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THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 19: Wet dreams
ATLAS'S POV.She climbed on top of me, her nimble legs straddling my hips as she rubbed her soaking wet cunt all over my cock.."Atlas," she moaned, still refusing to call me her damn alpha. "I want to feel every inch if you."That was all I needed to hear. Growling, I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her skin and slammed my cock into her pussy.Stars bursted behind my eyelids. She was so wet. So tight. So sweet. The sweetest I have ever tasted and her shrill scream of delight made me even harder."Fuckkk!" She screamed, her fingers grasped for me, clawing at my chest as she raised and lowered herself on my dick. "Fuck, baby!" She screamed, throwing her head back and moaning for all the house to hear.Fuck, I love how loud she was.She murmured praises to my cock as she bounced up and down, getting herself off and treating it like it was her personal pleasure toy. I reached out and grabbed her ample breasts, squeezing hard on them.I felt pressure build iny lower abdomen an
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 20: To provoke a beast
ATLAS' POVI sit at my desk, fuming with anger as I watch Nyx chatting away with Savio. I know I should be working, but my mind is consumed with the image of her laughing and smiling with him. The very thought of it makes my blood boil.As I'm lost in my thoughts, my rage intensifies when I see Nyx whispering something into Savio's ear. That's the last straw. I need her here with me. Now.Without a second thought, I pick up the phone and order one of my sentinels to fetch her immediately. The sentinel enters the room, his presence snapping me out of my thoughts. He's a tall man with broad shoulders, his face impassive as he stands before me."Yes, sir?" he asks, his voice deep and calm."Bring Nyx to me. Now," I say, my tone cold and commanding.The sentinel nods and turns to leave, but before he can take a step, I stop him."And make sure she comes alone," I add, my eyes flashing with fury.The sentinel nods again before exiting the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I take a d
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 21: The hard way
NYX'S POVMy heart pounds in my chest like a wild animal trying to escape a trap. Fear grips me like an icy hand, and I can't shake the feeling that I have just made a grave mistake.The images of my mother being punished by my father flash before my eyes, and I shudder at the memory. The thought of the alpha inflicting that kind of pain on me is too much to bear.As I stare at the ground, trying to suppress the memories that flood my mind, I can't help but think of the similarities between what I just did and what my mother had done so many years ago.It was during one of my father's rages, when he was tearing through the house like a wild animal, that my mother had dared to stand up to him. I remember her standing tall, her eyes flashing with defiance, as she spoke out against his violent behavior. She had always been the kind of person who refused to back down in the face of injustice, no matter the consequences.But my father had no patience for anyone who dared to challenge his a
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 22: A show of dominance
Nyx's pov:When I woke up, I noticed that my hands were shackled around my wrists to a dresser in Atlas' room.Cold air tickled my nipples and my ass was flaming from the way he whipped me moments ago and I felt my throat close up as I glanced around the room, fear and rage coating my throat. Everywhere I looked, there were reminders of how little control I had over this situation; from the restraints on my wrists to the pictures on the wall of him with other women he had dominated before me. It was then that I realized why Atlas had shackled me, and it was a realization that made my heart sink. He wanted complete control over me and desired to show me who was in power by forcing me into submission through physical domination.Fucking bastard! I'd be damned before I let him make me another notch on his bedpost.I could not contain my anger any longer and I froze when I finally made out the outline of Atlas, sitting in the shadows like a creep. I glared at him, a man whose body see
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 23: Fire and fury
ATLAS'S POV.Thoughts of Nyx talking to, even looking at Savio still flood my mind as I watch her slowly come to her senses.Livid as I was, I can't help but admire her. She's a fighter, but also incredibly resilient. Her beauty is undeniable, with long, dark hair that cascades down her back and striking blue eyes that speak volumes even when she's silent.I observe her movements as she stirs awake, her body entangled in the chain. The dim light dances across her skin as she struggles, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. She looks like a caged animal, desperate to break free. But she is no animal. She is Nyx, the fierce and fiery woman who had once defied me.As her eyes adjust to the dimness, she notices my presence and glares at me with animosity, her words dripping with venom as she demands that I release her. I am amused by her defiance, and I can't help but admire her tenacity. She is a fighter, but so am I.I can see the fear and anger in her eyes as she continued to struggl
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 24: Not like the others
ATLAS'S POV. I sat in my chair, my body still vibrating with anger and frustration. I could feel the heat radiating from my skin as my mind raced with thoughts of revenge. How dare Nyx pleasure herself without my permission? How dare she act so brazenly, as if she owned her own body? The nerve of her was almost too much to bear. Lola approached me, her voice soft and gentle as she tried to comfort me. "Alpha, please calm down. Let me help you," she said, her hand reaching out to touch my arm. I jerked away from her touch, my anger only increasing. "I don't need your help, Lola. Just leave me be," I growled. But Lola was persistent, and she continued to speak in a soothing tone. "Alpha, I can see that you're still tense. Let me help you relax," she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. I glared down at her, not even bothering to hide my annoyance. "What makes you think I want your help?" I spat out. Lola didn't seem to be bothered by my hostility. Instead, she reached up and
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 25: Fool's cure
ATLAS'S POV. As I stood there in my study, still brooding over my uncontrolled desires for Nyx, Savio walked in with a stack of papers in his hand.He stood before me, dressed in his customary black leather attire, his boots polished to a high shine. His shirt was buttoned up to the collar, emphasizing his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms, which were adorned with an array of tattoos that seemed to dance beneath the flickering light of the torches that lined the walls.Around his neck, he wore a thick silver chain, from which dangled a small, intricately carved wolf pendant. The pendant seemed to gleam in the dim light, its silver surface catching the flickering flames and reflecting them back like a thousand tiny stars."Good evening, Alpha. I have some reports here on the status of the pack that I thought you might want to see," he said, his voice chipper and bright.I grunted in response, barely acknowledging his presenc
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 26: A lesson learned
NYX'S POV..As Elaine and I continue to pick out the weeds in the garden, I can feel the warmth of the sun on my back and the dirt beneath my nails. It's hard work, and we've been at it for what feels like hours, but I don't mind. It's nice to have something to do, to keep my mind occupied and off of everything else.Suddenly, Elaine jumps up, a look of panic on her face. "I forgot to do the damn dishes!" she exclaims, before rushing back into the house.I watch her go with fond amusement, a small smile playing on my lips. Elaine is always forgetting something, but she's good-natured and hardworking, and I like spending time with her. It's a nice change of pace from the constant danger and tension of pack life.But even as I continue to pick out the weeds, I can feel the nagging worry at the back of my mind. The thought of leaving the pack, of escaping this life of constant danger and violence, had been pushed to the back of my mind in the peaceful moments like these. But it's always
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