Kidnapped By The Lycan

As I lay in the cold, dimly lit cell, my back stinging from the recent whipping, I couldn't escape the thoughts that tormented my mind. I was an outcast, treated as less than nothing in the eyes of the pack. The pain I felt went far beyond the physical; it was the crushing weight of isolation that hurt the most.The prison cell had become my second home, a place of solitude and misery where I spent my days and nights in silence. But today, the quiet was shattered by the sound of mocking laughter echoing down the corridor.Footsteps drew closer, and the voices became more distinct. It was Isabella, the pack leader's daughter, and her gang of sycophants. Their cruel laughter filled the air.Isabella's voice dripped with sarcasm as she sneered, "Well, well, look who we have here, the pack's reject. How's your back, Alyssa? That whipping didn't look pleasant."My jaw tightened, and I turned away, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing my pain. I'd learned that showing weaknes

As I sat in my isolated corner, still nursing the sting of Ethan's brutal rejection, a voice from behind jolted me. "Do you want to get out of here, girl?"I turned to see a tall, imposing figure with eyes that seemed to pierce through my very soul. Uncertain, I hesitated for a moment, not knowing who this stranger was.Before I could reply, Ethan, who appeared to recognize the newcomer, began to shower him with flattery. "Lycan King, what an unexpected pleasure! Your presence graces our celebration. We are truly honored."The Lycan King's gaze remained fixed on me, an undertone of amusement in his eyes as he replied, "The honor is yours, Ethan, the Alpha's son. But I find this young one rather intriguing."Ethan's flattery continued, his words veiled in insincerity, as he described my beauty and grace, though it was clear he was merely trying to impress the Lycan King.Seemingly satisfied with the praise, the Lycan King took a step closer, his voice a disconcerting contrast to the jo