All Chapters of Fated to the Lycan: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ashlyn's POVI stared at Lucifer in horror. He was using me to punish someone else. He was using me as a punishment for Sia, the douchebag! The brute! How much of a beast could he be? I struggled to break free from his onslaught. I was still sore from my own punishment that took place this morning. Did he not consider that fact? If he hated me so much, did he not consider that I was his so called mate. He did not even reject me, but turned me into something else. Just like before, he was rough with me, giving no room for anything that hindered him from having access to my body. He tortured me with his tongue. With his hands. He set my whole body on fire. A fire only him had skilfully lit and only him could quench. I did not even get the opportunity to see Sia's face, but with the little moans that came out of her, I knew she had been turned on. He chuckled in my ears. This was pleasing to him. Sufferings and torture was what made this heartless bastard whole. Right now, I wished

Ashlyn's POV "Milady?" Roselia said behind me. Sometimes I was baffled on why she liked me. Why her likeness was so intensed and why she called me with respect. I was just her master's mistress and nothing more. I do not even think he has told anyone I was his mate or did a few lycans get a whiff of it the night he claimed me? "Please, Roselia, you do not have to plead with me on the alpha's behalf. I'm a mistress here. I do not even deserve much of your respect." I said to her. "I know that and I do not need you to remind of it. I know you to be the daughter of Khalid Ambrosia and as such, must be treated with respect. Our families are enemies, yes, but I cannot explain my loyalty to you and not just yet." She said and I turned around swiftly. I stared at her puzzled. Why does she owe me any loyalty? "Come now, dear, the alpha will be upset if you do not do as he has said." She said leading me to the storage room and I took in deep breaths as I picked up the bucket, brush, soap

Ashlyn's POV I was done suffering from Lucifer's injustice. For many hours I was there licking the floor and when I was finally done my stomach turned. What I did, did not go down well with it. If I should throw up here, I'd have to lick back my vomit and that I would not be able to do. Vino picked me up from the ground. "Good job." He said in sarcasm. I could not reply him as he dragged me down to the dungeon. It was darker than the rest of the house and in a sorta way creepy. Indeed it was and it was half filled with prisoners. Prisoners from battle I believe. Not even a ray of light could seep through this darkness. Vino threw me into one of the cells and locked it up and went away. Immediately, my mouth gave way and the floor licking that upset my stomach, poured out. I vomited and placed my hand on my head. I tried to accustom my eyes to my surroundings, but it was quite difficult. I could see the bars of each cell, but not the people in it. I could hear their heartb

Lucifer's POV Kill, Stealth, Ripper and Rage were already in the study room when I walked in with Ashlyn. "Aye, why does she look like an horse vomited on her this morning?" Rage asked smirking. "Lucifer engaged her in one of his numerous punishments." Kill said and they erupted into laughter except Ripper. "I wonder how you come up with those punishments Helldog. It's like you have a big book of torture in your head." Stealth said and the trios laughed again and I smirked. Ashlyn did not have a pleasing look on her face but, she kept quiet. "You're hurt." Ripper said to her noticing her wrist. The wrist I had personally cut. Ash shook her head. "I'm fine." She said. "You should see the pack doctor." Ripper suggested. I was beginning to get angry. His tenderness towards her was suffocating me. Since she stepped into the house,he had been exceptionally friendly to her and it irritated my senses making me think he had a thing for her. "It's okay Ripper. It's nothing to worry ab

Ashlyn's POV The next morning was extremely cold that despite shutting the windows, the wind still found a way to seep through due to the rain that fell last night. The cold outside formed a mist frost on the windowpane and I could remember drawing a happy family on it back in Edinburgh and then tiny droplets from the frost would ruin either the face of the children or the parents. I had always drew a happy family back home. I even painted a few, but father called it a waste of time since I was doing it with normal paint unlike Otis. Otis could paint too but he made use of human blood. They always turned out incredible, but the stench were always there. "Mi'lady, it's time to dress." Roselia said walking into my room along with Catriona. Immediately I saw her, I wanted to speak with her but I did not know if it was right to speak to her in the presence of Roselia. Roselia had been here earlier this morning to fix up my hair and while waiting for her, I had gone to stare out the