"It's a sad world for girls like you y'know."
I watch as the guard peeks his head into my room with a smile on his face. He looks pleased with himself and I don't want to wonder why that is.
"You're supposed to get some food to eat today aren't you?"
My head aches. Like someone's hitting it with a mallet and my body is weak. Seven days without food, only dreams, and I didn't even eat in those dreams.
I open my mouth to speak but my voice comes out raw. What I say does not make any sense.
The guard chuckles and walks into the room, his eyes roam the expanse of my skin and he frowns and wrinkles up his nose. I took a bath the night of the first day, so I got rid of some of the grime on my skin, but I haven't taken another bath since then.
Personal hygiene is the least of my problems.
He leans down and crouches before me. He's the guard from last time, the one with the scar, and as I suspected before, whatever magic they had worked on themselves was what made me find them irresistible.
He's handsome in a rugged way, but he's not my kind of handsome. Even with an empty stomach, I still have standards, and this guy doesn't meet up to those standards.
Almost like he sees the scorn in my eyes, his gaze turns cold and he stands up again. When he speaks, it's in a ridiculous tone that tries to mimic the Lycan king's.
"I can give you food if you want to eat, but I also need something from you. You can save your breath, I don't need you to ask. What I need is your body. I want you to offer yourself to me."
He sounds ridiculous and he knows it. A guard does not make such requests.
I look up at him and I give him the weakest smile I can.
"Why don't you just force yourself on me? I can't do anything to stop you."
His smile is foolish and he nods.
"You can't, but I still want you to beg me. I want to hear you ask me to fuck you, I've never fucked a she-wolf before. I hear your cunts smell like strawberries."
I can see the bulge in his pants already and when his eyes follow mine, he smiles when he sees where they land. A chuckle escapes his lips.
"I can make you feel good, little wolf. Lord Lyros isn't going to fuck you, and no one else will once he's done with you. This might be your only chance to have sex, and I can promise you, it'll be good."
The proud smile on his face doesn't escape my notice. He sees the fake contemplation in my eyes and he believes it's genuine. He continues.
"It's thick, and long, a prime piece of meat. I'm ripped all over so you'll at least have the experience of being fucked by a real man."
He's not lying.
He's sexy in a way, but he's still filthy to me. I thought I was meant to be the one doing most of the convincing, not him.
"I can't offer myself to you on an empty stomach. I'll die before you even cum."
A frown lines his face almost immediately and he shakes his head.
"You're just trying to get the food without agreeing to the deal."
I act appalled and let my bottom lip begin to quiver.
"I want to enjoy it too, okay? Unless you want me to stay under you like a log of wood then I'll agree, but if you want me the same way I want you, then please give me something to eat. I want you to fuck me, I do, but I can't do so on an empty stomach, so please, give me some food."
My voice sounds raw and my eyes are teary. The look on the scarred guard's face is a mixture of pride and self-satisfaction.
He walks to the door, pushes a tray inside with a small dollop of what I'll assume is porridge. He closes the door behind him and then his voice booms from the other end.
"Five minutes. I want you done in five minutes and when I come in again, I want your legs spread out for me, you must be wet by the time I come in. I'll fuck you good so don't doubt it."
I suppress a scoff and do what he doesn't expect. I pick up the food, stand up, and turn the lock on the door.
I can almost hear his shocked gasp from the other end. I laugh loud and clear.
I know he can break the door down, but I'm the Lycan king's property.
"Go fuck yourself if you're so good at it. You can't buy me with a plate of porridge."
The pounding starts not a moment later and I dive into the porridge. It's bland, lacks spice, it tastes like dog food.
I eat it with relish but then the door comes crashing down and it clatters out of my hands. The guard's muted violet eyes stare at me with the promise of violence in them.
I smile and stick my tongue out at him.
Even a slave can have standards too.
"Do your worst. I didn't even enjoy the food you gave me."
I don't know what's making me this reckless but for the time being I decide I like it. My Freedom is still the number one priority in my mind, but seven days without food have taught me something.
There's no way I'll ever be free if I can't stand up and fight for that freedom.
Lyros will not treat me like a slave and give me the impression of freedom, his mind works in a twisted way to some extent.
Breaking four fingers only to slip a ring on the last one.
He wants me to be a weapon, and weapons don't give themselves to sex-deprived guards.
The scarred guard guy is heaving and an ugly smile has lined the side of his face.
"You should have let me fuck you willingly."
I watch as Gorm moves. He hits the door again, and again, blinded by the rage he's feeling and driven by pure lust. You'd think this fool was sex-starved, and he might be but that's none of my business. What is though, is the girl he's probably going to rape once he gets in there. I saw what she did when the mutt from her pack tried to mount her unwillingly. She cracked her skull against his head so hard that she passed out. Maybe that's why I'm going to spare her the additional trauma of being manhandled by a dumb fuck. The door goes down with a crash and my ears twitch. Gorm's breath is coming out heavy and the smell of his anger is potent in inspiring disgust, mostly in me. "You should have let me fuck you willingly." Despite my best efforts, memories rush into my head and flash past my eyes like a slideshow. I feel my chest tighten up and when I move, it's with blind rage. Screams and the sound of choking waft into my ears but they sound far away. I don't know where I am
The male named Cain is........ something.I don't know how to put my finger on it, but I know he's not the mean self-conceited prick he's making me feel he is.To begin with, he's given me food. More food than I can carry, and it's all for me.I hear a sweet chuckle behind me and the most beautiful lady I have ever seen appears in my line of vision. She has brown hair like me, and brown eyes with the most wheaty complexion I have ever seen on anyone. She's beautifully tan and when she smiles at me I feel something like butterflies flutter in my belly.Her smile is so kind."Don't be embarrassed about anything okay? It's nice that you eat so well."I duck to hide the blush on my cheeks and when I turn my eyes back to her and I can see pity in hers."They put you through the whole seven days of starvation stuff didn't they?"I nod and she sighs."Happened to the best of us. I just hope you survive the rest."I nod and grab a drumstick from the platter on my lap. It's huge and succulent,
What is she doing? "I said no. I can't do these things, whatever it is you want me to do for you with my body, I can't." I can hear the prisoner girl's words being choked off by something in her throat. I suspect she wants to start crying again and a frown lines my face. What's the use of being disobedient and then crying? It's not like it's going to change anything. Lyros is already angry. I can feel the air in the air around us getting thicker and I know I should stand back. He could freeze her on the spot. He could make her claw at her face and continue doing so until she gouges her eyes out. He could make her feel pain, true pain, and real anguish. Killing her off would be a favor. Something too close to mercy and the Lycan king of the north is not anything if not merciless. I straighten my back and assume an unaffected pose. I don't care about what he does with his pet. He can kill her for all I care. "Come here, Adelaide." There is pin-drop silence after his words and
I can't sleep. I twist and turn in the bed, the air conditioner is working well and it's more luxury than I've ever had the chance to experience in all my years. In the pack, I slept in my parent's kitchen. My room was converted into a guest room, despite the many guest rooms we had in the house. Jane and Caleb, my now dead brother, used the room as a temporary sex house. I always cleaned it right after and it always broke my heart to see the pink walls and the wide windows. The smell of flowers wafting in from the garden below and the satin curtains, soft beneath my touch. I slept in the kitchen, on the bare floor, cleaning and taking care of my family. Now I have a room to myself, a fully furnished space with a fully functional air conditioner. I have a blanket of my own. Yet I'm finding it hard to sleep. Something in me quivers again and I feel tears about to slip out of my eyes. I blink them back and tell myself not to cry, there's no need to, but yet I feel there is a need.
Leah glares at me. "Did you not understand me when I said not to annoy the Lycan king or did you just choose to ignore me?" I hang my head low and open my mouth to speak. Nothing comes out so I close it back and open it again, but no words are coming out. I don't have anything to say. I don't even fully understand what happened. I turn my head and look at the body of the sleeping man on the bed. Cain's hands are bandaged and his face is not in good shape either. He's asleep now but when I came in here, tears were streaming down the side of his face and he was in obvious pain. I can't get that sight out of my mind no matter how much I want to. Leah is still directing a glare at me and I can tell she's angry. More than angry actually, I can tell she's annoyed. She's waiting for me to speak and tell her what happened, but I can't. What will I say? "At least say something, I don't have all day here y'know." Her words hold a bite to them and I feel the pit in my stomach deepen ev
The sun is shining and casting its soft rays on my back but I barely notice it."There's a limit to how much power a normal Lycan can use, right? Is hypnosis also included in the spectrum of gifts some Lycans have?"Leah groans and turns to face me with frustration in her eyes. I smile back at her, the eagerness to know more dripping off my every action and she just shakes her head before she turns back to the flowers she's caressing.It's well past dawn now. Sunlight is washing over every single inch of land as far as my eyes can see, and oddly, I like what my eyes are seeing.The Lycan King of the north has a grand home. It's wide, huge, and bustling with people. The clack of wooden sticks still drifts into my ears if I focus enough and damn the warriors are hot!They were all shirtless when we passed. They all looked at Leah with respect, and me with disdain, but that did not diminish just how appealing to the eyes they were.Leah and I are in the gardens now, the one Lyros lets he
There should be little that can surprise me now. In truth, nothing should actually but yet this makes me surprised. How is this possible? I look at myself in the mirror again and I shake my head in disbelief. I must be dreaming. The clock shows me the time is well past seven in the morning and I know if I want to catch Lyros then I'll need to act now. The contents of Leah's letter are still stuck in my head. It's playing over and over, like a record on repeat, and normally I would have ignored such a thing and gone about my daily duties, but this time...... I look at myself in the mirror again and I release a sigh. It's now or never. This is my duty, and I'm doing it for none other than myself. Hopefully, I won't die before he's done with me, but if I do at least I'll know I did it while fighting for my freedom. That sounds so wrong. The new guard that has been situated outside my room blinks when he sees me. He looks away, then he blinks once more, and he looks back at me agai
The water is cold when I make her step into it. The bath pools have made no sense to me until now. For the past fifty years, I have lived in a steady and regular motion, my hate the only thing fueling me and my need for revenge the only thing driving me to do anything at all. I have stoked the flames and assembled my life in the chasm of ice my lands seem to love so much, but yet this little wolf, this delicate little wolf, makes me feel I might have overlooked one aspect of those plans. When I asked her to lick my shoes I had expected the refusal. I wanted it even. I would have killed her on the spot and I would have regretted it for a minute or two, after that I would have thrown the thought out of my mind and headed out to pick up the next werewolf princess to lead to her death. Most of them are unwilling brides, and their parents, almost always reluctant to let them go. They know I kill their daughters, and they know they can do nothing about it. I should have killed this lit