All Chapters of The Lycan King's Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra’s pov“Follow me.” He ordered again as I swallowed hard and wondered if he could not see that I was busy cleaning up his mate’s mess.It was almost like these people were after me today. Just this morning alone I had been poured cold water by hell knows what time, I had done multiple messages of cleaning and mopping just to be punished to mop everything all over again.I glanced at the floor, realizing I hadn’t even finished yet. “I’m still cleaning, Alpha,” I murmured, hopefully praying that he would understand and leave me be.His eyes flashed with a dangerous light and a low growl rumbled in his chest. “I said follow me.” His voice lowered in a threatening manner. “Or you will regret it.”I swallowed hard and shook my head. “Yes, I…” My mouth became so dry I couldn’t speak. Finally, I gasped out, “Yes Alpha.” He didn’t say anything else as he began walking away from me, his strong steps making the floor pulse beneath me. I hurried after him only to slip on the wet floor and l

Lyra’s povI felt shaky all over, my body heavy like I had been carrying barbells on my limbs and my mind coated with a deep fog. How had I even gotten this far without dropping dead?Derek sat there behind the desk and looked at me the way a predator looks at its prey. It seemed like my words had hit him by surprise.In the corner of my eye, I saw the stable boy, holding a broom, looking on in shocked disbelief as I finally found the words to speak.“Alpha” I managed to whisper through a gasp “please… I can't, I need to rest. Stop sending me messages for now, please. I’ve done all you’ve asked and since morning I’ve worked myself to the bone.”The boy’s mouth dropped open and his eyes goggled at me in stunned disbelief. But Derek didn’t even waste a second glance at him. He merely nodded sharply at the stable boy, “Leave. Now.”The boy didn’t need to be told twice. He ran out of the room, and I heard the door shut and lock quietly behind him. The silence in the room that followed was

Lyra’s povThe forest was silent now, other than a few leaves rustling and crickets chirping miles away. I sat there staring at the lifeless body of the lynx. My heart was still racing from the chase but now everything was quiet, as my hands shook trying to warm myself while rubbing my arms.I looked around, hoping that someone, anyone, would come to help me. But the forest stayed silent and no one came. The realization sunk in full force; I really was all alone.I looked over the cliff I was sitting on and noticed that a drop-down in that place would be deadly and I wouldn’t even survive it.I silently thanked the moon goddess for such a wonderful hero who had saved me from almost dying. With a smile, I got to my feet and stretched my body as I brushed off my dirty old dress with disdain. I had to get back to the packhouse but which way was it? They all looked the same, trees upon hundreds of trees…which didn’t make any sense because they were always supposed to appear different each

Lyra’s pov Helga’s footsteps seemed to ring out as she marched in front, posture straight with her face as stern as ever. I trailed behind, feeling every inch of my body ache from hours on end of hard work. My clothes were reduced to rags and I could feel the filth sticking to my skin, a reminder of the punishment I had to endure nowadays. I could see other people who worked in the packhouse looking handsome and beautiful and they smelled better than I did while I looked like the filth of the pack. I was treated like one so it wasn’t far-fetched to look like it. At the top of the stairs, Helga stopped and indicated with a nod of her head towards the end of the corridor. “You go meet the Alpha,” she said with a stern voice, “And don’t even think of keeping him waiting.” I felt my throat tighten, it was so dry I could hardly swallow. “Yes, Helga,” I answered in a low voice. She gave me a look that said so much before she turned and left for the corridor leading to a balcony. I took

Lyra’s povHer arms were crossed and her smile was one of disgust. “Where do you think you’re going?” she mocked.I stopped, trying to find my voice. “I… I need to go to my room.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I haven’t had a bath in days. Please, just a moment so I can clean myself.”Anna’s smile grew bigger as she tilted her head. “Oh? Really? You want a bath?” She turned back to Helga–who stood behind me looking mean as ever and said sweetly, “Helga, have you been pouring cold water on her every morning as I have told you?”“Yes,” Helga replied, deadpan. “Every morning to wake her up from her sleep.”Anna turned back to me, her eyes bright with malice. “There,” she said, spreading her arms as if it had all been a riddle and she had found the answer. “You have all the washing you need, don’t you?”I could feel the lump lodging itself deeper into my throat as fresh, hot tears welled in my eyes. “Please…” My voice wavered under the pressure. “Please, can I just change? I’ve…I’