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Chapter 42: Broken knight
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THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 43: People you know
ELAINE'S POV.As I slowly opened my eyes, I was hit with a sharp pain in my back. I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up fully. For a moment, I felt disoriented, and I couldn't remember where I was. As I looked around the room, everything seemed unfamiliar, and I couldn't recognize any of the details around me. The room was unfamiliar, and I was lying in a bed that wasn't mine.The pain in my back quieted down almost immediately, and I tried to sit up, but I was suddenly hit with another wave of dizziness. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself before trying again. As I sat up, I noticed that I was wearing a man's t-shirt. It was soft and comfortable, and it smelled like him.That smell... I narrowed my eyes, everything starting to come back to me in blurry bits and pieces. The room had a different smell and feel to it than my own, and I couldn't recall how I ended up in this foreign place. The walls were painted a neutral color, and there was very little decoration, save for
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 44: People you don't
ELAINE'S POV."What's wrong?" He asked tentatively. "Is there something else you need?" he asked."No, no, it wasn't that. I just thought I should go back to my room and rest a bit more," I said, trying to sound convincing.But before I could get up from the bed, I winced in pain at the bruises on my back. Savio's eyes widened with concern as he had held my wrist, stopping me from moving."Elaine, are you okay?" he asked, worry etched on his face."I'm fine," I lied, trying to pull my hand away."No, you're not," he insisted, his voice firm as he pulled me closer to him.I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes seemed to search mine, as if he was trying to find an answer to some unspoken question. His furrowed brow and the creases on his forehead seemed to deepen, making his handsome face look older than it should.His concern was palpable, almost like a tangible force that enveloped me. It was as if he was radiating heat, and I could feel it seeping into my bones. I tried to prote
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 45: Fated Mates
Chapter 45:ELAINE'S POV. I repeated the word "mate" in confusion, my mind racing to make sense of what Savio had just said. "Mate? What did you mean, mate?"Savio sighed and closed the small jar of healing salve before placing it back in his bedside drawer. He sat me back down on the bed and gestured for me to continue eating the soup."Elaine, I need you to eat first, and then I'd explain," he said, his voice gentle but firm.I nodded, feeling a bit apprehensive but curious at the same time. I took a few more spoonfuls of the soup, and then I put the bowl aside, waiting for Savio to speak.Savio cleared his throat, his expression serious yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. He took a deep breath before beginning, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance as if gathering his thoughts."Elaine, you've probably noticed by now that there's something different about me... About everyone else in this pack... Or house," he started cautiously. "Something... supernatural."I nodded slow
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 46: Second thoughts
ELAINE'S POV. As Savio took the tray from me, I leaned back against the headboard, feeling more relaxed than I had in a long time. It was strange how his mere presence seemed to calm me down. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this safe and protected.As I watched him take the tray to the door, I noticed how his broad shoulders filled out his shirt and how the muscles in his arms bulged as he lifted the tray. My eyes lingered on him a little too long, and I quickly averted my gaze when he turned around to look at me."Feeling better?" he asked, his voice gentle.I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "Yeah, I am. Thanks to you."He smiled back at me, and for a moment, we just sat there in silence, basking in each other's company. It was nice to not have to worry about anything for once, to just be able to relax and enjoy the moment.I looked down at my hands, noticing how they were still trembling slightly. It was a reminder of the ordeal I had just been through, and i
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 47: Blind loyalty
ELAINE'S POV. I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears, still shaken by the memories of the whipping. "Savio," I said, my voice quivering. "How could you work for someone like Atlas? He's so heartless and cruel, how could you possibly defend him?"Savio's expression grew serious, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out at me. But instead, he just shook his head and sighed. "Elaine, you don't understand. Atlas is my alpha. I have sworn my loyalty to him, and I will always serve him, no matter what."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "But he ordered his men to whip me," I said, my voice rising with each word. "How can you defend someone like that?"Savio's eyes hardened, and I could see the alpha in him come to the surface. "Watch your tongue, Elaine," he warned. "You may be in my room, but you're still in his territory. You never know who might be listening."I felt myself start to shrink back, closing up again. I had almost forgotten where I was and who I was with. Sav
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 48: Breaking point
Nyx'S POV. I lay on the cold, hard ground of my cell, staring blankly at the dimly lit ceiling. My body was bruised and battered from the countless times I was whipped by Atlas's men. My heart ached with regret and sorrow. How had my life come to this? How had I become a prisoner, trapped in this cruel world ruled by an alpha who had no regard for life?As I lay there, I started to rethink my entire life. All the choices I had made, all the people I had hurt. The thought of how I had lied to Elaine, my only friend in this hellhole, made my stomach churn with guilt. How could I have been so selfish? I should have told her the truth from the beginning.Tears streamed down my face as I thought of all the things I could have done differently. I could have fought harder to stay with my pack, I could have stood up to Atlas and his cruel ways. But it was too late now. I was trapped, alone and broken.Tears streamed down my face as I thought of all the things I could have done differently. I
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 49: midnight thoughts
ATLAS'S POV.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to find peace in my thoughts. Sleep eluded me as my mind kept drifting back to her, Nyx. Her image played like a movie in my head, and I could feel her scent everywhere, even in my own room. The memory of the passionate night we shared, the way her body moved under my touch, the way she moaned my name, all of it was etched in my mind like a tattoo.But I couldn't deny the truth anymore. I had developed strong feelings for her, feelings that went beyond just physical attraction. I tried to deny it, tried to convince myself that it was just my body reacting to her, but that was a lie. I cared for her, more than I should have. And yet, I had punished her for my own dirty desires.The guilt was eating me up inside. I had used my power to hurt her, to break her, and now I couldn't even face her. I had been so convinced that she was just a criminal, someone who deserved to be punished. But now, as I lay here, alone in my thoughts, I
THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE Chapter 50: Change of heart
ATLAS'S POV.Spent, I lay there on my bed, staring into the ceiling, my mind clouded and in an ever-raging torment.I couldn't get her out of my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face, her body, her scent. It was driving me insane. I knew I shouldn't want her like this, shouldn't crave her touch, but every bone in my body wanted her, even more than my need to breathe.I paced back and forth in my chambers, trying to shake her from my thoughts. I couldn't focus on anything else, couldn't even enjoy the company of other women. I needed her, but I didn't want to admit it.Frustrated, I decided to pay her a visit. Maybe seeing her face would quell the hunger for her in my chest. But as soon as the idea entered my mind, I was plagued with doubt. What if I couldn't control myself around her? What if she rejected me? What if I hurt her again?I sat down on the edge of my bed, rubbing my temples. I glanced at the clock on my wall. It was late, but that didn't matter. I'd go meet he
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