Chapter 5

Leena's POV

I can feel this man's strong presence in front of me. He's not making any movement almost like he's studying me. I feel anger rise up in me. I just wish he would get this over with.

If he's going to kill me, he's sure taking his sweet ass time doing so. I muster all the courage I can to address him. "Your Majesty, if it isn't too bold of me, please show me mercy and make it quick."

Stupid, I'm so stupid. Of course it is out of line to ask him that, let alone even speaking to him. I just can't take the suspense.

The silence continues and grows deafening. My fear grows the longer it does. My thoughts run wild at the thought of what he will do to me.

Will he make it quick and rip my heart straight from my chest like my brother and father before me? Or will he tie me up and take it slow?

My core lights up with a delicious thought of him tying me up to a bed and having his way with my body all night long. I have no idea why I thought this. I've never felt anything like that before either.

I'm confused by my own thoughts at this point. It's probably just because the king is devilishly good looking. It's enough to make any she-wolf think dirty thoughts. Even if they're about to be killed.

Goddess's sake! Stop thinking. Now! This man is front of you deciding if he's going to kill you quickly or slowly and you're thinking about having the nastiest sex of your life.

"That won't be necessary, Leena Mills." My breath hitches as I let out a barely audible gasp. He's decided. He's going to be torturing me to my death.

My heart falls and I start trembling in fear. I guess it's only fitting since that's how I've lived my entire twenty years. It's silly of me to hope otherwise.

Tears roll down my face involuntarily as I try to gather any remaining strength to face what's about to come. I sense a change in his demeanor and hear the faint sound of his beast. "You're coming with me."

His words fill me with dread. He probably has a torture dungeon that he's going to be taking me to. Why is the Lycan king doing this? What exactly did my father do?

I remember his words echo through my head. Treason. Punishable by death, including annihilation of the entire pack. More tears flood from my eyes as I imagine what pain will come to me.

Stop it, Leena. You don't know what he plans to do with you. He could be bringing you back as his personal sex slave for all you know.

Again? Goddess, I'm such a pathetic wolf. I spend my entire life tortured, beaten, spit on, and degraded. The second those that tormented me are dead, I start having fantasies about their killer.

Before I can stutter any response or protect myself, I feel strong arms grabbing hold of me. I wince at the movement and whimper from the pain radiating through my body.

I can't go back with him. I may have went through hell with my pack, but what's waiting for me at the kingdom is bound to be much, much worse. I'm better off dead.

A sudden calm feeling takes over my body that eases my pain slightly, but not enough to be able to speak or move. It's still too weak to defend itself. I feel a purr deep within the wall of muscles that's holding onto me.

As we move away from the basement I hear the flickering of flames. The smell of blood and smoke floods my senses as I realize that I'm the only one left. Whimpers come from me involuntarily and I feel him hold me closer.

There's whispers all around us. His body tensed around me and I hear him grumble out gruffly, "I found my mate."

He found his what? There is no way, it can't be. While I technically have my wolf, she's never made herself known and I've never shifted. Since I've never shifted, I shouldn't even have the ability to bond with a mate.

All those fantasies come running to the front of my mind. Maybe he is taking me back to the castle to shower me in torture. It'll just be a new torture in the form of passionate throes.

I can feel heat rise within me and it brings a slight wetness in between my legs. I've never felt this before, so I've probably just pissed all over myself. And the king. And the ground. This is so embarrassing.

I hear him sniffing like a wild animal. Oh my goddess I did pee! I'm so embarrassed now I could really just die! What is wrong with me?

No worries, I can blame it on the beating I received earlier. It messed with the ability to control my body! That must be it.

He goes to jump over the body of one of my other pack mates and jostles me a little too hard. Pain radiates in extreme measures all over me.

Some sort of pained groan escapes from me and feel him readjust slightly. It only makes it worse and my head starts to swim about.

The movement proves to be too much on my body. It finally takes its toll and my vision starts to fade in and out. I try to fight it.

I've heard stories of people who have memorized their routes so they can make an escape. I don't know how true it is when he said that I was his mate.

For all I know, it could be a rouse meant to keep anyone from asking questions. Nobody would question the king if he brought home a severely beaten girl he claims is his mate.

Before I know it, the blackness takes over me and I lose consciousness with a lingering scent of destruction trailing behind me. Behind my eyelids I make out a faint red and orange color from the flames.

With each passing second they're wiping away any sign of my pack ever existing. "Don't worry, mate. I'll get you home and on the mend."

Or at least that's what it sounds like in my unconscious state. For all I know, he could have whispered some secret diabolical plan to end me, not mend me.

With final attempt to wake up and fight, I'm gone into a deep sleep. My body can no longer function and it relaxes once I do. The last thing I remember is the hard muscles of his arms pulling me closer to make it easier for him to carry me.