The Lycan King's Captive Slave

He was born and killed my mate… and I was born to take his life. I pierced him with the silver knife that I held as I sat on his lifeless body. His face was hidden from view, but I could see his bloody body. I gave him too many stabs that he wouldn’t be able to breathe again or heal. I did the right thing since he murdered the person who was supposed to be my mate. He put an end to that wolf's existence who should have remained my lifelong companion. He didn't deserve to live! “Agh!” I growled and pulled the dagger out of his chest with the intent to stab it with more vigor and bury it too deeply in his heart…However— "Heather!" I snapped back from my sleep. My neck and brow were covered in sweat as I caught my breath. I blinked three times before settling my eyes to the Alpha leader of the Shadow pack, Hugo Estes. “Did you have the same dream again?” he asked with a worried look on his face. I exhaled deeply and tapped my chest. Of course, that dream all over again. I doubt I wo

He rose to his feet and started removing his scarlet robe. His nude body was once again exposed to me, and it was as if my body had a switch that turned on and it became feverish. My breathing became more rapid and struggled. I feel heat in my body; I was not sure why. I stared at him, but he maintained his poker face. Something in my head said that I disliked what was going on, but my body was unrepentant.‘What is happening to me?’"Ah ...!" I exclaimed in surprise as he put his hand between my legs and began to tease my private parts. I wish I could fight, but instead; I closed my eyes and cherished every caress he made on my body. I hate this. "Please ... N-no."I couldn't recognize my own voice since I had no idea why I had refused —whether it was because I was opposed to what he was doing or because I was not ready for him to stop. I pressed my eyes shut even tighter and bit my lip as he began squeezing my nipples. He was now stroking my hole and nipple with his tongue and finge

His words were lost on me. My mind was incapable of acknowledging anything he asserted. 'Who is he to use the term "mate" when he had destroyed the lives of those true fated mates? Each phrase that he utters is a complete curse!'"How heinous," I couldn't help but spit. Nevertheless, it dawned on me what we were doing. As soon as I regained my sanity, it appeared as though I had been burned on his skin. "Get away from me!"I pushed him quite hard for the first time, and I was successful. I fell into the water, and we exchanged glances. I was the only one tense amongst us while he was utterly calm. The more I see his flaming eyes, the angrier I become over Archer's demise."If you could only see your reflection in a mirror... What a pitiful sight," he murmured mockingly, shaking his head.As he approached nearer, the water surged, and I again experienced panic. My resistance to breaking tightened my body, making me feel as if I were coated in ice."Take a look at those desirable eyes.

As we walked, I lowered my head, counting the steps we had traveled, and remained the carpet in my line of sight. Nevertheless, I raised my head to look at him as he came to a halt.As soon as I raised my eyes, I noticed he was waiting for me, his eyes filled with affection. Despite his kind and comforting eyes, I had no idea what lies underneath them.I examined the area in front of us and spotted a wide door that I believe led to his bedroom. He did not talk, but he unlocked it and guided me inside smoothly.As soon as the door shut, he snatched me up with a kiss, like a ravenous lion. He propped me up against the back of the door and raised one of my legs to his waist. His arm was securely wrapped around my hips, as if he was about to announce that I was his.I did not return his embraces and let him be the only one who stirred. However, no matter how hard I tried to resist opening my lips, I couldn't help groaning as he squeezed my nipple."Ngh...S-Stop!"I groaned louder when his

I could see the astonishment in his eyes as a result of my words. Nonetheless, regardless of how alluring I seemed to be, I struggled to immediately attain my objectives since his countenance quickly became serious and I was now lying on my back as he towered over me. After that, he totally removed his tattered robe. “I don’t beg. I don’t seek forgiveness. I’m the Lycan King,” he stated forcefully, "I kneel before you not because I want to offer you pleasure but because I want to see your troubled face." After declaring that, he claimed my lips and I gasped as my eyes widened because he quickly inserted his manhood without even notifying me. "Ugh ..!" He was penetrating deep within me. It was like my intestines were getting shattered. I assumed it would be simple to go into him, I was incorrect. It appeared more tough than I had to accomplish. But why... ‘When I see his sorrowful face, why do my hearts appear troubled? Why?’ "Do not see yourself as special, Heather. You've been i