifting her rich brown waves up. The photographer called out again, but she turned back to her lens.

Helena was done for today.

------

The palace. In the evening....

   The corridor to the princes wing was quiet, too quiet. The lamps lining the walls flickered, casting Athena's shadow long against the walls as she walked.

The maid who was sent to get her walked in front and she walked behind.

"The prince said.... You should wait for him in his chambers." The maid whispered. Her eyes nervous.

Athena's heart pounded, leapt out so loud she was sure it could be heard.

He remembers. Or maybe not. Maybe he just wants to asks why I left. Or maybe...

Her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, pacing and screaming mate, mate, mate.

But something weird clawed at her thoughts-a strange weight in her chest. Not fear, not quite. A knowing. Something want right.

Still, she walked.

The moment she reached the door, she hesitated. Her fingers trembled. She took a breath and stepped inside.

She looked around.

The room was empty.

Quiet.

She moved to the chaise near the hearth and sat, scanning the place. Everything was as it had been the night before. Except now a new rose sat onto vase table. Red. Freshly cut.

Her heart thudded loudly.

Then-click.

The door shut behind her.

Locked.

She turned sharply.

Prince Lucian stood there, his eyes dark and intense. His broad frame leaning against the door as if he had been waiting for this moment all day.

"Athena" he said, his voice low and Lust filled.

"Let's have sex. Shall we?"

Before Athena could answer, he crossed the room in three long strides and captured her mouth with a kiss so fierce it stole the breath away from her lungs.

His hand slid to her jaw, the other to her waist, pulling her against him like she belonged there. Like he'd found something he couldn't let go off.

Athena's body froze.

Sparks danced on her skin. She felt aroused.

She felt the pull, the fire, the bond.

Her wolf howled in her mind.

But in her mid an uneasy feeling curled like smoke.

Before she could think further, Lucian pushed her to the bed and hovered over her, he kissed her neck making sure to leave a hickey.

He kissed her lips again, he liked them. They were sweet. He moved to her breast and with his claws he ripped her dress open. He dipped his head licking the valley between her cherry blossoms. Athena moaned.

 He had just taken her right pink nipple into his mouth, sucking onto it like a starved newborn.

When-

An urgent knock pounded on the door.

"LUCIAN!!"