A Human Mate For The Lycan King

Freda's POV I was still unable to believe what I was hearing, did I just get sold? I fucking got sold off, I thought I was supposed to be at home enjoying the comfort of my house while I caught up on the series that I had abandoned because of my schedule. Tension filled my body as I watched them open the cage, going deeper into the small cage which looked like a dog cage, the two men noticed my resistance and went to the back of the cage, lifted it up and I tumbled over. I wanted to run from there but I didn't see anywhere to run to. A different man came and pulled me with my hair which made me muffle. He had a leash in his hand and after pulling my hair for some time, he strapped it on me. My body stiffened as I felt the tight hold of the strap on my flesh. I was being strapped like some goddamn animal? “Your owner is waiting for you,” one of them said in his gruff and hoarse voice as he pulls me into a room. Neither of them tried to enter as they pushed me inside the room wit

I gulped down nothing. "Master?" I called out. "Don't make you say it again slave, strip and go down on your knees," I took my hand slowly to the button of my dress as I began to undo them, I took the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground exposing the black bra I had on, the gown fell from my waist and then I kneel. "When I say strip, I mean strip." He said with a hint of warning I looked at him and my eyes widened. Surely, he wasn’t asking me to strip until I was completely naked right? "Do not make me say it again, slave. Take it all off." He yelled but I didn't do that, instead, I looked at him and then picked up my dress from the floor. "I won't do it, I don't remember offending you, I don't remember crossing paths with you, so why do you have to keep me hostage here, and why do you have to hurt me," I yelled and his silver eyes looked at me and the next moment he was pinning me to the nearest wall, he pressed on my throat making me unable to breathe. "One mo

Alfred I have been staring at this paperwork for the longest time and for some reason, my mind has been wandering to Freda, the slave. Every part of me was fighting what I had left. The moral compass that hadn't stopped turning. All I could think of was how unlucky I was, to be gifted a human. Anytime I held her with all of my strength, I thought of how fragile she was. How easily I could break her. I could. Right? I am the Alpha and I could but every time I snapped, something else took over. Like some divine shield protecting me from my actions. Protecting her from me. The past clouded my thought, I tried to think of the problem. What have I done in the past that might have prompted this hatred from fate? From the moon? I thought of her skin and her faded smile that seemed to linger no matter how sad she could be. The rush of her blood, each time she bled. All of those little moments filled me as one of the guards walked in with that natural sharpness that he was trained with.

AlfredWhen I left the mansion, the image of her lingered in my mind for the longest time. Throughout the drive around the neighborhood, I thought of her slender skin on mine underneath the dress she was wearing. There was peace in staying in a dreamlike state, thinking about her all day but there was respect and fear when I cautioned her and made her tremble. I loved how fragile she was because it stroked the flames of my big ego. Then, I hated that she was fragile because of her being human. The thought of it made my skin crawl and her guts drove me crazy. I have watched Freda closely even before I took her under my wing. I knew her life before now, before me. I hated that humans were so oblivious to a lot of things and when they finally come across what they do not understand, they begin to fear the most. Fear steered a lot of things, violence, and misconception were other things. They discriminate on the inside and it made me sick. Those were the reasons why I would rather work

FredaI knew I was in for a long night when I saw Alfred's eyes. It was dark and cold, fed from any pleasantries. I knew that I would be muddled up but I didn't think that it would be by him. I knew for a fact that I wandered far from the mansion where I was held captive. There was nothing more agonizing than knowing that you were going back to the same place where you were held captive. That sank you in your own fear, where torture was the new agenda. I felt like going back into the same house was like signing your own death contract. I looked at him with dread written over him. I had nothing but resignation, it was a lost cause and I knew better than to fight him on this. He was stronger than me on every level. I was still trying to figure out what kind of creature he was. Maybe I didn't want to accept the fact that he was not anywhere near human. That was the choice I was going with. Alfred's eyes went dark as I thought about what to say, that he might let me off the hook. Immedi