The Lycan King's Forbidden Fruit.

[Rosalie’s POV]“Rosalie, sweetie, this is your father,” my mother cooes, urging me from behind her. “Come out and say hello.”In the beginning, life wasn't so bad. I lived a modest life with a loving mother who worked hard to give me the things that I needed. It wasn't bad and we had each other, but even that wasn't enough and eventually led to the start of a dark spiral into despair, lies, deceit, and a struggle for power.I was born to a maid who lived in the countryside. This particular maid fell in love with a handsome warrior who just so happened to have a secret identity that he never revealed to her. And because of that, I didn’t meet my father until I was five years old. All I knew of him were the stories that my mother told, and although I hoped one day he would return and save us, I knew deep down that he wouldn't, and I had in the end convinced myself that he was a liar who tricked my gullible mother.Slowly, I began to move while clutching my mother’s skirt so that I had

[Rosalie’s POV]My first week in the Moon Storm pack was exactly as I expected it to be. I was treated like nothing more than a pet, as Diego promised.When I wasn't leashed to his side, I was in a cage in his room, where I had to bear witness to everything from him fucking to his daily routine—wake up, workout, shower, disappear for a few hours, return, and repeat—and even his nights alone, where he seemed to be haunted by unseen demons when he tried to sleep.It was always the same no matter how many days passed, and I couldn't help but wonder why exactly I was brought here.To this point, he didn't say another word about my being a tool, which made me question if what he said from the start was true or not, but by day seven, instead of leaving after finishing his morning routine, Diego came to get me.Remaining silent, I wait until my collar is put in place before getting up so I won’t be dragged.“You're obedient this morning,” he murmurs in satisfaction. “Are you trying to get on

[Diego’s POV]“This annoying fabric needs to go,” I murmur, hooking a claw in the slip that Chanel wears and tugging it off. “Much better.”Once it is out of the way, I begin to work my way down Chanel’s throat to her breasts, where I stop to bite and lick at her pierced nipples. Groans of gratification escape her as her hands wrap around the back of my head, urging me on.Growling, I grab both in one hand and pin them above her head.“You know the rules,” I warn, sitting up and fixing my gaze with her dark one.“No touching,” she pouts. “I’m aware of that rule, but you’re letting me touch you now,” she continues, tightening her legs around me. “So what is the difference?”“The difference is if you don’t want to fucking listen, you can get the hell out of here, and I’ll find another woman to warm my bed.”“No, no,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “So touchy. Is that woman pissing you off so much?”“Who?” I ask, not wanting to think about the woman who was most likely crumbling in the hol

[Rosalie's POV]Pain. My whole damn world is pain, and when one round of it ends, another begins. Again and again, it goes. I only get a few moments to breathe before it happens again, and when I think I'm truly going to die, my new master decides he wants to kill me.What exactly was it that he wanted from me? He keeps mentioning an ability, but I don't know what this ability even is!‘I do,’ the darkness giggles. ‘Just set me free, and I'll...'‘No!’ I hiss. ‘I can't! He may really kill me before I take back what's mine!’I knew the dangers of letting the darkness take control, and it just wasn't worth the risk, but if this continued, my life would end.“Please,” I rasp, reaching up and grabbing Diego's wrist. “Tell me what it is that you want!”Instead of responding, Diego gives me a look of disbelief before his expression fills with rage.This was it. I was actually going to die right here and now. There was no saving myself unless I actually took a risk.‘Please,’ I whisper inwar

[Rosalie’s POV]I sit alone in a corner, watching as the phantoms slowly slink toward me, their grotesque mouths open so I can see their rotten teeth that want to sink into my skin.“No,” I whisper, tightening my hold on my knees. “Stay away.”Why was I back here in this place? It was so long ago! I was sure that I managed to escape, but here I was in this place again, surrounded by these dark beings that wanted to devour me alive.“Go away!” I hiss as one wraps its clawed hands around my ankle. “Don’t touch me!”Where the creature's hand connects turns cold, and that cold begins to travel up my leg. It’s painful, and I can feel it sinking through my skin, into my muscles, and toward my bones.“NO!” I scream, kicking out and jumping up so that I can take in the area behind them. It’s my old home in the village with my mother, but it isn’t the same at all. It is decrepit, and the ceiling and walls are beginning to crumble. Even the floor beneath my feet is starting to rot.“Why?” I whi