The Last Lycan

Kyra’s POV

“YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” I cringed as I saw who my roommate was.

“Please tell me that you are the cleaning lady,” the occupant of the dorm rudely pleaded.

“And I hope you are the plumber,” I retorted back.

“Woah, lady! This hot piece in front of you might look freaking hot shirtless while doing the plumbing work, but kindly keep your pervy fantasies to yourself,” he arrogantly replied. “Now, excuse me please, but I’ve got some beauty sleep to catch. This pretty face here needs at least 8 hours of sleep to look so fresh,” he added as he shoved me off roughly by the shoulder and slammed the front door in my face.

“The fuck?” I incredulously cursed and immediately caused a ruckus as I banged the door thunderously.

“What the hell, bitch? Do you want to batter down my door?” the highly infuriating piece of speaking shit hollered after opening the door for the second time.

“Fuck off,” I angrily said as I pushed him away while stomping my feet over his and then ran the wheels of my luggage over his feet.

“Bloody hell!” he whined in agonizing pain as he stood numb by the door and locked it shut.

“I just can’t believe it that this huge university could not find me a decent dorm with a decent, female roommate,” I remarked as I took in the clean surroundings around me.

“And I can’t believe that your parents couldn’t produce a decent child,” he scoffed.

“Which one is your room?” I asked while ignoring the highly humiliating insult.

The apartment was undeniably neatly kept, and both the rooms were spectacularly clean too with properly made beds.

Seems like the guy was a germaphobe, or a clean freak, or both.

“Both are MINE. Now get your filthy ass out of here and ask for a room change,” the 6-foot-tall, handsome hunk demanded.

“Guess yours is the left one then,” I shrugged and dragged my luggage with me before slamming the door shut.

A knock resounded immediately after, and I hesitated to open it for a while, but then the boy’s voice came in.

“Miss, please open the door. I need my things,” he said, and I instantly opened the door.

As soon as I let him in, I immediately regretted my decision.

“Oh my fucking God! What the hell are you doing?” I shrieked as I watched him fumble with his pajamas.

“What do you think am I doing?” he asked with an evil smirk.

“Peeing on the bed to mark your territory?” I counter-questioned, unsure. At least, that’s what it looked like to me.

“ …. ”

“ …. ”

“Do you think I am a dog?” he asked, bemused.

“Yeah, and a nasty one,” I answered back. “Now please don’t bite me,” I pleaded. “Shoo doggie shoo,” I dramatically said as I waved the back of my hand to get him out of my room.

“You are so stupid,” he huffed and strode towards the room’s wardrobe to get his things.

“Why the hell were you fumbling with your pajamas if you just had to take your things?” I indignantly demanded.

“Coz I was adjusting the waistband so that I could kneel down to get these,” he angrily answered back while gesturing towards his stuff.

“Oh!” I sheepishly exclaimed, and I bet my cheeks tinted pink like a fool.

“By the way, my name is Xyler. What’s yours?” he asked as he scavenged all his stuff.

“Diaz. Kyra Diaz,” I introduced myself.

“And I am Bond. James Bond,” he dramatically said as he imitated my voice.

“You are so rude,” I remarked as I scrunched my face in annoyance.

“You are not exactly delightful yourself, Ma’am,” he taunted back.

“I can already foresee a miserable year with you,” I sighed.

“How about you ask for a room change then?” he shrugged.

“I did try that, genius,” I scoffed. “The Dean personally told me that all other dorms were filled except for a fucking room here,” I grumbled.

“Go and stay with your parents then, or find yourself an apartment nearby,” he suggested.

“Don’t tell me what to do or what not to do, but since you are so interested to know, then let me tell you that I am here on a scholarship, and I intend to make full use of it including free accommodation by the university,” I said, and by the time I reached the last part of the sentence, I was screaming my lungs out while poking the boy’s chest who stared back at me wide-eyed.

“How old are you, Kyra?” he asked in all seriousness as he raised an eyebrow.

“I am 17 years old, but I am going to turn 18 next month,” I replied. “Why do you ask?” I questioned while crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“The Dean gave you a room with a teacher?” he more stated than asked in shock. “And how come you are in a university at such a young age?” he questioned.

Now it was my turn to stand open-mouthed with a stone shocked expression.

“YOU ARE A WHAT?” I shrieked as realization dawned on me.

“These are faculty quarters,” he answered amused with a smirk.

Ughh. I hate it when he smirks like that.

And on top of it, I am not only going to stay with a male asshole but an asshole who is a teacher too?

Great!

Just fuck my life.

But then the spacious apartment answers so many questions.

Student dorms are not meant to be so homely.

Sigh!

I will just learn to adjust, maybe, which I hardly think is possible with this jerk.

“You didn’t answer my previous question,” he pressed. “What are you doing in a university?” he quizzed again.

“I skipped a few grades in school, and when I was 14 years old, I went to college. After that, I got a scholarship here, and I will be studying a post-grad course in Business Studies for one year,” I explained.

“Awesome. I will control your grades too then,” he pointed out.

He’s got to be kidding me.

Could my life get any more fucked up with this jerk?

Nghh.

“How old are you?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

He looked like a gorgeous teenager himself.

“Don’t you know it is rude to ask your elders their age?” he taunted. “I thought you were smart but turns out you are as dumb as a newborn pup,” he teased.

This guy is making even breathing the same air as him impossible.

I swear I am going to make his life hell just like he did for me.

Jerk face.

“Thank you for the valuable education, Grandpa. I only asked out of goodwill so that I could count down the days to when you get a heart attack and die in your own shit”, I sweetly said.

His face immediately fell at that unexpected comeback, and I was doing a small victory dance in my head on seeing him fume in fury.

“I am 17 years old too,” he revealed, and this time it was my turn to showcase my shock.

I had thought that he had the looks of a teenager but must be in his early 20’s but 17?

That was theoretically impossible!

He is not a professor here then?

“Don’t joke with me!” I scowled, but he only grinned back.

“No, I am speaking the truth. Why would I lie?” he asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

“You became a professor at the age of 17?” I questioned in disbelief.

“No, ma’am. I became a professor when I was 16, and I am also going to turn 18 next month,” he disclosed.

“This is so weird,” I muttered under my breath.

“I heard that,” he fake coughed.

“You were meant to,” I snorted and hurried inside the washroom to just get away from this irritating personality.

As soon as I got inside the washroom, things quickly escalated from bad to worse!

“OH MY GOD!!!”, I screamed in horror, and immediately after, Xyler came running inside the bathroom too.

“What happened? What happened?” he asked petrified as he looked around in the spic and span washroom.

“THIS A SHARED BATHROOM!?” I shrieked again horrified.

“Jeez, woman. You almost gave me a heart attack when you screamed like that. You should surely get an award for overacting,” he ranted.

“How can you be so calm about this arrangement?” I asked in shock.

“When you screamed like that, I was thinking about worse things, but now that you mention it, sharing the whole apartment with you is not a great idea either if you ask me,” the impudent man snapped back.

“You should apologize,” I murmured out of nowhere.

“Oh really? For what?” he asked in an amused voice while crossing his arms.

“For starters, let's start with you ruining my dress with your vanilla ice cream in the ice cream shop and then pouring your cola over my head to turn me into a “Cola Ice Cream,” I answered angrily.

“It was YOUR fault that you tripped over me and ruined MY favorite ice cream”, he stubbornly rebuked.

“For a teacher, you are quite a shitty role model”, I muttered angrily.

“Are you done?” he exasperatedly asked.

“What?” I questioned back in shock.

“I asked ARE YOU FUCKING DONE? Are you done with your ranting and rambling about me? Let’s just respect each other’s space for now and make a bathroom schedule, as well as a kitchen schedule, so that we can carry out our daily activities peacefully and independently from each other. I can see that we are stuck with each other for a full damn year, so it would be better if we act civilly towards one another. It is just a matter of two fucking semesters,” he finally concluded his monologue.

“Ok,” I assented and went back to my room.

“And yes. Don’t touch my groceries or wine bottles, and I won’t touch your stuff. Just stay clear from my room, and I steer away from yours. Do not enter my room without knocking, and for fuck’s sake, keep everything clean in the apartment,” he instructed, and I simply nodded back in agreement.

What he said made sense, and I was frankly too tired to argue with him right now.

So, the best possible thing was to just agree to what he was saying.

I will deal with him later.

Now, I just wanted him out of my room so that I could rest.

I just want to sleep and dream of my home.

I miss my home so much.

My real home. Sweet home.

Sigh!

I don’t know when I peeled off my dress and kicked off my shoes, but soon enough, I was enveloped in the warmth of the duvet, and my mind wandered off to dreamland as soon as my head touched the pillow.

10 years ago ….

Kyra’s POV

“Promise me that you will live, princess. Promise me that you will never come back here,” Mom pleaded as I tearfully took her blood-stained body in my arms. “We hid your birth well, baby. Don’t worry…” she suddenly gasped for air, but it only took her soul away.

“MOMMMM,” I screamed while I cried out loud as I watched my beautiful mom breathe her last breath in my arms.

“Listen…to…the…Queen, baby,” my dying father and Lycan King mumbled through broken sentences. “We love you, princess, but you need to get out of here. Your mother and I will watch over you from heaven,” he gently said.

“Dad! Please don’t leave me alone,” I desperately pleaded as I watched the agonizing silvery poison gnash inside him.

“Shush child,” he softly cooed. “Now listen to me and listen well. You are the last Lycan left now. The Dark Overlord doesn’t know that yet. I want you to continue your Lycan training and open up your own business to survive in the human world. I am sure you will find your mate when you turn 18 years old. Take this vial, and keep it safe with you. Give it to your mate and turn him into one of us,” he paused to take a breath as he struggled to speak any further.

“But Dad,” I tearfully protested.

“Baby, I know we never imagined this would happen, but you are my true Lycan Princess, and I want you to behave like one right now. Keep your powers well-hidden and protect the human world from the Dark Overlord’s evil powers. He will conquer it once he is done defeating all other supernatural powers. Run away, Kyra. Run away. Live for us…” he somehow forced out as many words as he could and trailed off mid-sentence as his soul decided to leave his body at that very moment.

I watched his body go limp in his own pool of royal blood, and staring ahead, I saw the bodies of all pack members lying in a similar state.

“You all can make a pack of your own in heaven now,” I chuckled through the tears as I watched the ghastly scene that lay in front of me.

I will not let you down, Mom and Dad.

I will live for you all.

I promise to avenge your deaths.

I, Kyra Diaz, the Princess of the pureblood Lycans take the pureblood oath that I will not let our lineage die. I will train so hard that I will make the Dark Overlord pay for his crimes with triple the hurt he caused you all!

I swear I will make him pay for the price of your lives! And that is my promise.

* * * * *

10 years ago, in the same Royal Palace on the same day ….

Xyler’s POV

“Run away, son. Run away and never come back. This is NOT a request as your father but an ORDER of your Lycan Beta,” my father commanded desperately as life ebbed out of him, and he struggled to keep himself upright to instruct me further.

“But Dad, I don’t want to leave you all,” I cried as I tried to desperately claw away the Wolfsbane flowing in him.

“No one knows about your birth, Xyler. After your mother’s death, I tried to keep you shielded from everyone, but now you are our only hope to avenge us and continue our linage,” my powerful Dad painfully choked out the words somehow.

“Dad, I will not let you die, and I will definitely not leave you alone,” I said with a shaky voice as my hands trembled while trying to flush out the silvery poison out of him.

“No, Xyler. Forget this place for good, and use these suppressants while living in the human world. Do not breed with anyone till you find your true mate when you turn 18. Promise me you will not do anything rash. Now go away before the Dark Overlord comes back,” he pushed me roughly through the thin veil that he had just created and closed the portal immediately.

“Noooooooooooo,” I screamed with outstretched hands, but it was too late, and I was already in a different world that was known as the Human World.

My Dad. My pack. My home.

I lost them all in one night!

I will not let your sacrifice go in vain, Dad.

I will surely avenge my pack’s gory death.

I, Xyler Canary, Beta of the pureblood Lycans take the pureblood oath that I will not let our lineage die. I will train so hard that I will make the Dark Overlord pay for his crimes with triple the hurt he caused you all!

I looked at the suppressants in my hand and choked a sob when I remembered my dying father.

This was his last wish, so be it.

I forced myself to drink the ghastly suppressants before I blacked out in the middle of nowhere and slumped into a deep, deep dark slumber.

I might be the last Lycan left but I swear I will fulfill your last wish, Dad.

I am coming for you, Zhehong.

I am coming for you.

I swear to make you suffer so much.