CHAPTER 3

“What has happened is in the past,” He said, after listening to my story. “Do you want to keep the child?”

“Yes!” I said, without hesitation. 

“My name is Sevalthin.” He said, turning to the door, “And get rid of those thoughts. There’s no way you can escape me.” It was the last thing he said, before leaving through the door. 

I bit down on my lips. He had seen through me perfectly, and after looking around, there was no way I could escape. The sole of my feet weren’t healed yet, and my bones still ached me. 

It was the down side of being an omega, and someone with a late wolf. You barely had any healing abilities. 

The best thing you could be compared to would be a regular human. Somehow, I didn’t hate it so much. 

Probably because I had gotten so used to it. 

“Hello Miss. Please, this is your lunch.” A woman walked in with a tray of food. Her scent was familiar, and I expected that my wolf had gotten a lot of her scent over the past few days. 

“Thank you. How long have I been unconscious please?” I asked, looking down at the food in front of me, while my stomach grumbled loudly. 

“Two days, Miss. The King expects us to take good care of you. Please get well and recover.” She said in a cheery voice, but all I could give was a small smile. 

In the next few minutes, she left and I began to dig in. 

I was so engrossed in the food that I didn’t even notice the other presence.

Until the thick rush of desire filled me, and a moan escaped my lips as I drew my laps together. 

“What’s happening to me?” I bit down on my lips, and my gaze went up.

There he was, Selvathin, his eyes flashed a dark hue, and I understood. 

“Do you do this to me on purpose?” I asked, and just immediately, his eyes changed to a bright green hue. 

“It’s strange to me too. Every time I look at you, it’s like a raging fire in my chest.” His voice dropped low, and in the next moment, I felt a breeze.

Something moved past me before I could understand what was going on.

The next thing I knew was my back was pressed against the wall and my path of escape was cut short.  

Selvathin’s scent wafted into my nose, and it smelt like the rich scent of blood. My hands were above my head, as he tightened the hold on my wrist.

“Please.” I begged, closing my eyes tightly, while my face was turned away. Fear curled up in the bottom of my stomach, mixed with a sense of desire.

“Look at me.” His deep voice resounded as the feeling of his breath was hot against my skin. But I refused to look up, even though my wolf wanted to follow his every rule. Something still rang behind my head, I was just a slave in this place.

Just when I thought he was about to leave, he pinched my chin, forcing my face up.

The kiss came in full force, and shock filled my entire face. I struggled, wanting to find a way of escape. What was he doing? Had he forgotten that I was a mere omega, and he was the famous lycan king.

My breath was caught in my throat, and the only being that was excited about this was my wolf. Goosebumps appeared on my skins, and there was no way to escape. I thought I would die from suffocation and it was at that moment that he released me.

“When I give orders, you follow them.” Selvathin stared down at me, but I was a breathless mess. My brain was covered with the fog of desire, and I didn’t want him to stop.

“I’m sorry.” The whisper came out when I had finally caught my breath. I swallowed the anxiety in my chest and raised my gaze. His eyes narrowed, and he inched forward, staring at the nape of my neck.

“Please don’t mark me. I don’t think I can handle it.” I said, biting down on my lips, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Where did you get that marik?” His brows deepened into a frown. 

I was confused but I understood that he could only mean the infinity shaped birthmark that I had always worried about.

“It’s been there since birth. My parents didn’t know about it either.” I answered and my hands dropped as he released his grip.

Then he gripped my shoulder, pulling me closer to his body, “You shouldn’t have that. It’s not possible.” His voice had dropped a tone lower, and danger surrounded me. 

Even my wolf knew that something had gone wrong.

“Selvathin. I don’t–”

“Alpha!” He yelled, pushing me away, as he turned his back to me, “You will call me Alpha, and understand that you are still a slave. Whatever happened here changes nothing.”

His voice was filled with pure rage and I knew better than to speak.

“Do you hear me?” He thundered, glaring at me as his green orbs shook. I nodded, “Yes, Alpha.”

He left, and silence returned to my room. I sat on the bed, hugging my knees as my fingers moved to my swollen lips. Was it because of the mark?

I didn’t know why it was there, and my parents couldn’t be bothered to care about me, therefore I couldn’t understand his reason for such a reaction.

“Bastard.” I cursed, “Just like the rest of them. Using me for your own sick pleasure.”

Even in my anger and pain, I tried to recall his reaction. Beneath the anger he displayed–I don’t know if the mate bond had something to do with it, but I could sense it. 

Under all that anger, Selvathin was producing a crippling amount of fear.