A Breeder for the Lycan king (Resisting the mating bond)

Eleanor's POV

My heart flipped as I stumbled backward, trying to get in what I had just heard, the realization that I was all alone and that this was truly happening dawn on me, my heart thumped against my breast cage as I sank to the ground, tears cascading down my cheek before yelling out, "Father no" I pleaded, my voice broke but I knew that I had to do this.

" You cannot do this to me! I am your heir and I deserve some sort of explanation, you cannot toss me away like I mean nothing to you, you cannot sell me off like I am trash to you," I rebuffed what he had just said, my hands fidgeting,

"My beta will take you to the Lycan king, your place is with him and you are never to come back here" he announced with a icy tone, before walking out with with his back turned to me, tears ran down my cheek when two hands held me up, yelling and kicking,

" Let go of me, my father wouldn't do this to me, I am his heir and I deserve better so please…"

I fought so hard to be let go and when they did, I stood outside, with hands clutching the edge of my gown tightly while biting into my lips until I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth,

My father's beta walked past me, with a stern look on his face, "It's time to leave,” I flipped my head around, stealing one last lingering glance at the house that had been my home since childhood. A small entourage stood by, waiting to bid me farewell.

Today was a day I wished had never come. To be sold as a war bounty by one's pack was a fate no one would ever desire, yet I had been chosen. Why me? I'd asked countless times, but no one had provided an answer, not even my parents, who held the positions of Alpha and Luna in our pack.

With a sigh, I dug my nails into my palms and waved my hand to the small crowd behind me. My eyes met my mother's on the balcony. She stood up there, a hand clasped over her mouth, withdrawing immediately after our eyes had met. A pang of hurt struck me. Why wouldn't she say goodbye?

I stepped into the waiting car, a tear tracing down my cheek as it pulled away. The familiar face of the pack I had grown to love became distant.

“We should be arriving soon. You mustn't disappoint the Lycan king. No tantrums, and you must obey his commands without objection, whatever he tells you to do is what you are going to do” the driver, my father's Beta, instructed

“Why?” I blurted out.

“Why should I submit to a man I don't know, nor do I want? Of everybody, why does it have to be him? The Lycan king?"I have heard tales about how ruthless he was, how he kills werewolves just because he pleases and now, I was being taken to the same man we all detested.

He remained silent, and the silence lingered. Then, with an icy tone, he spoke again.

“You'll understand when we arrive.”

My heart quickened as he drove into a magnificent palace which was painted gray and hidden by the thick woods which were beside it. Guards stood outside fully armed, and a shiver ran down my spine. I was forced to face reality.

The door slammed shut, and I glanced at my father's Beta, who exited the car with a stern expression.

“Come with me,” he directed.

My steps faltered as we made our way inside the vast hall which was devoid of human presence until a pretty lady sashayed in, swaying her waist to the side, her steps were elegant, and her skin glowed when it came in contact with the soft lighting in the room.

“We demand an audience with the Lycan king.”

She stared at me, her eyes a contemptuous glare as if I were beneath her, unfit to stand in her presence.

“You may leave. I will handle this.”

I watched silently as his body curved into a bow before stepping out, “Beta…” I whimpered, placing a hand on his wrist as he made a way out when he glared at me,

“Stay put and don't tarnish the pack's name, remember you have a duty to play”

I stumbled, feeling alone, and lost when she spoke up, her voice cold and domineering, filled with so much hate,

“You must be the breeder, destined to be discarded once you bear my child.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. Breeder? Her child? No one had prepared me for that. I was supposed to be the Queen, not some breeder.

“I am no one's breeder” I answered,

Her hand reached for my face, nails digging into my skin, not paying attention to what I had said initially.

“Fair skin, full lips, wide hips, perfect eyes. You may have his body, but you'll never have his heart. Andre is mine and mine alone”

I yanked her hands off my face,

" I never said I wanted to have anyone, let me go” Her eyes widened in shock and I flinched when she raised a hand, intending to strike me across the face when a voice stopped her,

“Phoebe, what are you doing?”

She scoffed, turning on her heels, “I think she needs to be put in her place, she doesn't seem to buy the idea of being a breeder”

“I am…" I tried explaining when he flicked his head around, gesturing at the maids,

“Take her away and prepare her for his Majesty's bed.”

I was dragged from the room, helpless, unable to process what had just transpired, no one had said anything to me about being a breeder, what was going on here? Why wasn't I able to ask any questions?

Everything felt just like a dream to me, one I wished I could wake up from, but when I was yanked into the bathtub, maids tending to my skin delicately, I knew it wasn't. This was a life I had to live now.

I was forced into a thin linen gown, a shawl covering my face as I was led down a vast hall, my senses tingled and heightened, and unlike her usual self, Kira was absent today. She wasn't here to talk me through all that I was going through.

Led to a bed, I felt the weight of impending doom.

“His Majesty will arrive soon. Obey his every command,” a voice cautioned before departing.

Alone, I let my hands wander on the bed, my heart racing. The moment had arrived. I had to surrender myself to a man I knew nothing about.

The door creaked open. A musky scent filled my senses, and I tensed when a hand brushed my shawl aside, Fists clenched, I shut my eyes tightly, unwilling to face the unknown.

“Look at me!” his command echoed, his voice deep and husky, making ripples in my stomach. My eyes met his, hazel ones radiating warmth. A spark of hope ignited within, and I knew nothing could go wrong with having him by my side,

“Mate!” Kira giggled excitedly, and I felt everything plunge downward at the next word he uttered out of his lips,

“You must be the breeder, destined to bear my child.”

I shook my head, I have heard stories about one's mates and I have also had different ways I wanted my first time to be, “I am not a breeder; I am your mate!”I insisted,

He chuckled, dismissing my protest. “A breeder you are and a breeder you shall be.”

He strutted down, his lips in a curve as he ran a finger underneath my lower lips, his eyes darkened, as his gaze penetrated mine and I was lost in the abyss.

"Tell me you want me" his hands caressed my boobs, same time heat pooled in-between my legs. , I refused to say a word as I muffled my groan. "Say it and I will take you to an height you never knew existed"

I gulped in, before nooding at him.Tears tinting the side of my eyes when he slipped in, so firm and hard making my toes curl. Our hips rocked as I tried to meet his pace and when I felt hot liquid trickling in between my legs, I halted.

“Dress up and leave. The maids at the door will tend to you, you aren't allowed to come in here unless I call for you” he ordered, I fumbled around, picking up the bits of clothing that lay on the cold tiles.

My heart ached, shattered by how cold he had sounded so suddenly. This was my first time and I knew that he knew it, the blood stain on the bedspread must have given it away, but still, he haven't even cared.

As I stumbled away, his words to the maid who had pushed the door open pierced through my very soul just like tiny shards of needles.

“Get me, Phoebe, she should be ready to warm my bed this night”