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A Slave For The Lycan King I came to apologize Damien
~Viola~“…She’s fine.” I replied to Damien's mom and smiled. I couldn’t tell her that Bianca was the reason I ended up in the hospital, and in that state where she found me. The quietness during the drive back home was overpowering.I was lost in contemplation, replaying the recent events, while Damien focused on driving.A grin formed on my face as Neveah, my future mother-in-law, came to mind. I was going to get married to Damien. I have set my mind on it, and Damien just has to believe it, that I would never let him go, not my mate. The affection and generosity she showed filled me with joy and I appreciated having her here with me. I whispered to her that I was going to marry her son, and she laughed. “I hope you win his heart.” She said. Upon returning to Damien's huge mansion, it didn’t look this huge before. Maybe I have come to see it this way because of what happened to me, and got me in the infirmary. I couldn’t ignore the disapproving glances I received from the guard
A Slave For The Lycan King In a dark tunnel
“Fire! Fire! Fire!”I pushed, propelled, and shoved my way out of the door my knees were pressed together, and the upper arm of my black dress was torn and left scratched.“Help!” I cried out. I was locked up in a small room almost like a walked-in closet close to the stable. Hays was packed at the side of the room and burning in flames and wood in the roof had got caught with it and was starting to fall. I was locked in here to be saved from the intruders that had gotten into the pack. Mother left after the door was bolted from the outside. She begged me not to make a sound that it was gonna be over soon and she would come back to get me out. She lied. She never came back.Unaware that the flames would break into the room I had squeezed myself in. I got to the door and my hands hit the door fervently, thick dark smoke was looming around me. I banged the door harder with my fist. Coughing and shouting. “Anybody!”“Mom! Dad!” I called out and coughed, my eyes were clouded with tear
A Slave For The Lycan King Unlucky Princess
“All you have to do is brew a coffee, you idiot!” Frank Gore smacked me over the head with the back of his hand. He was more frightening and intimidating than Cranon. He was tall and huge, more muscular, and had a brown scary eye. He was the leader of the warriors since Cranon took the throne. Red Moon Pack, is the name of the pack that was once mine. The warriors cared for no one except themselves and their petty mates. Cranon had more slaves than pack members, we were all packed up like sardines in here, pushing and shoving among ourselves on who gets to be sold out first. To us, we became business for him his political games. I wasn’t lucky, I was never sold. Cranon kept me by his side, tortured me, sexually harassed me, and make my mouth his fuck holes. Frank grabbed a few strands of my hair and pulled me backward from where I was looking for the coffee beans. Away from my thoughts. He held a lighter in his hand and was able to flicker it so he would light the cigaret
A Slave For The Lycan King A wolf for a mate
DAMIEN POVA knock on the door makes my head snap up with a growl. I told them, I wasn’t to be disturbed. “What!” It better be fucking important. I snarled and made my way to the door and flung it open. Growling at my Beta Lucas as he grinned at me. “I told you...” I gritted my teeth and he suddenly throws his hands in the air, in surrender. He was the only one who could come close to me. Everyone stayed away, and at least five steps back. I feel nothing except emptiness, my heart was cold and probably turned iced right after I lost her, Jolene. My mate. I shut everyone out and went berserk for years, killing every wolf I found in the woods and my pack. Wolves killed her, the purest and sweetest of all, gentle and meek and lovingly, and was killed most brutally with her heart dug out of her chest. My mate did not deserve to die in such a way. My hatred for the wolves worsens. It had been years since she died, ten years ago and I became the strongest Lycan ever to have graced
A Slave For The Lycan King Rejection
DAMIEN POV It’s not possible. Her eyes went to my face for a brief moment and then went down again in fright. I doubt she heard what I said. “It’s her,” Dugan said out in relief. “Shut up!” I barked at him, there was no mate. “Mate is dead.” I half yelled. “This is our second chance mate after waiting for so long.” Dugan wasn’t gonna stop bickering that easy but I wasn’t gonna give him that chance. “Not another word from you Dugan.” Has he forgotten who killed Jolene? He growled lowly at me and withdrew. I did not care. It was the wolves! Who killed my mate? Jolene would forever be my mate and there would not be another! Wolf as a mate! Never! I growled at the girl and she whimpered and didn’t know if she was to hide behind Cranon or run away but she couldn’t because of the chains, she dropped her head to the ground and stared at her fidgety hands. A second chance mate? How ridiculous! I never asked for such and even if I did why would the moon goddess de
A Slave For The Lycan King A benefiting title
~Viola Pov~ “...Accept my rejection mate.” I froze with his finger still on my jaw. My eyes were glistening with tears staring at the stoic face in front of me. He didn’t sound remorseful for what he said. His eyes hardened on me and shifted a bit uncomfortable. He let go of my chin and gave me hateful stares and he kept the distance between us. Lana growled in fright and withdrew from me. She was scared of him. Our mate. “Why?” I croaked a stifling pain flooded through my chest. He stared at me but said nothing. I waited for a reply. But he only stared like I was a fool not to know the oblivious. I knew I lied about who I was, was that enough reason to reject me? I wasn’t Viola Adams but Grahams was my father and he was an Alpha. If I had told him the truth that I was of royal blood would it be any difference probably he might not have believed me. He was my only hope. He was the one I was waiting for all those years, that he would find me or I would find him, and th
A Slave For The Lycan King His precious little gift
~Damien Pov~ “I do not accept your rejection.” I pushed the door of my room in annoyance. No one has ever looked me in the eye and said a No, not even Bianca my fiancé. It was disturbing. Her eyes blared with hate and a tear at the corner of it. Something wasn’t right when I felt that. And it came from a weak wolf. A lowly omega! Glaring at me. I took off the crown and tossed it aside, I ruffled my dark creamy hair. I flopped on the chaise lounge. I was trying to think of a thousand reasons she do not want to accept my rejection. Nobody would want to be mated to a king like me, and I was older than her. Was I not terrifying enough? Isn’t she scared of me? Why? Why does she want to keep the bond? There were so many why? But not an answer, it was an answer I couldn’t get except from her. “She’s not a lowly omega, she’s our mate.” I scoffed at Dugan’s voice. “I do not want a mate...” I drawled. “But you’re getting married to Bianca.” Dugan snorts. “She
A Slave For The Lycan King She belongs to the king
~Viola~ I woke up to the distant drip of water from somewhere deep within the room I was in, and it was dripping on my face. The air in here was thick and heavy with the scent of dampness and decay. I wiped them off and looked around me, I remembered I was thrown in here, but I didn’t know where this place was, now with the gruesome walls that are made of rough-cut stone, and the floors that are damp and slippery, covered in a layer of moss and grime. The only light comes from small, narrow slits in the ceiling, which barely allow any light to filter through.The instruments of torture are cruel and barbaric, including whips, chains, and spiked devices to inflict maximum pain and suffering.I was in his dungeon. The King’s dungeon. I don’t even know his name yet.I curled further into the wall with my back pressed against it. My throat felt sore, my eyes were blurry and I was hungry and cold. I wish he could let me out already. I promised not to go against him or talk back at hi
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