Prologue

He was so tall with a muscular build and his powerful aura demanded absolute submission. 

"You can't escape tonight," He rasped, leaning back only to let his eyes rake over her from head to toe with a dark glint in his eyes as if he was sizing her up. 

"I said, I don't want it." She said icily with all the mustered-up courage and tried to walk from the other side but he instantly leaned closer forcing her to step back so just their bodies won't touch. 

"It's your duty to please me. Which sort of a queen would you make?" He mocked and she glared at him. Their eyes locked into a heated gaze of dark intensity. 

"No is No, Draco Hendrix. Which sort of a king you'd make who doesn't even know the meaning of yes or no," She retorted coldly, and his eyes narrowed in warning but the way his name rolled out of her lips sent a rush of blood to his groin. 

She was in nothing but just a bathrobe that reached her knees. He may hate her but he wasn't blind.

Now as he gazed at her trembling like a leaf yet trying to act strong and composed. He likes it. Her long honey locks were wet and the tip of her nose was red. He deliberately let his gaze drop to her chest. "My eyes are up here!" She grabbed his chin and directed his gaze up as their eyes collided. 

She was testing her luck too much by grabbing his chin like this. 

"If you insist," He gritted before hauling her up on his shoulder. She shrieked and punched his back. In two long strides, he stood in front of the bed and dropped her on it. She immediately straightened up with her weight resting on her palms. She stared at him scared. 

Draco peered at her, the robe slid off her right shoulder showing off her creamy skin. A dark pink prominent mole on her shoulder got his attention as he crawled over her. She tried to escape but he grabbed her waist and pulled her down under him. 

"No," She tried to push him away but he was just too strong. Grabbing her left hand he slammed it on the bed beside her head and his other hand grabbed her shoulder, his thumb stroking her mole and she flinched. 

"Get off me!" She screeched glaring at him and their eyes locked. He noticed tears donning her green pearls and despite the tears, the fire in her eyes was as vivid as ever. 

"Language, Fiona. Watch your damn tone with me." He warned her coldly, squeezing her wrist to emphasize. 

He leaned so close that the tip of their nose was touching. "If you don't want me to tie you to my bed and have my f*cking way with you, I suggest you keep your feisty mouth shut!" He snarled in low menace and she closed her eyes tightly terrified out of her wits. 

His eyes. The pupils dilated until the amber remained just the rims. The predatory look in his gaze froze her heart. 

Her chin wobbled and she tilted her head away when he leaned down and purposefully dropped a kiss on her neck and licked her soft skin.

Pulling back he watched as she trembled badly under him. 

So f*cking alluring.

*****

Years ago the monsters unveiled themselves to humans. All that surrounded humans was chaos and war. The predators against the prey. Werewolves came like a malicious storm as they decimated humans.

Now, all that was left of humans was a couple of thousands. There were three sole reasons to keep them alive. The first is for entertainment, the second is for slavery and the third is to force humans to breed among themselves in order to create more slaves. Because once humans reach the age of 30, they are killed.

Fiona was an 18-year-old girl. Born as a free human but she was 8 when the war broke out, she lost her family to the hands of the monsters and since then she has become a slave to these predators.

As she turned 18, it was time for her destiny to prevail, just like all the other boys and girls before her.

Either she'd be sold in an auction as a pet to the highest bidder and only complete psychos attend such auctions or she would be sent to the breeding camp which was a living nightmare. 

But never in billions of years, she thought the Lycan King will buy her for his sons who hate humans to their cores.

Little did she know, the King had bought her as the most important test for both the Princes because whoever kills her first would be unsuitable for the throne hence the other prince would take the throne.

But sometimes things never go as planned.