The Lycan King's Fugitive Mate

Elena's POV

I try to notice and come to terms with the world around me. The way everything spun around violently, I try to register in my brain what happened.

 Wanting that my world would end now, I am still with them. Still, with the people, I hated the most.

 Still with the monsters after my life, gazing upon me, waiting to fist on my rotten flesh with their large purrs, and satisfy their hungry desires.

 They wanted me. The fear was so pungent, I could feel it running in my body, down to my core, and gyrating my gut with each breath I took.

 They will kill me if I don't do as they ask, and they will make me suffer the more.

  I try to open my shut eyes. I am still in their midst, with the way their inebriating scent filled the entire room, and their highly calibrating domineering aura wrapped around me.

 I was just their pawn. They could use me any time they wished.

 The world around me is silent, and as usual, I am all for myself, only me, that was my only solace. No one to help a worthless Omega like me, I was left to be the object of the atrocities and incredible vileness of these beasts.

 But, I can't live without them, if not I would die. My wolf would go weak, and my bones would wither like a dead plant.

 They are my mates. They can use me how they want. They are Alphas and I am the lowlife, poor, and useless Omega.

 I try to cower away from their gaze, hot and sleazy. The way they obscenely rolled their eyes, scanning the length of my almost bare body. My clothes are torn like rags, and they can visualize the visible parts…

 They are hungry. They want to devour me.

 I try to look into Ethan's eyes, filled with lust and consuming the entirety of me. Any time I tried to look into either of their eyes, I cower away, instantly regretting it.

 They show no sign of pity for me, and just want me, hungrily. Plus, I am a slave, so they can have me the way they want.

   Zayn's eyes are no different, only proving his ferociousness, and thirst for wickedness. He also wants to humiliate me.

 For most of my life, I try to stay away from my mates, denying the facts that they truly are. Mates are supposed to be the better half of one's life, but mine just made me want to die.

 They torture me, humiliate me, and want to use me in the most dangerous ways. Their gazes can tell, and their aura just surrounds me, their large bodies too.

 Wanting to fight away and move from them, I feel defenseless. They have a trap on me.

 If I run, I die. That was the rule. I only belonged to them, their property, their toy.

"So, Elena, I guess you can save yourself now," Ethan jests, as his lips curled and twisted into a diabolic smirk.

"She can run a hundred miles, she will only be for us," Zayn adds, smiling, cruelty evident with that smile.

 Their gestures are full of malice and jeers, and I try to compose myself.

 Make a wrong move, and you will die. 

"P-please, let me go," I manage to speak, only that my voice travels in a shaky whisper. 

 A series of hiccups kills me, and my cheeks are burnt to perfection. Going without food for four days, I feel like dying.

 They should just end my life.

"Aww, is that too tough for the baby?" Zayn taunts, smiling and walking up to me.

 His thick and resounding footfalls send strong fear running up in me, and total angst sliver up my throat.

"I guess it was, look, Zayn, she's red all over," Ethan adds, hissing, as he joined in the humiliation, walking up to me.

 They want to start with me.

 They want to humiliate me.

"P-please," I beg, trying to shift a little, as I feel the closeness between Zayn and me. His scent is so woodsy, pungent, and evocative, like the smell of jasmine and rosemary, almost choking me, and my throat retorted in burning when I inhaled that scent.

 "Don't run," he says, wanting to dominate me.

 I can't stand them, and their stink encircles me. They are far more powerful, more influential, and more dominant than I am or will ever be.

 Even if I ran to the ends of the world, I was still in their grasp.

"Don't go please," he begs, taunting me.

 Ethan halts at a distance, watching the entire scene. Turn by turn, that was the way they would eat me up.

 His eyes are red, emitting bloodcurdling fumes with carnality mixed with execrableness. Those eyes that once glinted with passion and true love, would want to eat me up now.

 I feel my heart thump faster, throbbing hard against my chest and rib cages. Just his presence sent strong shivers in me, jolting my core way out of position, and leaving me in a totally defenseless and unutterably horrible state.

 A state that I couldn't fight against. I was weak, and couldn't defend myself.

"Don't go, baby, the game is not over yet," he whispers to me.

 His face draws closer to mine, trying to lean against mine in the perfect position to swallow my tongue in his, and I try to move backward.

"N-no," I refuse, trying to garner the energy to act, but his too-powerful vibes had me static. I couldn't move.

"Stay still, Elena, else, you might regret trying to run away," he warns.

 That was a strong warning, and I knew the danger attached. They could kill me this instant with their massive wolves, if they wanted, and could just send me to hell right this instant…

 Only that they wanted to haunt me first, till I decided to kill myself.

"S-s-stop it Z-zayn," my plea for freedom results in a shaky and hiccuping sob.

 He hisses, and I shake more, terribly sweaty all over. Their malicious acts and intents end up retarding me, but this is usual for them.

 Making someone miserable was something usual for them. As a mate, I believe I am supposed to be loved and cherished, protected by them, but then, they only take control over me, wicked possessiveness, and make my life a living hell. 

 And they call it mercy. Not killing me, they call it being merciful. They don't know that the pain they're rendering is more than death, and just don't want me to die.

 They want to have me as they please, make me a rag and treat me as such, use me in the most beastly manner, and they call it rendering mercy.

  "Come on baby doll, that's not it," he whispers, getting closer, the gap between our faces is almost totally bridged, and I could feel his hot breath directly sending oxygen into me. "I need you to begin a lovely way. That would be fun, wouldn't it? Beg me to stop, when I fuck you in the way you have never been," he growls, agitating his body to rub against mine.

 My heart skips at the effect, his body is directly against mine. His scent is the most active now, swallowing my little smelly odor, for living in the dumps for days.

 Even if I was emitting an odor, they still wanted to ruin me, and have me now.

 Oh goddess, save me from the cruelty of these bastards.

"You should be begging me to stop drilling that tiny hole of yours," he whispers directly into my face. 

 Having enough of his hell-hot breath, I whip my head to the side. 

 He shouldn't touch me.

 He shouldn't have me now. Not now, not ever.

 I should protect myself, but upon how defenseless I was, I guess that I wasn't going to amount to anything.

 "N-no," I said, trying to stop him. My wolf was weak, since furious.

 But then, not capable of fighting, Lena, my poor wolf, was subject to their humiliation.

 He sways his head to the side so that his lips can run against mine. Wanting to slide away, he grabs my arms.

 I guess it was game over for me this time. I didn't have any form of defense now, he could do whatever he wished. 

 My tiny and ill-fed bones were not a match for his build and strengthen muscles. 

 His muscles rippled as he held me in perfect motion, pinning me down so that I couldn't do anything to fight back. His chest is very broad, consuming my whole frame in its width.

"You belong to me, Elena, don't try to fight," he growls.

 This time, he wasn't going to go easy on me. He wanted me, and I made a big mistake.

 He told me not to make a move, but I just did.

 I was going to pay for it right now.

 It was left for him. My life rested in his hands.

 Either kill me, let me be…

 …Or torture me.