Hated by All, Exposed by System: My Memories Revealed

“AHH… Harder, Alpha…”

Beads of bullet sweat had formed on Lucian’s forehead as he pounced faster and harder. His manhood was inside the Omega slave, whom he called for carnal pleasure. The she-wolf’s loud and sultry moan enveloped his entire expensive office.

He took her into a standing position. The slave was undeniably beautiful, with an hourglass body, and had been giving him alluring signals ever since his father hired her a month ago to clean his office, and now he couldn’t resist the need for a release because it had been a while since the last time he had gotten laid.

Lucian groaned. The Omega slave appeared to have experience when it came to sex, yet she was so tight. In the hopes of a satisfying pleasure, he spread her legs wider and thrust hard, while simultaneously moving his hand to choke her in the neck.

But he just felt nothing more than his needs. He may have been physically connected to the Omega slave, and his physical needs were met, yet he could not feel any emotional attachment.

“Hngmm… I’m c-cumming…” The Omega slave ground her hips to welcome each attack he made, and in one big thrust, he finally came and filled her in.

That was fine, he thought while panting.

He wasn’t that satisfied, but at least he got a release.

He was still panting when someone knocked on the door.

Lucian no longer had to wonder who it was. The familiar scent of the man from the outside was enough for him to know it was his Beta, who also mind linked him his unwanted visit.

Lucian grunted, as he already knew why Tyler had visited him again. He was sent to persuade him to marry the famous daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, Scarlett. She was his ex-fling, and they had a great time during his teenage years, but then any man would be fed up with a spoiled princess like Scarlett, and he, himself, wasn’t an exemption, so they had a clean break. That’s all there is.

However, his parents could not seem to understand that. The former Lycan King and Luna wanted him to consider an arranged marriage with Scarlett to strengthen his power as the current Lycan King of the Lycan Blood Pack, which he found lame.

His pack was already powerful without a Luna.

“Leave,” he commanded the Omega slave. Lucian then removed the used condom and threw it in the trash.

“Y-Yes, Alpha…”

The Omega slave rushed to leave and opened the door. Tyler cleared his throat upon seeing the aftermath of what had just happened inside the office. The huge vases that were displayed near the window had been broken because of their wildness.

Tyler closed the door. “You know why I’m here.”

“Aren’t they getting tired?” It was a growl from him. “I’ve told them that my decision won’t change.” He then zipped up his pants.

“I’ve told you so many times that they won’t back down from this arranged marriage plan,” Tyler talked back and sat on the couch. His voice sounded like he was tired of acting as a messenger for the Lycan King and his parents, yet he couldn’t do anything other than obey their commands. “Your father is seriously threatening me that I’d be replaced as a Beta if I couldn’t persuade you. They said the elders are already reluctant about you leading the pack without a Luna for a long time.”

Lucian grunted at his last statement. Whenever the word “Luna” was mentioned, there was only one powerful female lycan who crossed his mind. Elena, his mate, died four years ago due to a fatal disease. He could still recall the day he sobbed uncontrollably while he held his wife’s dead body. That day was the same day he forgot the feeling of being mated.

Since then, Lucian didn’t know what it felt like to be happy. He focused his attention on strengthening his pack and was successful in doing so. He led the strongest pack in North America, and he was the most feared Alpha.

Lucian Montreal, the Alpha of the Lycan Blood Pack.

Well, his family were the direct descendants of the primordial lycans. They were naturally unique and extremely powerful. Every pack on the continent feared them. Primordial lycans were the most powerful bloodline of lycanthropes in all of existence.

Normal werewolves would never match their powers and enhanced abilities, which he found advantageous because no one tried to compete with them or started a war against them.

He walked to his desk and sat down on his swiveling chair with a grim expression. Staring at Tyler, who seemed to be not leaving his office without a concrete and positive answer from him, he felt a bit irritated.

“I have already made myself clear. I don’t need a Luna to help me in the pack,” Lucian stated firmly. “She-wolves nowadays are nothing more than a headache. I don’t need a wife who will only use me to her own advantage. I’m fine being alone.”

“I don’t question your opinion about women, Lucian.” Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose before he sighed. “But your parents think otherwise. You know that the elders’ idea of fun is to meddle in pack affairs, so if you want to live peacefully, you might as well consider your parents’ request. You had a relationship with that woman before, right? You already know her. In my opinion, you can give it a try and wait until the elders rest peacefully. Until then, you can end your marriage with Scarlett.”

His eyes squinted at Tyler’s remarks. He didn’t like the way he spoke, as if that damn whole thing was too easy.

“I don’t need to end anything because I do not agree to any of their bullshit.”

“Come on, Lucian,” Tyler persuaded him in frustration.

Lucian furrowed his brows. “Where’s my father?”

“In his office. He just had a meeting with our Elders a while ago.”

He then stood up and clicked his neck. “Alright, let me handle it.”

“Wait, what are you up to?” Tyler followed him into the doorway.

“I need to talk to my old man to tie up the loose ends of this matter. He should stop manipulating my life, for I am no longer a child,” Lucian said with finality before he left his office with a clenched jaw.

‘If it’s not Elena, then we’re better off alone…’ The beast in him, whose name was Argus, grunted in his mind.

He had the same sentiment. Other than his late wife, Elena Whitlock, no woman would be worthy of becoming his Luna… No one could ever replace her in his heart.