"That boy called me mama." The mad she-wolf screamed like a banshee, pulling my silver strands angrily.
"Get off me! What have I done to you? I don't know you!" I looked around the room, silently pleading to anyone to help me.
Raucous laughter filled my ears in response.
This female is a pack member that lost her only son years ago and lost her mind as a result.
She was locked up and put under my father's watch but I never expected that they would let her loose on me.
"That's right. This bitch killed your son and" - his voice dropped to a whisper "I heard she ate him alive." My younger stepbrother, Logan, threw his head back, laughing.
She let out an ear-splitting screech,"I will tear you up alive and search your insides for my son till I find every piece of him, you evil witch!"
She clawed and tore at my skin wailing that I must give her back her son.
If she was determined to add more scars to my extensive collection, now she was hellbent on sending me to an early grave.
She picked me up and flung me like a ragged doll across the room and I banged my head into the glass case Father kept his prized hunting knife.
A sharp sting of pain shot through my skull and I felt something warm trickling down my face.
Blood. The metallic stench of blood filled my nostrils.
She was bent on killing me.
My wolf, Seneca, struggled to come out to defend me but I was too weak.
"Help me. Help me, please. Logan, Seth, please. I promise. I promise not to do that again. I promise not to even drink water without your permission. Please, I'm begging. She's going to kill me." Tears mixed with blood and sweat as I begged desperately.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It was my fault, please. Please stop her." My eyes were clouded over with pain and I sobbed like a baby on my knees, too tired to move.
Logan sighed, "Seth?" He motioned his head in the direction of the mad she-wolf whose fangs were already deep in my back.
Seth got up and pulled her off of me, holding her firmly. She flailed around in the air, her claws unsuccessfully seeking my face this time but her strength was no match for his. Seth was the strongest omega in our pack. He was built like a mountain.
"Now, now, Freya. You're making us look bad." He bent down till he was eye level with me.
"Oh common, cheer up. I hate to see you cry. You know that this is just a silly game we play. The thing however is that you -" he tilted my chin sharply, his malicious smile suddenly disappeared,
"- you're ruining it for us. You're spoiling the fun, Freya, and you know how much I hate that." He dropped my chin with so much force that I hit the floor on my bleeding side.
"I'm quite disappointed, though. Where are your powers?" He made air quotes at the "powers" part.
He gasped, "No! Don't tell me that you feel like we're too small to handle it? You really think that lowly of us?"
I knew what was coming so I started to beg earnestly, "No, no, no. I swear that's not the case. Please Logan. Please. Seth, tell him. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please." I had run out of tears and my whole body jerked as I heaved dry sobs.
He stood up in his full height and ordered, "Get up."
I scrambled to get up but he swiped his feet beneath mine and I fell forward, blood spouting out of my mouth.
"I said, GET UP and stand up straight."
I struggled to move but the pain was unbearable.
Fresh tears welled up in my eyes and I wished for the millionth time today that my father killed me together with my mother as a child.
I was a crumpled mess on the floor and black spots had started appearing in my vision. I had lost too much blood and I felt enough pain to bring an entire nation to its knees yet…
Yet, I couldn't fucking die. No matter what they did or how much I prayed, I just won't die.
I couldn't even kill myself because even for that I would need permission - trust me I tried but I got beaten mercilessly instead of killed.
So you see, my life is really not mine. I simply exist. Barely.
"What are you bloody rascals doing?" Heavy footsteps announced the presence of Beta Derek, who was my father, unfortunately.
His deep voice bounced through the walls of the wooden shed which also mostly served as a makeshift torture chamber for me.
Logan smiled up at his father.
Our father.
Beta Derek, the second-in-command to Alpha Pytor, our pack leader, towered above most werewolves at an impressive height of seven feet and two inches.
"We were just having a little fun. Nothing wrong with that."
He walked up slowly to Logan like he would approach a cornered enemy and stood directly in front him, staring icily into his eyes.
A second passed. Then forty.
Logan broke his gaze first and he turned to Seth who was still holding the mad she-wolf. She was hanging limply from his hands and foaming at the mouth.
"Drop her." His voice wavered slightly, and he looked sick, like he was going to puke.
Father had that effect on people. Every dreaded encounter leaves you visibly shaken. He was a predator through and through.
She landed with a thud and Logan turned back to Father, his face staring down intently at his feet. Whatever he was looking at must have been very interesting.
"Twenty seconds. That's all you have to clean up this -" he looked at me, " - mess."
Logan began to object, "Father, I'm sure she can do that herself. After all, she is nothing but a - -"
"Twenty seconds. NOW." He thundered. Even I that was badly wounded in several places flinched at his voice.
The mad werewolf must have heard the noise too because she started to stir awake. In one swift move, Father snapped her neck.
"Preserve her. When the demons arrive, she'll fetch a good price. Hurry up lads, the match begins in one hour and everywhere must be set."
He started to leave but stopped at the exit. "Tell your mother to dress her up well enough. I need her to fetch me money tonight."
"And I swear by The Moon Mother, if she's not able to fetch me money tonight, consider yourselves dead. All of you. Tell that to your mother." He left the room and slammed the door behind him.
The silence in the room was deafening.
Seth looked around the room. There was blood on the walls, the floor, Father's hunting gear, Logan's shoes, Seth's clothes. Everywhere.
My blood.
It looked like a drunk werewolf went on a killing spree.
Logan nodded gravely at the impassive look on Seth's face, "That's right, Seth, but you heard the old man. Let's get to work."
Do you know what my offence was?
I didn't taste the porridge I cooked before I served it to them.
Why did I do that? Because I was forced to starve for saying no to Alpha Pytor's sexual demands.
Seth kicked my prone, bleeding form on the floor. I groaned weakly, "Wakey wakey sunshine. Rise and shine, bitch."
I blacked out.
"Kill him." "Cut him up." "Yes! Tear him apart." "Get up from the fucking floor, Jonah." "Oh, he's so dead." "He won't be able to walk properly after this." "Does he have any tooth left?" "Off with his head!" "Get him, Marcus!" "Stop hitting like a fucking baby, you pussy." "Break all his bones. Whoo!"A million agitated voices echoed through the wide wrestling arena witnessing the biggest pack fight of the year.Several hundred werewolves from the kingdom of Adivaine and all other neighboring kingdoms gathered here every year on the night the moon shines brightest in honor of The Wolf Spirit.We come together to watch the most savage and ruthlessly vicious werewolves wrestle to the death for fame.Demons, vampires and witches alike were also in attendance but for more sinister reasons.Everyone except the Lycan King attended these events. He never showed his face in public.I once eavesdropped on two women gossiping in hushed tones at the fruit market,"The last time the Lycan King,
"Come out bitch. The Lycan beta doesn't like to be kept waiting." A guard dragged me from the servant's quarters through the rough castle grounds and threw me over his shoulder when I refused to move."No.' I whimpered. I was in rags that were so torn in several places that it barely hid any skin.Every single part of my body was covered with bruises and scratches and blisters. Most of them were still fresh.Living in Father's house was paradise compared to this hell. I would do anything to go back even if it meant cutting off my arm."No! Pick me." Greta, the tall, quiet redhead from the Night blood pack and the oldest of us all jumped up and declared. Everyone stared at her, shocked.There were twenty-two of us and I was his latest addition to his harem of mistresses.No, not "mistresses", sex slaves.According to the rumors, we were supposed to be twenty-six. Four died.We were his harem of sex slaves. I'm sure most of them were happy that I was the one he was obsessed with at the
"I don't want to die.""Am I going to die?""I can't breathe.""Help me.""Ple--ase." My last breath caught in my throat, and my fingers dug into his wrists as I stared into his eyes. Those eyes were the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me.Black, empty, cold. Unfathomably evil.I jolted awake feeling feverish. My neck felt stiff and my head was pounding terribly. I looked around, disoriented."Where am I?" I sat up and looked around, wiping drool from my mouth with the back of my hand."What sort of nonsense dream was that?" I rubbed my eyes hard, as if to clear away my memory of those haunting evil eyes in my dream.Yawning and stretching like a cat, I looked around again and jumped in horror, "Oh no! Oh no!""How long have I been asleep? Oh shit!"I was still in Beta Darius's sex chamber and I also hadn't cleaned it up."Oh my God, what's the time? Please don't be past midnight yet. This is the only chance I have at freedom." I pleaded to whoever was up there listening
"You barely did anything. How am I supposed to believe you?" "Don't "believe" me. I am you." "No, Warrick. No, you're not. And I'm not you. You just very unfortunately happened to be in my body." "Don't be such a crybaby, Zane. Deny it as much as you want but I'm as much a part of you as you are a part of me." Alpha Zane had nothing to say to that. "Just stay dormant, Warrick. I need rest. If I drop dead now, you die too." "Funny that. We've tried dying a couple of times before. Do you remember how it went?" Again, he had nothing to say to that but this time it was because they were both cursed to be immortal. Nothing on earth could ever kill hi– "What is that?" Alpha Zane bent down and touched the water flowing from the lake. "Why is there blood in the water?" He heard a fierce, deep growl vibrate the entire ground under him. He realized that the growl was coming from him. "Warrick, what are you doing? You are choosing to be sensitive to blood now? Suddenly, his legs mo
My eyes fluttered open and all I could see was darkness. Were my eyes really open? I touched my eyes to be sure that I really opened them. "I'm fully awake but why is it this dark everywhere? I can't even see my nose." "I can see you," A rich, velvety voice seemed to caress my ear in response. I suddenly recognized the voice but I didn't remember where I heard it. I racked my brain to remember what his name was. "Who are you?" He calmly took my hand and my wolf, Seneca, hummed appreciatively in my chest. I clutched his hand instinctively and I knew that I would never want to let go. I could have stayed there forever, just holding his hand. I don't understand this feeling. "The reason why it's dark is because you are still weak and you can't handle any shocking revelations in your present state. You need to fully heal before I explain everything to you." His voice held me in a trance. Not his words, his voice. Why do I feel incredibly enchanted by him? Where do I know him fr
I momentarily snapped out of my puzzled daze when I saw Beta Darius saunter majestically to my beloved mate and bowed deeply to the Lycan King who still carried me gently like a newborn in his arms. When he rose up and saw me, his face turned a concerning shade of blue, then red, and then white as a sheet. Staring blankly with a slack jaw, he stood frozen in place, and his eyes darted around wildly. Poor thing, he managed to look constipated and also look like he was seeing a vision of the Seven Red Hells. "You –you…uh your highness." "I– Is she –?" He was unable to complete his question. The sound of Zane's voice from his chest sounded like a lullaby to my wounded soul, "Darius, she's my mate. My long-awaited mate." He almost choked on his spit, "Uhm, ahem, er, excuse me, your highness. I….uhm have to tend to some urgent personal matters." He bowed deeply one more time, "Welcome back home again, my King," and with a stiffer bow to me, "my lady," He choked out. I watched him w
Alpha Zane's POV The door to my study shut with a quiet click behind me. No one else dared entered here. I crossed the room, my steps slow and deliberate, but hesitant as they itched to go back to my mate's sleeping form lying comfortably on our bed. Sleep was not something I did often, I'm constantly in too much pain for that. I barely slept due to my curse but even at that, I embraced this one aspect of being cursed because I used my nighttime for deeper, and more complex matters that I couldn't do when prying eyes that hovered around during the day came. Long silver locks and ice blue eyes of a certain Luna filled my thoughts again. Warrick gave me a hard time about me not claiming her yet. I was equally impatient but I was also not an idiot. She was not in a state to handle that yet. The memory of Freya, scared and unsure, lips quivering and eyes brimming with tears sent fury crackling through me like a tidal wave. I welcomed its cold burn that seared me from the inside ou
Freya's POVHis tongue ravaged me.Plundering me thoroughly and savagely like a brute, skilled rogue war raider.Heat and moisture pooled at my core and slicked down my legs like liquid fire.Unlike the last time we kissed, this was raw and passionate, rough and sensual, like he was exposing his deepest, inner self to me. This sent me tumbling and spiralling out of the bounds of my sexual limits.I suckled on his tongue and bit it. Hard.He groaned - I relished the sound, I felt an immense heady contentment in knowing that I could make the Lycan King of Adivaine, moan like that - and pushed himself onto me.Through the slim barrier of his clothes, I felt the full, hard length of his cock digging into my belly.My, was he big.My mouth dried at the thought of what he planned to use that cock to do to me.The way he gripped the back of my neck, his addictive taste plus our scents mixing thickly in the dense air, was making me grow dizzy with lust.Our ragged inhales and sighed exhales w