Warning

NOREEN 

I gasped in surprise as a wave of pain hit me in the guts. 

Both men turned to me, Elion frowning and still very much angry while worry and surprise filled Damon's face.

"What's wrong?" Damon asked, walking towards me as I keeled over and heaved dryly.

"I said stay away from her!" Elion growled, easily throwing Damon against the wall opposite.

I fell to my knees the instant Damon's back hit the wall and winced in pain.

Goddess!

What the heck was happening to me now?

Elion stared at me, making no move towards me, but when he saw Damon frown and try to walk—stagger towards me,

Elion had him up against the wall, pulling him by the collars of his shirt. 

Elion's fist was raised, ready to hit Damon, who only grinned at him like he was enjoying this.

"No." I cried out, "Please don't."

But no sound made it past my lips. 

Elion punched Damon in the face again. Hard. 

The pain was ten times worse.

I passed out on the floor with nothing but my towel on. 

**

I jolted awake with a start and sprang up, scanning my surroundings. 

Was I dead yet? Was this after life?

Last I remembered, Elion and Damon were in a fight. 

My eyes landed on Elion, who was leaning against the window, his muscles on full display, and threatening to rip the tight shirt he wore. 

A deep stain of blush painted my cheeks as his piercing blue eyes roamed my body. 

"After a few days' rest, she should be fine. She's just malnourished and dehydrated." A new voice said beside me.

I flinched and turned to see a doctor near my bed.

"Are you okay? Do you have an underlying health condition you'd like to share?" The doctor asked, looking genuinely worried.

My heart stilled.

Cold washed over my body as I stared at the doctor with wide eyes filled with terror. 

Does he know? Would he tell Elion? If he does, I'm done for.

The doctor smiled, "Seems you're still in shock, I'll leave you to rest."

I swallowed, unable to find my voice.

I want to talk to him, beg him to keep my secret, but the words wouldn't get past my mouth. 

The doctor bowed at Elion and made to leave.

"Where are you going?" I blurted out before I could stop myself when I saw Elion leaving too. 

He frowned instantly, raising an eyebrow, "I didn't realize I was your babysitter."

I lowered my eyes, "I was just curious. Sorry."

He wriggled his eyes and gestured for the doctor to leave. 

"What?" I asked quietly, surprised, he was still in the room. 

"Do you have something to say? Spill it." He ordered, his eyes narrowed at me. 

My heart dropped, "Spill what?"

"Don't make me repeat myself, "-

I nodded, I just have to imagine the doctor doesn't know about my womb and just be as natural as I can be.

"What's going to happen to me now?" I questioned, "Am I really just going to be one of the women that warm your bed?"

"That's exactly what you are to do." He scoffed like it was the most obvious thing, and I'm just the only one blind to it. "I'll have a maid tend to your needs, we don't want to have you hungry and screaming as I cum all over your face, do we?"

My cheeks burned bright red.

"Didn't think so." He replied and left.

Even though he wasn't in the room again, I could feel him, and it was suffocating. 

There was no doubt this man is insane!!!

Did that mean he wasn't joking about that?

Who the heck bluntly tells others about sex??

I leaned back against the bed as a banging ache assaulted my head, and my stomach grumbled in protest. 

Just as I made to leave the bed in search of a kitchen, the door sprang open, not so unpleasantly followed by a grumpy looking girl.

She looked about the same age as I am or younger, and she looked angry.

A frown settled on my face.

What did I do wrong now?

She dumped the tray of food and glared at me, "This will be the last time I tend to you like a spoilt princess, you have hands and feet, get your food yourself."

I nodded absentmindedly and grabbed the food, gobbling it down. 

The girl huffed, glaring at me from where she stood. 

I wriggled my fingers at her, "What's your deal?" 

"Who are you? The King's special guest?" She questioned.

I narrowed my eyes at the level of distrust and disdain in her eyes. 

"The King's sex slave and breeder." I replied bitterly. 

"Oh, good. I don't have to be nice to you. We're both slaves."

"What's your name?" I asked in between mouthful. 

"The King assigned me to you, but since we are both slaves, I don't have to kiss your ass." She snapped.

For some reason, a sudden pang of sadness hit me in the heart, "So you're his sex slave too?"

Her jaw dropped for a few seconds, no words making it past.

"No," she said finally, "I'm just a normal slave. And pray to whatever god you serve that you survive the Lycan king, especially during his rut season."

"Oh.." My chest lightened. 

What the heck is wrong with me?

"The King has a mistress as you must have heard, and trust me, you don't want to get on her bad side." The slave warned and stormed out