A Slave For The Lycan King

“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

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

~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

~Damien~I stood beside the window up until the early hours of the morning, watching the dark folded clouds as they paved away and let the sun creep out. The only thing that set me at ease was watching them. “Roland...” I called out deeply and shut the windows, the sun was rising and I could feel the rays on my skin. I spun around after shutting the windows strolled over to the bed and sat on it. “Yes, King Damien.” He came in the next minute, standing in front of me.“Get her out of the dungeon.” I heaved a sigh and crossed a leg over the other. He was unsteady in his feet and took his lips in and he lift his head slowly but didn’t meet my gaze. “But you said you won’t let her out, she’s a wolf, my King.” His head was bowed deeply. “...you mustn’t forget what the wolves did, why we never accept to be aligned with them.”“She needs to work, as my slave. There’s nothing to it and I won’t let you lecture me.” I said through gritted teeth. “But, King Damien...”“Enough!” I roared and

~Viola~“Blow me...”He wasn’t any different from Cranon. I never thought he was gonna say that to me and force me just the way Cranon did. I thought finding my mate would be different. I thought I would get to live differently, that was why the tears came out. I was scared that he was gonna inflict pain on me when I was accused of letting the ladies out and called a spy. Roland did beats me, I know he hated me at first glance, and not just him, most of the pack members stared at me with disgust. I had no idea they had a plan to escape from the Harem. They were afraid of Damien and probably has been planning their escape for a long time. “...He’s one of the most dreadful kings ever in this world, do you think you can stay and serve such a man. His eyes are clouded with darkness, not a glint of warmth. You’re still young, run while you can, or else you would face the same end as everyone who served Damien.” Bee had said to me when I told her I was the King’s slave. “He killed h