Rewriting Her Destiny With The Lycan Kings

Later that night,

Zara stepped out of the washroom, her skin still warm from the soothing, fragrant bath that had calmed her tension nerves. She wore a satin nightdress that clung softly to her frame, the delicate net overlay cascading down like a veil.

Yet as soon as she crossed the threshold of her room, an unexpected heaviness filled the air, making the once-spacious room feel suddenly suffocating. The warmth from her bath drained in an instant, replaced by a chill of anticipation.

Her eyes widened when she saw them.

Denzel and Devonte, seated on the recliners across the room, their intense, dark gazes fixed solely on her. The quiet restraint in their eyes belied a barely contained hunger, a fierce longing they struggled to control.

She felt her heart hammering in her chest as their stares took in every detail of her form. It was as if her very presence was a spark on the verge of igniting something dangerous.

"Zara," Denzel's voice broke the silence, low and commanding, as he stood, drawing her attention to him. He kept his distance, though the urge to cross the space between them was evident in his stance.

"We didn't mean to startle you."

"Didn't expect to find us here, did you?"

Devonte added, his voice softer, but his eyes intense. She could sense the struggle in his tone, the way his gaze flickered over her as if he were resisting some primal instinct.

Zara swallowed, trying to steady herself. She felt as if their presence filled every corner of the room, as though the very walls themselves were closing in.

"No, I—I didn't,"

She managed to reply, her voice a bit breathless "I thought. maybe you'd be resting."

Denzel's lips lifted in a slight, almost regretful smile.

"We would, but there's something we need to discuss. We leave the pack at dawn,"

He said, his tone gentle but unwavering. "It's time you come with us, Zara."

The reality of it settled over her. She nodded slowly, though her heart beat faster at the prospect. "I understand," she replied, feeling both fear and excitement swirl within her.

Devonte leaned forward slightly, his gaze darkening with a glimmer of mischief. "I hope you're ready, little queen,"

he murmured, voice smooth as silk "Because after tonight, you belong to us entirely. Our world, our laws, our… company."

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, though she fought to maintain her composure.

"I… I'll do my best," she whispered, but her voice quivered slightly under the weight of their intensity.

Denzel moved closer, stopping just within reach of her. The restraint was visible in his eyes, a fire held back by a sliver of will..

"Zara,"

he said softly, his voice now lower, more intimate.

"You look… divine. But you must understand—tonight, we will honor your boundaries. This won't be easy for us, but we promised to protect you."

His gaze softened briefly, an almost gentle look that only intensified the pull between them.

She nodded, both relieved and inexplicably disappointed by his words. Something she didn't expect to feel

"Thank you, king Denzel. king Devonte,"

she said, glancing between the two, uncertain what else to say.

"No Kings, Zara. We are just Denzel and Devonte to you. Don't be formal with us."

Denzel told her in a gentle tone which got a faint smile on her face. Well, that's something unexpected from them.

Devonte grinned, though his eyes remained dark with barely restrained passion. "You're welcome, Zara,"

he replied, his tone low and smooth.

"But don't expect us to be saints every night. There's only so much self-control we Lycans have."

Zara felt the blood rush to her cheeks, caught between their intense presence and her own fluttering heartbeat

"I… I understand," she managed, her voice a murmur.

Denzel's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, then he turned, pulling himself away

"Rest well, Zara. We have a long journey ahead."

Devonte, unable to resist, reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek

"Soon, little queen,"

he whispered, a promise in his tone "You'll be ours. In every way.".

With one final look, they retreated, each restraining the desire that burned in their eyes, leaving Zara breathless and acutely aware that this night was only the beginning of her journey with them.

—

Zara found herself stumbling through a dense, shadowed forest, its twisted trees stretching high into an endless, gray fog. Each breath she took felt heavy, thick with the damp, earthy smell of moss and decay. Darkness clung to her surroundings, pressing in as if alive, hungry. Every rustle and crackle made her heartbeat quicken, but when she looked around, there was nothing but shadows dancing in the mist.

She cried out, her voice swallowed by the suffocating silence "Is anyone there? Please… help!"

Her voice echoed, fading into the vast, empty forest. She felt herself weakening, her body weighed down by exhaustion, each step taking more of her dwindling strength.

Suddenly, a shape began to emerge from the fog—a dark, towering figure with piercing, blood-red eyes that cut through the mist like fire. The figure moved toward her, its silent approach filled with deadly grace, its eyes locked onto hers with a malevolent intensity. Terror froze her in place, her breath caught in her throat as she stared, unable to look away.

The figure's mouth moved, whispering words she couldn't understand, but the tone carried a chilling finalist

"Your time has come,"

He seemed to say, his voice a ghostly echo that didn't quite reach her ears. She struggled to make sense of the words, but it was like listening through a thick, suffocating fog.

Before she could react, the shadow raised a long, gleaming sword, its blade glinting even in the murky darkness. Zara's eyes widened in horror as the figure's arm swung forward, slicing through the air. She tried to scream, to move, but her body refused to obey. The blade arced down toward her, and a sharp, blinding pain tore through her, stealing the breath from her lungs. Everything turned cold as the world around her faded into blackness.

….

"Zara…Zara…ZARA!"

Then, she jolted awake, drenched in sweat, her heart pumping as if it would break free from her chest. She was back in her bed, safe, yet the vision lingered, its shadowy grip refusing to loosen from her mind.

As soon as Zara's mind registered her surroundings, she noticed both Denzel and Devonte at her bedside, their eyes filled with worry and urgency. She could feel the faint tremors in her own hands as the remnants of the nightmare lingered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Their tense expressions softened with relief as she looked up, but they remained on edge, clearly shaken by her distress.

Without thinking, she reached out to hug the one she gets, her hand instinctively finding Denzel. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close in a protective embrace, his strong presence grounding her. His hand gently stroked her back as he murmured soft, reassuring words into her ear.

"You're safe, Zara. We're here. It was just a dream. just a dream."

Devonte moved closer, his hand resting on her shoulder, his thumb tracing gentle circles to soothe her. His gaze was filled with concern, his voice low and comforting.

"Whatever you saw, it's over. We won't let anything harm you, Zara. Not while we're here."

Their warmth and unwavering presence gradually calmed the panic that had gripped her, the horror of the dream starting to fade in the safety of their arms. She closed her eyes, breathing in their steady strength, allowing herself to relax against them.

"Thank you."

She whispered, her voice barely audible. She felt Denzel's grip tighten ever so slightly, his own tension beginning to ease now that she was calming down.

"We've got you," Denzel assured her, his tone as gentle as his hold "We'll stay right here with you until you're ready to rest again."

Devonte nodded, his gaze never leaving her, as though watching over her could somehow keep any nightmares at bay.

"We're not going anywhere, Zara. Just breathe. We'll keep you safe."

And with their arms around her, the darkness that had haunted her began to retreat, replaced by a quiet reassurance that lulled her back to peace.

Their comfort makes her forget the scariest dream she just saw. She couldn't even decode what she just saw. It was pure horror and unforgettable. So terrifying to be real. She really hopes it's just a mere dream that popped out because of her recent events. Saying it's just her mind was playing a trick she eased her mind.

"You too should go back to sleep, it's already late. I'm okay now."

She told her reassuringly seeing they were genuinely worried about her. The worry was understandable. But their over closeness makes her already over pumping heart to do extra work. Their strong up intoxicating cologne with their masculine dark Aura was so much to take in all together. It's making her go dizzy with intimidation.