The Demon King And His Forbidden Werewolf Queen

Trigger Warning!

This book contains torture scenes in some parts of the chapters. I will do my best to leave a small note at the beginning of the chapters that contains torture scenes.

This is the second book of Descendants Of Moon Goddess, and for the new readers there are some things you won’t understand in the book's continuation, but I will try to explain the best way I can at the end of the chapter. And I got some mean comments in my last book about how my FL was weak in the first few chapters, please if you can’t handle weak female leads don’t bother reading, we all have gone through a point in our life where we were vulnerable but overcome it so please, no mean comments. Have a splendid reading!

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I stay in the dark room, my body shivering in great fear as I wait for her to come. Cold sweat running down my back, making my light clothes stick to my skin. I know what is coming for me, the pain that is about to come, and I can’t do anything to stop it. I am stuck in between a rock and I have no one to save me. She controls me and I have to do as she says. If not, there will be a great consequence for my action. The night was dark and silent, but I could hear the rats running around. Some even passed my leg and clawed at it, but I did nothing because, in a way, I am like that rat. I am always running from humans, itching to survive, but in my case I am running from a demon, a demon that controls me and I have to do as the demon says. My life and survival depend on that demon, and I have no control over it.

     I heard the familiar sound of heels coming; it echoed down the hallway. Tears stung my eyes as I realize I am yet to be put through another series of pain and I can’t do anything about it. I am weak. I hide behind people to save me, but right now there is nobody here to save me. I have to face this alone. She took her time walking closer to the room. She never rushed because she knows I have nowhere to run. I am her puppet. The door opened slowly and her shining stiletto black heels came inside first, followed by the rest of her body. 

    I gulped as my eyes connected with her black orbs, a nasty smirk dancing on her lips as she inhaled my fear. She loves it when I shake in front of her like a vulnerable child. I am below her and she controls me. Which is quite ironic for a woman of my status. 

“Look at you, shaking and shivering,” she said, her voice taunting and teasing making my fear increase. She walked closer to me while I moved back instinctively, trying to get away from her. I stopped moving back as my back hit the wall. She was just two inches away from me, breathing the same air I was. I shivered as her black and well-polished nails move under my jaw, cutting into my skin. That is how sharp it is. Then she raised my head up, looking deep into my fearful orbs.

“Fight me,” she whispered, her eyes daring me. That is what she always does, playing mind games and giving me the opportunity to fight her, but I can’t I am powerless against her and she knows it.

“You can’t?” she taunts, her nails digging into my skin. I whimpered, closing my eyes.

“How about your wolf? Where is she?” She taunts me, knowing very well that every night I am in the demon kingdom, I take wolfbane just to weaken my wolf and I must take it because she makes sure I do. She chuckled, her nails digging into my face. I bite my lips, holding in the pain. 

“Aren’t you going to cry out, Lillian?” she asked, pushing my already broken ribs. I groan, holding my pain. This is just the beginning of the long night. 

“Answer me!” she yelled, kicking my jaw harshly. I winced, hearing my bones breaking.

“N.no” I answered, tears running down my eyes. 

“I thought so,‘’ she said, using her powers to slam me against the hard wall. My back making a dent in the wall, while my bones break. 

“What are the rules Lillian?” she asked, like she always did.

“Stay away from A. sher” I whispered, closing my eyes because of the stinging pain in my back. 

“Good, stay away from him. He doesn’t deserve a weak wolf like you. He needs someone strong and beautiful beside him, and you are none of that. You are a lowly wolf with no powers to match mine,” she said, and I nodded my head, absorbing her cruel words. But she was right. I am a lowly wolf and I don’t deserve him because I can’t defend myself. I let people do whatever they want with me, and that is why I am here.

“Now, strip. We don’t have all night,” she commanded and like the obedient slave I am, I stood up and removed my clothes, revealing the deep stab wounds, whip marks, claws strike, purple and blue bruises and including the infected wounds. I can’t heal because I don’t have my wolf and once again she is about to decorate my body into what she calls perfection and I have no say about it because I am everything she says I am.