Prisoner Of Lycan King

With the silver knife, I stabbed him. I can't see his face, but I can see his bloodsplattered body. He's not going to be able to withstand the number of stabs I gave him.

I did the right thing.

He assassinated the mate who was supposed to be mine.

He ended the life of the wolf I should have spent the rest of my life with. He has no right to live!

"AHHHHHHHH!"

I yanked the knife from his chest, intending to stab it again with my force and bury it too far in his heart, but...

"Elle!"

I awoke from my slumber. Sweat had gathered on my brow and down my neck. I was also catching my breath, and as I opened my eyes, I saw Hugo, the Alpha leader of the Shadow pack, my pack— his expression is full of concern.

I tapped my chest and took a deep breath.

That dream all over again.

I don't know if I'll be able to sleep well without being haunted by that nightmare.

I still can't see his face since it seems to be blank. I'm not sure what my opponent looks like, but my rage towards him is boiling up. I have the right to be outraged with him.

I dropped my foot to the floor and looked at Hugo with my dagger eyes.

I knew it was against the rules to be high in front of Alpha, but his unannounced presence in my room irritated me.

"Alpha, what are you doing here?" I lowered my sight and moved over to the table to get some water. I gulped it once and returned my focus to Hugo.

"Everything is in order. All we need is for you to depart."

My body went straight because of what he said. I swallowed many times in a row because I couldn't move while standing up; I felt like a stump that couldn't be trodden on, and it felt like someone was pointing a knife at me.

The perspiration on my hand was the reason I released my palms from the clasp. I took a big breath before responding to what he mentioned.

"Don't let someone come after me. Archer is no longer alive, and you have no obligation to me since I shall take measures to avenge him." I spoke it firmly, and there was no hint of any emotion other than rage in my voice.

Alpha Hugo's cousin is Archer Poer.

Archer embraced me and denied the reality that I was merely a beta and not his true mate. Nonetheless, we both feel we can breed with one another.

"In front of my cousin's grave, I made a vow to him that I would take care and protect you—"

"I'm capable of dealing with myself. I am Elle Harris, the General of the Army of Minbury Stronghold!"

I could see the surprise in his eyes.

He had the ability to murder me in these seconds if he ever desired, but I could see he had no intention of doing so.

I'm baffled as to why he feels compelled to remain here next to me regardless of the fact that he no longer has that obligation. This is his opportunity to chase down his Luna in order to have a companion with whom to head the Shadow pack.

I am planning to leave the pack once I get the vengeance I am seeking.

When his canine tooth came out, I was able to restore my composure. I was still standing but didn't even feel terrified at that point. Since Archer's death, the word ‘death’ has become normal to my ears and eyes. I'm prepared for anything that comes my way.

He stormed out of my room without waiting to hear what I had to say next.

I was surprised.

I don't put any pressure on him to give me everything I want or to tolerate what I'm doing right now. He has every right to be angry since I am just one of those who are lower to him and who bow before him when he orders me to do so.

I decided to forget about what had happened and went about my business of preparing.

When I strolled to my bedroom, I had a look at the gown I was planning to wear. The dress and mask for the masquerade hosted by the royal Darkmoon pack cost me some numismatic coins. I even spent part of my own gold and bronze on them.

If I don't spend money, I will miss a good chance of getting into their territory. I grip the "moon mask", which could only be seen through my eyes, and look at the black balloon gown in front of me.

Because our paths were going to cross, I wanted to confine him to the silver cell while I slowly tormented him until he met his death.

When I stepped out, the carriage was already waiting for me.

I have never seen Hugo again, even my eyes search for him.

Some wolves part of my group were waiting for me since, even though I am a beta female, I was in charge of the Shadow pack's military operations. Perhaps the reason I have the bravery to confront my enemy, the Lycan King, who murdered my beloved, is because I am confident in my ability to defeat him in combat.

I boarded inside the carriage and flew away from my home territory.

After reaching the end of the terrain held by the Shadow pack, the carriage came to a complete halt since I said that this was the only location where they should bring me to.

I don't want them to become extinct any longer. They also departed right away and I was worried that someone may come upon them. I rearranged my attire and tried for a means to avoid them seeing that I wasn't a member of their pack.

I am not sure if I could do it without getting discovered. I have a unique ability to conceal my scent, which only Luna and Alpha have or some royals, which allows me to blend in. I don't tell anyone about it because I don't want them to become weary of my presence.

Now, I'm only going to rely on my abilities, but I'm worried that, since it's the Lycan King I'm going to confront, he'll be able to determine who I am.

However…

When I tried to move—

I couldn't…

Because someone was gripping my shoulder and preventing me from taking a step forward.

Who the hell is this? How long has he been here?

“Don't try to move,” a dead voice whispered.

"I can smell you, woman," the voice from behind me is chilly and deep. It seems like it could scratch your body down to your soul.

It is difficult to explain why I felt afraid in the coldness and tension of his voice, given that I am a General of the Army and my hair won't stand up dramatically.

Even the wolf that lived inside of me appeared to be on the run. As sweat formed on my brow, I cautiously pulled the injection tube that I had inserted into my stockings.

I swallowed one after another, and in a split second, I withdrew my body away from him...

Injecting it into his neck. I asked the medical doctor from our pack about this needle injection.

Slowly, his grasp on my neck began to ease, and when I turned to face him, his whole body was naked.

The heat radiated from my face all the way to the back of my neck. I looked him in the face, and his features were nothing to laugh at.

Even when his eyes are closed, his visage attracts respect. His face was ablaze with pride. Thick brows, red lips that look good even when he is not wearing anything in his lips, and lengthy eyelashes. He also has long hair and a thick and shaggy black beard, which he displays with dignity.

If you look into his closed eyes, you will not feel any sympathy, but rather terror will take hold of you.

After shaking my head, I removed my views from my mind and covertly dragged the guy into a large number of trees. In the past I often carried bodies easily. However, I would have lifted his body, but this is the first time I have ever had to deal with not being able to lift the body of an adult male wolf.

I'm not allowed to kill any wolves since I don't want to create any conflict between the two packs. In order to avoid injuring innocent victims, it was only reasonable that I carried the injection with me that I had given to the man.

He will be unconscious for two days as a result of the shot. Perhaps on the day he awoke, I had murdered their Lycan King and had managed to flee from this land.

I readjusted my posture and went on my trip to find myself a way to the masquerade ball.

I came upon a route where there were two guards stationed at the entrance of a massive gate. They were clad in royal metal armor and armed with long firearms. Aside from that, Darkmoon is exceptional in that they can wield a silver bullet rifle without even a shudder.

When it comes to the Shadow pack, I was the only one with a gun that had a silver bullet in it.

I disguised my scent and walked slowly so that they wouldn't be able to detect my presence at the same time.

I hurriedly slid out the two injections out of my stockings and implanted them into their necks as soon as I could.

Although I was having difficulties moving due to the gown I was wearing, they dropped to the ground and I easily picked them up to take them into the dark woodland and conceal myself. It was just a minute before I got back to where they had been standing earlier.

The gate swung open, and the obnoxious wolves emerged. Despite the fact that the sun was still up, a large number of guests arrived at the ball early.

I approached them one by one, knowing that no one would identify me since, apart from the point that I was wearing a mask, they would not be able to smell me. They are all royal and a member of Darkmoon.

There are also other packs, which are royal packs from the Lone Pack and Mystic Pack, or even the Hunter pack itself. They are aligned with Darkmoon, and as a corollary, commerce between their respective kingdoms is unhindered by restrictions.

I think for a stroll first since I knew I'd be waiting a long time to meet their Lycan King, thus I decided to do so.

It is still unclear how I will identify him since I haven't seen his face anywhere yet. Although he seems to be nothing more than a myth that exists in history, interpreting the narrative of wolves, I have never seen his face, and it has been stated that he is only seldom seen in masses.

Nonetheless, I don't believe that because, after all, what kind of Lycan king would refuse to appear in front of his disciple?

Even when I walked inside the palace, no one noticed me.

Once I opened the door and saw what was indoors, I realized how ravenous the Darkmoon pack had gotten. Because they had conquered enormous territories by combining forces, it was difficult for us to leave the tiny area we had occupied because we were afraid that if we ventured beyond, we would be slain by the royal guards who were stationed all over the place.

Darkmoon was obsessed with power, which is why the mate I hadn't been with for a long period of time perished as a result of the attacks. If I come across that Lycan king, I want to make him suffer the consequences of what he has done to me.

He took away my shot at a decent future.

I tried to come out from behind the palace, completely unaware of how many hours had gone.

I raised my eyes to the dark space. Even though it was already night and just half moon light was obtainable from the single torch, I was taken aback by the beauty of the garden.

However, as I heard crackles, I ran for cover.

Did they discover that someone had infiltrated their territory? Making sure no one could see me, I also took great care to conceal the wolves that I had injected earlier.

“I found you again.”

When someone spoke in my ear, my body hair leapt on up and my wolf within roared in wrath.

I was about to go back through the door when it happened.

“It is because of your treachery that I will not allow you to go. I will make certain that you always growl my name. How dare you..." He breathed.

"...not to recognize the Lycan king."

I was motionless due to his breath striking the back of my neck. He maintained his grip on my body, and my neck remained locked in his arm.

How many times did I swallow?

I moved my hand to my stockings again, but he stopped me before I could do so.

I attempted to strike him with the elbow of my hand, but he dissuaded me.

"You are not permitted to do the second trick on me." Each time he speaks, I could feel his words pulling on my skin.

My pulse became more rapid. I haven't begun yet, but a leash has already been tied to my neck.

"How did you regain consciousness after the drug I gave you?" My tone of voice remained severe, and I was determined not to be scared by him.

I intended to remove my hand, but he had no trouble slipping it behind my back and releasing his grip on my neck.

Who is this man? Why is he so strong?

Additionally, since I am unable to smell him, I have no idea who he is or whether he is indeed the Lycan king!

When the guards approached us, I heard the sound of steel.

And they showed up, understanding that I was finally in their hands. I attempted to attack him again, but despite my desire to shift, I was unable to do so due to what seemed to be a chain in my body.

"...Lycan..."

"Logan, Lycan..."

The guards, I believe, spoke one after the other and then knelt on one of their knees to pay homage to the person behind me. My heart sank as the rage inside me burst like a volcano. Who...

Who assassinated Archer?

"Secure her in an underground cell and I'll pay her a visit after the masquerade party." As he instructed one of the guards, his voice was deep.

The guy rose to his feet and carried chains. He placed them on my wrist and foot just before I was shoved by the guy behind me.

When I finally saw the man, he was dressed entirely in royal regalia. If he was earlier naked, he is now dressed in a crimson long robe emperor gown. He was also wearing a crown.

Obviously, his stance provides you with varying tensions. I was astonished by his face and long hair, which was perfect for the royal robe he was wearing.

He locked his gaze on me, and my eye remained where he stood. Three males already have me in their clutches. Perhaps they are terrified that I will unexpectedly fight them.

How am I gonna do that? No matter how powerful I am, I am unable to free myself from these heavy chains, all the more so now that Darkmoon made these unbreakable chains.

They have already compelled me to accompany them.

I'm not sure how I lost sight of whom they refer to as Logan Lycan. We entered the palace, and it was then that I realized its enormity. No additional guests have come, and hence no one has seen me yet.

As we neared the hall where the party would be held, the guy pressed a button and the wall fell down, forming a stairway leading to a dark spot.

I was frozen, yet the chains rang again as I struggled to continue going. I would have simply questioned as to where they would put me.

However, I had lost consciousness because of the substance injected into my shoulder. My body just succumbed, and my vision went completely black.

I opened my eyes and tried to move but was unable to do so since my foot and hand were bound to the bed. My wrist was lifted on both bed posts, which were now inflexible due to the rope.

I examined my foot and saw it was open because of a lengthy metal between my legs. This is a metal spreader that the royals employ when one of their pack members violates the rules. This is often used to expand their feet when they are hanging in the air to receive their punishment.

To serve as the crook's focal point. I also couldn’t speak as I felt my mouth with a cloth tied to the back of my head.

"MmMhh." I was at a great disadvantage and could only whimper.

When my eyes went to my side, I saw the guy seated in a corner like a king. Legs crossed and eyes locked on mine.

I stared furiously at him. I want that every time I look at him, my stares would become daggers because I want them to strike his body while his blood flows.

The surroundings remain black, but the candle provides a glimmer of light in between, which allows us to see each other. His lips formed a meaningful grin.

"You are awake."

As I tried to escape once again, the iron bed chimed.

He confronted me, and as he brushed his fingers

over my body, my eyes widened, and my body shivers.

I sensed the way our skin caressed one another. This is the first time I've felt anything like this.

I lifted my head and bowed to my body, and it was then that I realized I was undressed.

As a reaction, I struggled even harder, despite the fact that my wrist was already aching from the effort.

Nevertheless, my body froze and ceased functioning— with him a single hit to my body, I was already writhing in agony.

I nearly vomited blood, was in excruciating pain, and seemed to lose consciousness again. Notwithstanding my desire to shut my eyes, I looked at him and observed his eyes were black and devoid of any hint of sympathy.

"What I despise about everyone is the person who is incapable of reprimanding." His voice is resonant with strength, and anyone who hears it will be the only one who takes a step back in terms.

I want to reach and touch my stomach because the heat is still around it. I was terrified as he drew out his canine tooth and seemed to be about to attack me.

I could no longer fight back as he removed the cloth from my mouth and kept going.

"And as I've said before, I shall cause you to scream my name."

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'm not sure why. I stared at him, but he maintained his poker face. Something in my head says that I dislike what is going on, but my body is unrepentant.

What is happening with 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 ... Nno."

I couldn't recognize my own voice since I had no idea why I had refused —whether it's because I'm opposed to what he is doing or because I'm not ready for him to stop. I pressed my eyes shut even tighter and bit my lip as he began squeezing my nipples. He is now stroking my hole and nipple with his tongue and fingers. I want to close my legs but am unable to do so due to the metal spreader.

He sat in the empty place on the bed. I opened my drowsy eyes and saw no change in his countenance. I'm not clear whether he's pleased with what he's doing to me or if he's really trying to terrify me this way. He parted my hair in front of my face, cocked his head toward my ears, and licked my earlobe. I averted my face, but couldn't help but stiffen my body as he groped my chest.

“Your breast. They are big yet firm. Squeezing them feels so pleasant.”

Our faces were so near as I turned my face toward his. Just one move and our lips will brush to each other.

"Ddon't kiss me ..." I was conscious of my flushed cheeks and neck. I would have avoided my face from him again but it was too late. He forced me to tilt my head toward him and kissed me aggressively. Despite the fact that I was losing myself, I managed to fight back.

I tasted the rust by biting his lip. However, despite knowing that his lip was bleeding, he shoved my lip apart to slide his tongue into me. I am now able to drink the blood that escaped his lips. I also catch my breath as he maintains his stranglehold on my jaw.

Soon after, the kiss slipped on my neck. He never let go of my boobs. When he pressed my nipple, they sank. I opened my eyes and his red eyes were what I saw. They were aflame with desire, as if he wanted to possess me.

"Stick your tongue out again." He was ordering me.

I suppose I am under his spell like a fruit of my obedience with his demands. He sucked on my tongue as tears welled up at the corner of my eye. What is rushing on with me, why am I feeling this way? Why am I submissive to his wants?

“Ah ... damn. I'm excited. " He whispered.

The metal spreader and the chain around my foot vanished in a moment. He was now at the base of my body, opening my legs with a powerful and solid grip. I wanted to conceal my face because every time he stroked a section of my skin, I lost track of who I was. I have no concept of who is now residing within my body. I couldn't even hear the wolf within me.

"Due to the darkness, I couldn't see your pussy well." He was so focused on my private area that you believed he had just seen something. "Yet, I guess it is pink and lovely."

"Stop looking!" My whole body was filled with humiliation.

He licked his left and right index fingers to wet them. He placed properly from my foot and I seemed to be electrified by a thousand volts when he spread my vagina hole using his two index fingers.

“Your opening is so narrow. It's quite tight in here." He raised his eyes to mine before continuing. "Your clitoris is fragile and small, but it is endearing."

“No. Please refrain from doing this... " Even though I said those lines, I couldn't help but hear in my voice that I was enjoying what he was doing to me.

When his tongue comes into contact with my pussy, I want to throw away the rope in my hand. I can feel his tongue entering and interacting with my hole. I'm obsessed with the way he sucks. He has his own method of destroying my mind and body. He is assaulting my body, and yet this fucking body revels in it!

He is my adversary! For the glory of fuck!

When something came out of my pussy, I arched my body. I tremble and my knee sags. He removed his tongue from inside me and I saw a sticky liquid come along from the tip of his tongue. He had already withdrawn his face from the sensitive area of my body, but he proceeded to open my hole.

"Your juice is delicious." He inserted one of his fingers, which caused my knees and whole body to quiver even more. "Your clit is also abrasive. Your pussy and clitoral region are tingling with anticipation." He buried his tongue into my pussy mouth once again and continued speaking. "You are dirty. Are you sensing it right now?" He twirls his tongue around my clitoral area.

“Ah! Don't ... Don't lick it like that. I am begging ... ”

I couldn’t breathe properly as he adjusted his seat as the edge of his lip had liquid that I think came from the juices I had released earlier.

“Oh? Then how about this? "

I raised my body again and resisted as he entered his two fingers, which plunged into the very end of my stomach owing to their length. He strikes at my weak point.

“Haaah ..! Ssomething is strange..." I couldn't complete what I wanted to say.

"It's coming oout .. Nghhh ..!" My eyes are about to close. “No! I'm ready! Sto ... Stop!”

"I'm cumming— ahh ..!"

"You are quite lewd, aren't you?" He angles his cock in the direction of my cunt. "It is not going to stop spraying; if we do not block it, your bed will get soaked. This is where you can sleep now.” While saying those lines, he is pushing the tip of his cock now.

“No. Nnot now .. It's still — wait a minute — ah!"

When he finally shoved his whole dick into my groin, I extended my legs to provide him with further access. This is not my real part. I was so tangled up in the rope in my hand that all I could do was wiggle my hips.

"Just as I suspected, your insides are squirming madly, pleading with me." He shifted his grasp on my body and smacked me repeatedly. "Let's cum together."

I awoke still in the darkness, still imprisoned. I examined my body and saw that it was now completely covered. When I turned back, the guy who had been seated in the corner of the wall had departed. Additionally, the candle is dwindling in size. I wanted to sit since the entrance to the room where we had walked earlier rang, but my feet seemed bound again.

"Fetch her." I heard a standing voice from the guard. "Do not allow her to escape your paws, since she is not a typical member of another pack. She is a member of the Shadow pack's General Army— the Minbury Stronghold.

My hand and foot were promptly freed by the two guys. I stopped struggling because I knew that if I succeeded, it would just grow worse. I'm merely considering another exit strategy.

"Where are you taking me?" They bound my hand behind my back as we marched. I'm not sure where the Darkmoon ropes are formed, since I'm unable to break them. No one spoke to them or even answered my question.

When we exited, the crowd had dispersed. I don't know if the party is over because I also can't measure how many hours I've been in that room. We went up a long staircase, and on the second level, the soldiers turned to observe me. A guard indicated the direction with a nod to the left. I walk slowly to remind myself that I cannot act without a plan any more, since this may be the catalyst for the ignition of my life.

I could see smoke in the air, I followed where it was coming from and my foot carried me to a room with a water spring. I noticed the man reclining on a rock with his arm extended and his hand resting on it. I concluded that since this is a palace, everything should be gold. There is still a stone here for the idea of generating a bath.

When he opened his eyes, a dart from his eye struck me. He repositioned himself in his seat and stretched his arm toward me. Furthermore, he tossed the towel that was resting on his arm. "Clean my body."

I just stared at the towel below me. I turned to him and demonstrated that my back was still bound even now.

Nonetheless, even before I could speak, I was surrounded by freezing water. As I sat on his lap, my eyes widened as our bodies clashed. I shoved him quickly enough that I fell into the water. He dragged me in strongly, given the fact that I had no intention of fleeing.

"I am going to be your master. Wash me.” He was controlling my actions. He came to a halt for a time and examined every inch of my physique. "If you don't, I'm going to wash your whole body."

I grabbed the towel and drenched it in water in less than a second. The first thing I wiped was his arm. I gulped heavily and avoided looking up at him. However, I was motionless when he tucked my strand of hair behind my ear.

"You are beautiful, yet you are rebellious." He made a serious remark to me and tugged on my waist, drawing me closer to him. My breast got in touch with his chest, and I'm sure he felt my nipple initiate contact with his.

"I dislike towels. Wash my arm using your boobs.”

“Wwhat—”

I cut short what I was going to say as I felt his dick stroking my pussy underwater. I grip to his arm when he suddenly moves his body and our private parts brush each other.

"Your pussy is slick based on the fact that you did not use soap." He nipped my shoulder and ran his fingers down the length of my waist. "I'm feeling hot every time I see your fierce face."

"Ngh ..!" He pulled my waist down, allowing his cock to plunge inside me. "IIt's getting inside me .. please .." My forehead rested on his chest. "It's big." I couldn't stop myself from being candid. I get the distinct impression that I have permanently lost touch with my true self.

"Please... stop! Yyou are much too brusque.!" My voice was tinged with hate, yet I couldn't stop myself from moving.

He hugged my body with one of his arms while one of his hands cupped my jaw to open my mouth. Without realizing it, I had placed my hand around his neck. I felt the warmth of his breath on my face. He battled our tongues till he sped up his movement under the water. Water is splashing.

"I do not like it!" He turned me back from where he was leaning earlier and he faced me there. My position now is like a dog's. From behind me, he opened my legs and continued to spread my pussy.

"Your embarrassed reaction is giving me so much boner." He worked his way up over my back till I could feel his breath in my ear.

"Starting today, you will be my sex slave." He paused for a moment and I heard his loud rumbling. When I witnessed him transform into his beast form, I lost all physical strength.

"I've miraculously found you..."

“....my mate.”

I was deaf to his words.

My mind is incapable of acknowledging anything he asserts.

Who is he to use the term "mate" when he has destroyed the lives of true fated mates? Each phrase that he utters is a complete curse!

How heinous.

Then it dawned on me what we were doing. I became conscious immediately, and it seemed as if I had been scorched on his flesh. I pushed him hard and successfully for the first time.

I fell into the water and we exchanged glances. I was the only one tense amongst the two of us, while he was completely cool.

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, even shaking his head.

I felt terror for the first time again when the water rushed as he drew closer to me. My body grew tight, as if I were wrapped in ice, as a result of my refusal to break.

"Take a look at those seductive eyes. They look scared but scary because it ends up looking like it can brutally murder me— ”

"I could!"

I never allow him to complete his sentence. My canine tooth had already shown, so did my sharp nails.

"It's scary," he lifted his hand as if surrendering. His face remained expressionless.

I am even more furious as a response to the disdain he is now showing me.

"Don't mock me!"

"It appears as though you have not been informed who the gentleman in front of you is now?" He took a step forward without removing his gazes that were already visiting my soul.

“Don’t come near me!” I snarl incessantly.

I knew he wouldn't fear me since he was strong enough to break me off with one hand without my flinch. I began by gently closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. If I have yet to exact the vengeance I desire, it is preferable that no one benefits me.

If it’s not Archer, I don’t want it.

My sharp nails were put to my neck.

"Agh..." When I felt the cocoon of my index fingernail on my neck, I murmured faintly.

"What do you think you're doing, woman?" His tone of speech remained unchanged. There is nothing there to be heard.

Calling me mate yet not even trace of worry.

Why?

Why am I feeling disappointed? Why this heart is thumping like crazy? Is it fear for him? Or...

I shook my head when something came into my mind.

"You dare to ask what am I doing?" I smirked. "Don't mind this impudent lady, my Lord!"

I didn't continue my sentence because another wave of water went by and some droplet of it got into my eyes, which is why I closed them.

I rotated my eyes swiftly to focus on the man in front of me.

However, as I opened my eyes, I came dangerously close to sticking my long nails into him. My eyes also widened as I realized that the two of us were just a handful away.

"Those are deadly," he muttered in my ear, bringing his lips up to my earlobe to lick it. "As I already made clear, it was a godsend that I caught you, so why are you still trying to evade my grasp?"

I sought to withdraw my hand but was unable to do so due to the strength of his hold, despite the fact that he was using just one hand. One of his hands is already around my waist, attempting to draw me in closer.

"Release me!" I struggle, but the water simply spits out.

"You appear to be quite at ease in my company. Is it still necessary for me to introduce myself?" He yanked my waist hard enough that my body collided with his chest.

I'm frozen because I'm afraid of being taken away by my body's heat once more.

"I never imagined I'd have to reintroduce myself after declaring myself Lycan King." I felt his soft lips brush against mine as he whispered that word.

My body had no reaction to what he did. My inner wolf is reviving.

"With each minute I spend with you, you grow more intriguing," he said as I swallowed the kiss.

Why? Why am I submitting to him?

"I will tell you this only once. I am Logan McAdam. The King of the Lycans and Alphas, I have owned you since you entered my domain. And regardless of what you do, you will not be able to escape your fate." I felt as if I were intoxicated when he knelt in front of me. "I do not kneel for others; others do, but for you..."

He licked my abdomen all the way down to my most sensitive area. He spread my legs and stood poised to devour me once more.

When I closed my eyes, a flash of the dead Archer flashed into my mind.

That is all I have left to cling to.

I quickly shifted from being a wolf and attacked Logan without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he bolted and retreated before I could strike him.

When I peered at him, I realized he was gasping for air and had a small amount of blood coming from a scar on his face. Oh. I struck him.

The door abruptly opened as blood fell from his cheek into the water.

When I returned my gaze to the person who had arrived, I hurriedly diverted my gaze.

A woman without any clothes.

What sort of prank is this?

"You have finally arrived. I assumed we could enjoy these three, but it appears that I was mistaken."

Logan's statement drew my eyes away from him. What is he aiming to convey? What do the three of us take pleasure in?

The woman stayed silent and bowed. I was taken aback.

"Do not be surprised, lady." He had risen above the surface of the water and was no longer submerged. He reached the woman and placed his hand on her shoulder. "She is my concubine, but if you so desire, I will dispose of them all for you."

Pathetic. We are not objects.

"You are completely insane."

"Are you serious? You want to include me in your collections?" I, too, emerged from the water and reverted to human shape. I shifted my attention to the woman who remained mute. I couldn't care less whether she's still nude.

"You? Why don't you adhere to what he wishes?" I locked my focus on the woman.

Logan, on the other hand, walked away from her. He approached me, and I took a step back. I am aware that I have no means of escape, but if I just let him do as he pleases, he will believe much more that he can soon apprehend me.

When he reached me, he positioned his legs in the center of my cut, which prompted me to look up. I'm beginning to shake once again and. How did I find myself in this predicament?

“Don’t make me laugh. It is not in my nature to coerce others who differ with me. Did you catch that I invaded your territory despite the fact that you are the lone pack that refuses to join my leadership? I didn't, right?" He raised my chin and stared me squarely in the eyes.

Each time he looked at me, I felt as if I were whisked to another realm. It fascinates me.

"I could never do such a thing to them." He pressed his knee even more firmly on my vagina, forcing it into my clitoris.

"Ughh .." I clutched his arm as my knee became numb. My tongue was severely bitten.

"Look at you whimpering given the fact that I'm doing nothing," I could feel his breath on my cheek. "Can what I'm about to do be classified as a threat of force?"

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

He stepped away from me after I groaned.

When I lost his warm hand that was battling the chill I was experiencing, I wished I could hold his hand again and implore him to return the warmth I was having.

I saw him descend into the water again. He leaned against the side and spread his arms. He stared at me with his familiar expression. When he shifted his head away from me, he focused his attention on the woman.

With a single gaze, the lady sank into the water.

The woman sat next to him, clutching a handkerchief. She took Logan's arm in her hands and began wiping it.

There was some discomfort in my chest as I considered the possibility that he had committed this act just for my benefit. I got it wrong.

“You’re so good with it, Mary,” he praised her.

I turned my back on them and headed to the door when I could no longer take what I saw. I'd rather shelter myself in the place where he first locked me than see what they do.

However, I had not quite walked out of the door when two soldiers stopped me. They obstructed my route, and I glanced at Logan, who was now staring at me.

"What is this?" I was powerless to prevent my detonation.

"Guards?" He was instantly snarky in response to my question.

"I'm not blind to see what they are, what are they doing here?" I switched my attention to the guards, who were suddenly not listening.

"What do you think?"

When I felt his voice on my neck, I instantly stepped and shivered. It seemed as if he was drawing a knife, and my hair stood on edge.

I did not respond to his inquiry.

"Lock up in my room and deny her food so she lacks the strength to flee. Even if she begs, do not open the door. Await my arrival." He shoved me in the direction of the guard.

“What do you think you are doing? You cannot imprison me at your leisure!" I strained with their shoulders, and thankfully, I was stronger than they were, as I immediately knocked them out the door.

"You are welcome to remain here. It's preferable if you stay here since you won't be weary and all you have to do is open your legs."

I could no longer resist the loud smack I delivered him as a result of what he said.

He cocked his head in response to what I did.

I saw the woman standing where she was and marched rapidly towards me. I observed her fang and nails were quickly released.

She appeared in front of me for a second and attempted to assault me, but I dodged.

Fuck. It's almost.

"How audacious of you! You're behaving rashly only because the Lycan king is fond of you!" Each time the phrase was spoken, there was an obvious bitterness.

"... It is not my fault that your Lycan king favors me!" I desired to inform her of this, but I refrained.

However, what occurred next surprised me.

Mary was suddenly in the air, Logan's paw on her neck. I observed the woman struggling for air. On the other hand, I was motionless.

"How dare you infringe on my property? What if you cause her harm?"

I just stared at Logan's face, like if his other identity had freed me.

"Fforgive... Ackk... me." Mary was dumbfounded as she yanked herself away from Logan's grasp.

"Do you believe that sorry can bring everything back when you hurt her?"

As a result of what he claimed, I examined his cheek, which was now free of wounds.

Because I assume it is my fault for the uproar now, I've snatched Logan's hand away.

And amid the weird sensation I had just felt, the wolf within me went silent. When I touched Logan, he did not become furious, and I saw a second shift in its face.

I cannot remain in this place; if I do, much worse calamities will follow.

"That's enough." That concludes my remarks.

And I couldn't control my emotions as he escorted me out of the bathroom after releasing Mary.

I'm not sure what awaits me during my stay here.

He yanked my hand away from me, as I had no idea where we were heading. I simply nodded and lowered my head, counting the steps we had traveled. However, as we proceeded, the carpet remained in my line of sight.

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 have 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 the door 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...'

That was why his tongue invaded my mouth.

"Do not oppose me." He placed one of my hands on his shoulder.

Due to my pride, I believed that holding him was simply asking for support. Even though I was still clothed, I could feel his heated body trying to manipulate me and turn me into a slave.

When the two of us became tense, a knock from behind me brought us to a halt. Like a reaction, I pushed him hard while still adjusting my wet clothing. It felt as if someone had thrown cold water on me, and all I wanted to do was throw myself someplace.

It was an act of treachery on Archer's part.

"Pardon me for burdening you, my Lord, but I wanted to notify you that the three dukes have arrived. They're keen on seeing you," I overheard a woman's voice outside.

On the other hand, Logan tousled his hair, as if repulsed. He never took his attention away from me. His eyes clouded. I stepped out of his way and gave him room.

"Gaia, advise them that they must wait for me. Moreover, don't forget to mention that the following time, they should send a prior notice if they intend to visit Buckingham Palace! Do not take me at their whim!" His voice grew frightening. It exudes authority.

"DDefinitely, Your Majesty."

"You can leave."

When he declared his approval. I heard the woman he called Gaia took rapid steps, as if frightened.

He is not lying when he claims everyone admires him since he is the Lycan king.

As I turned my back on him, I observed his eyes were fixed on me. I had lost track of what was going to happen to me next. I'm concerned as to what the Shadow pack was thinking in the absence of news that the Lycan king had not yet perished.

“I shall have my leave now. Keep an eye out for the person who will arrive and give you the garments."

Despite the fact that I was not facing him, I simply nodded. Where is he going to dress? Will he return to the bathroom to find Mary?

When the surroundings grew silent, I assumed he had exited and I had just missed him due to the depth of my thoughts.

When I was about to confront something, I felt a hand on my face; the next thing I felt was a kiss on my neck and the loud sound that indicated a kiss mark was being left.

"As I have emphasized, you are mine. I can hear your unhappiness in your heart. I can't mark you with my fang without your permission.”

I was taken aback by what had occurred.

“But that marking can tell that you are the only one to me. You belong to my bed. To my arms. And next to the Lycan king. Avoid hiding that mark."

Logan Point of view

I've heard the laughing men assemble whenever there is a conflict amongst the rogues. The assaulting opponents have been reduced to several packs during the last few years.

However, the Shadow pack was the only pack that stayed unarmed to me by force. I'm not sure why they refused to join my leadership since I was formerly acquainted with their Alphas.

One who was there was Archer Poer. At the time, he was one of my closest pals. However, the realm of battle is distinct due to the presence of werewolves and rogues. Others believe it's a straightforward exchange of scars, but what they don't realize is that the rogue has already sold their souls for the power they want.

I assumed at the time that Archer would be the Shadow pack's Alpha king, and we agreed that if that occurred, he would join my alliance, since I had no choice but to defend all the packs.

Nevertheless, the other wolves had a different perception of my true motivation; they believed I desired power and hence committed all of these acts.

I was just one of those who experienced the tyranny of a high rank back then, so I have my resolve about the matter.

If I have control of those abusive wolves, no one will hurt.

Still, I believe Archer will continue to lead. Rather than that, he just gave it to his cousin Hugo Estes. I'm not sure why he did it, but someone informed me it was because he had already met his mate and needed to decide if he would choose between the leadership or the beta mate.

I have not heard from him since. Until…

The biggest battle took place against the rogues, who were already joined with the witches. Not just the witch, but also Nerus. The most heinous God in the werewolf realm.

Archer was one among those who fought in that fight, which we won, and the war was never resumed. Likewise, it is uncommon now to encounter a rogue that is filled with rage.

Following that war, these three dukes placed their whole faith in me, entrusting me with their kingdom and pack. However, one piece of news that I learned was Archer's murder.

I intended to express my sympathies to the shadow pack, but they refused. They accused me of wanting to include them into my iron regulation. They stated that they did not wish to fall prey to a hungry lycan.

I tried to find Archer’s mate to offer my condolences, but unfortunately no one found her. The remainder of my order was never delivered or those wolves never came back anymore. I endeavored to track down her myself but it appeared hard to find the person who sought to hide herself.

In the end, I totally dismissed that.

What intrigues me the most is why a member of the shadow pack is here now.

When I first saw her lurking in the forest, I was drawn to the neck of a woman whose face I had never seen before. For the first time in the number of women I met, I was attracted to the nape of a woman.

However, when I noticed the shadow pack's insignia on her back, I couldn't believe someone would dare to enter my land— what surprising is, it's a woman. I wasn't expecting our first encounter to be that tense from the start.

I acted on the influence she injected into me in order to successfully trap her within my domain. I want to lock her in my room regardless of her plan in my life.

When they saw me, the three dukes rose to their feet. They welcomed me with a grin despite the fact that I was wearing a poker face due to the inconvenience they had given me. Without them, I would have been able to complete my goal with that woman.

I'm not sure what her name is yet. We do unimaginable things but I have not yet heard her utter her name?

"Isn't it a perfect day for a contest to see who can catch the most wild creatures, Your majesty?" As he peeked outside, Apollo Fabia hid his hand behind his back. He is the Hunter pack's royal Alpha located at the Tuneca palace.

"You have not changed, Apollo; you have remained irresponsible from then till now. Why don't you join me and we'll see if there is a way for Nerus to return. And just in case, let's find a means to stop it,' urged Philo Rufus, the duke alpha of the Hevadal palace's Mystic pack.

"Aren't you sick of carrying only books? Even if I just observe you, I feel as if I want to jump into the sea and avoid experiencing what you're doing. "Apollo didn't withdraw.

I'm not sure how these two became leaders despite their infantile natures. I raised my eyes to the man who had just crossed his legs as he watched the two argue. There is still one of them remaining.

It’s Augustus Ibis the Alpha of Lone pack. I still do not trust him to this day. And I'm sure he feels the same way about me. His personality continues to perplex me.

He materialized in front of me, declaring that he wished for my partnership despite the fact that the Kingdom of Tarragon is one of the largest and most powerful territories in the kingdom. It’s an empire that has the royal guards Alpha. As a result, his request for protection from me is superfluous.

"If that is all you came here for, I regret I came down here," I replied coldly to them, which caused them to pause in their doing.

The two straightened up and returned to the seat that Augustus had done earlier. They give in to their quarrel and then I sit in front of them.

"What do you need here?" None of my own questions, since my mind was preoccupied with the woman's whereabouts. I want to immediately return to my room. How ironic that, because of her, the room I didn't have much time to remain in back then now makes me want to lock myself in with her.

"It's not you, smiling while staring into space."

I couldn't help but look at Augustus in response to the deep voice speaking in front of me. I feigned a cough in order to keep my other expressions, which appeared as if they had just witnessed, hidden. I put my back and head on the coach and closed my eyes.

"We learned that you had imprisoned a woman, something you had not done previously. Being so near to her piqued our interest," Augustus continued to speak as the two just nodded as though in accord.

"Doesn't it seem as though everything happened overnight and the news reached you rapidly?" I smiled at them, but there was no sense there but annoyance.

"Is there something wrong with my question?" He returned my glance. Even though he is only a duke, he refers to himself as my equal, which makes me even angrier.

"You think too highly of yourself, Augustus, simply because you had the experience of standing next to the lycan king," I demonstrated at the moment that I was truly upset. Perhaps out of terror, the two became silent.

"That is why we are here. After all, we are witnessing your leadership abilities; perhaps we can also immerse ourselves in that goddess."

"Augustus!"

“Hey! We have previously discussed this!"

The two guys spoke gently to him, increasing my ears' hunger as they conversed. The two are already pressing into one another, and there does not appear to be any plan for them to stop.

"What do you want to impart?" I was no longer defiant in my response to that query.

"We wondered whether you could also share that woman with us, like you previously did with your concubines," he observed, his gaze fixed on whatever was behind me.

When I turned, I saw her.

Elle Point of view

"Miss, His Majesty's requested robe dress has arrived," said the lady who had called Logan earlier. I became abruptly conscious of my face and looks as a result of her.

I rearranged my clothing and checked for messes since I was nervous once they discovered what had occurred with me and their Lycan king. I inhaled deeply before opening the door.

As I maintained my poker face, the servant's smile flashed at me. I observed the woman's casual examination of my physique and concealed myself behind the closed door. She looked at me swiftly, regretful.

"My name is Gaia, miss. Please tell me if you need anything." As she gave me the crimson robe, she bowed.

I accepted it from her and then gave her a nod. She maintained a lowered head and body despite the fact that I had already received the garments she was offering me. I didn't pause for long and hurriedly closed the door.

I scanned my eyes once more at Logan's chamber and noted that almost the whole of his room and wall were painted with him seated on the throne and wearing a crown. Also, the wall is white. I dropped my attention to the cumbersome garments that had been bestowed upon me. This is the first time I've been able to bear the weight of a robe. The ones we wore were just inexpensive dress robes that only cost bronze.

Perhaps this cost platinum.

I'm still not comfortable staying here, regardless of how large his room is.

As soon as I was clothed, I opened the door. I'm hoping no one spots a guard on me. And I was unable to sprint due to the weight of these garments.

When I opened the door, I just poked my head out to see if there was anybody observing me. I'm not sure whether he just forgot to leave the guard or if he was certain that I would never be able to escape this palace.

I made my way downstairs. I grasp the bottom of the robe and pull it up to avoid tripping. I'm afraid I'll tread on it and I'll roll down the stairs. The whole area was silent, and not a single servant was visible.

When I reached the stairwell's final rung, I concealed my fragrance once again so that no one could detect me. Logan, I'm sure, can't smell me. However, as I advance, I hear people conversing.

"What do you want to impart?" It’s Logan.

I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying, but I noted the tremendous tension in their aura. Is this how it really is when the royal Alphas congregate? Their presence is intolerable. Add to it the Lycan king, who seems to be unaffected by the intimidation.

"We wondered whether you could also share that woman with us, like you previously did with your concubines," a man who was also in a prideful stance spoke next.

I had no idea what they were talking about, but I gasped when the guy Logan was speaking with shot me in the eye.

And I now saw that they've all shifted their focus to me. I scowled as Logan sprang from his seat with a horrified expression.

"How long have you been there?" He stood alongside me in the flash of an eye, supporting my elbow as I attempted to remove my lift from the robe's hem.

"I have just arrived," I removed his hand.

I saw his face shift away from commanding. He turned to the three guys, who I believe were the three dukes Gaia had mentioned before. They didn't look away until I felt a possessive arm lock around my waist.

"What a blunder. Don't put yourself on a pedestal in front of me. I'm simply handing you my garbage, but the lady in front of you right now is a jewel that will never be discarded. Know the space where your foot is now stepping."

What he said astonished me. I'm not sure what he's saying, but I believe I'm getting an idea. I pushed Logan slightly, knowing full well that I would never allow myself to be considered his property.

Suddenly, the two dukes sprang to their feet, their features young.

"Forgive us, my Lord, for our insolence."

They knelt on one knee, one hand on their stomachs, their heads bent.

One person I noticed was just grinning and not engaging in the behavior of the other two. Logan, on the other hand, moved away with me and left his arm behind my waist. We strolled, and I was unable to unwind. This is the first time my wolf has requested that I refrain from interfering with them. This indicates to me that my level is lower than theirs.

However, before we could mount the stairs, Logan's interlocutor spoke again.

"How much longer, Logan, can you keep that woman at your side?"

"You seem to have more wisdom than I, Augustus. Why don't you make an attempt to share at least some of that knowledge with me?" Logan has yet to confront the Augustus he calls. On the other side, I became utterly deafeningly stupid. I'm averse to opening my mouth.

Logan did not allow the man to continue speaking, and we proceeded. I remained silent until we reached his chamber. He released my hand, which added to my bewilderment at what he was doing.

I took a quick look at his face and sensed his anxiousness. He squinted his eyes. He wouldn't even let me a smidgeon of a peep.

"Rest; I will dispatch a servant to get you something to eat."

He would have departed...

However, my hand automatically moved and pulled his hand back.

Both of us were taken aback by what I did. And as soon as I realized what had occurred, I took my hand away from his and avoided my look.

My heart began to race. Why did I do such a thing?

All I know is that whenever I see his troubled face, someone tells me I need to embrace him, and I'm not in the spirit to see his face in that state. When I saw that he had done so, my heart ached.

"Do you need anything else from me?" He is now directly gazing at my face.

I didn't respond and instead fiddled with my finger while biting my lip. My heart refuses to quiet down. I wanted to tell him to just stay here, but I was at a bit of a loss.

I was just thinking that I would tell him to stay, my heart was already filled with shame.

"Ah, uhm."

My mind, please think! Think! Think! Think!

"I'm not accustomed to being alone in a room when the sun begins to set."

I want to be eaten by the floor because of what I said. And who would think that darkness is possible even while the sun is still directly above! I am still feeling the searing fire!

“Oh. Apologies about that. I draped the windows with linen to block out the sun and light. Wait a minute; I'll just summon a servant capable of removing the cloth — "

"No!" I pressed my eyes shut as I screamed denial.

My brain has been sucked dry. I drew his dragon robe, which was likewise crimson at the neck, and kissed him.

Whatever anxiety my heart is experiencing at the moment, I have to let it go. I must recall Archer. Everything he fought for would be squandered when I was abducted just because this man claimed to be my mate.

I'm going to steal his heart until he believes I've made peace with him. I will murder him there after he has become used to my presence.

When I broke out from the kiss, I saw his eyes were masculine. I also guided his enormous palm towards my chest. Even with it on, the warmth of his hand pervades.

"Are you just planning to leave like this?" I peered at his crimson eyes with my drowsy eyelids. I placed my hand on his bulging manhood.

We both examined that section. He raised his eyes as I seemed to be swallowing booze and stared hard at it.

He abruptly seized my waist and tore my dress robe in half.

“Whawhy did you tore it?” My spirit has resurrected. "That is rather costly!"

"Do not be concerned. I am willing to purchase as much as you want."

As he grabbed my buttocks, I clutched to his chest and my face collided with his solid torso.

"Tell me your name," he murmured, his lips already on the base of my neck.

"My name is EElle."

"What is it, Elle?" He gripped my buttocks even more tightly.

"It's Elle Harris!"

As he put his finger into my private cut, I hastily told him. My body is arched, yet with his height, the two of us are not level.

"You are so zealous." I averted my face from him, despite the fact that I planned to tease him.

"Who is it that made me like this?" He bitten the area on my neck where he had previously left a kiss mark.

"You're still at fault for me." I feigned to scowl at him.

"And what is that?"

"You bit me unexpectedly without my consent!" I squinted my eyes as I raised them to his.

“Hmm. Then I am to be disciplined, am I not?" He kissed my brow. "What kind of punishment do you have in mind for me, my majesty?"

I shoved him onto his bed, where he sat. He just grinned at me as I knelt in front of him. I felt his erection despite the fact that he was still dressed in his robe.

"You're already cumming just me cuddling you," I taunt him since his robe is already damp with his wetness. "How would your servants advise you if they see the Lycan king peeing on his robe?"

I continued toying it with my fingers until I got up to fully remove my robe. He was only observing me.

When I was done, I opened his robe to reveal his cock, who was immediately giddy with excitement.

"So you're Ok with this punishment?" I'm massaging his penis in the center of my round breasts right now.

I became aware of the redness in his neck. I crept closer to his body as he lay on the bed. He also crawled backwards to give us more room.

My breast is now crushed against his chest, and I've rubbed my ass all over his dick. I kissed him as well, and both of us were overcome by the sense of the two of us.

"Do nothing today; this is your penalty."

I dropped my body again to level his soldier, who had been oozing fluids as a result of the tormenting I was giving to his body.

That is right. You're going to miss my body. You are greedy to the point that you believe you cannot afford not to touch me.

"You're so huge, yet you're inserting it without thinking how tight I am." I lifted and slid my hand, my gaze fixed on his meat.

He just keeps my head still as the stroke of my hand accelerates.

"The viscosity of my hand has increased because of the amount of liquid you release."

"Stop right now. You're tinkering with it unduly. I will cum without inserting it if you continue. I want to go all the way to the bottom of your womb. Allow me to touch you." He was just about to raise his hand when I stopped him.

"Okay."

I stepped on both of his hands, legs open and prevented him from moving them, while I was now seated on his legs, directly hitting my pussy where his cock was standing.

I displayed my claws and also tore his robe.

“Yeah. I will put it in, worry not.” I'm removing my underwear.

He is peering into my hole. I can feel my stickiness leaking out.

“But I want you to plead. I want to see how the great Lycan king begged for my body."

I sensed the astonishment in his eyes because of what I said. But no matter what charm I had, I didn't instantly obtain what I wanted since his countenance rapidly got serious and I was now laying down as he was towering over me.

He totally removed his tattered robe.

“I don’t beg. I don’t seek forgiveness. I’m the Lycan king. ” He stated forcefully before claiming my lips. "I kneel before you not because I want to offer you pleasure but because I want to see your troubled face."

"Ugh ..!" My eyes widened as I gasped because he quickly inserted his manhood without even notifying me. He is penetrating within me.

I assumed it would be simple to go into him, I was incorrect. It appears more tough than I have to accomplish. But why...

When I see his sorrowful face, why do my hearts appear troubled? Why?

"Do not see yourself as special, Elle. You've been in my room to help me warm up my cold body. How dare you attempt to rule a Lycan king?" I could feel his words searing my flesh with each thrust of his.

"Why don't you just humbly ask me to give you so much pleasure?" I clearly heard his taunt.

As I glanced down at him, I wondered. What is he thinking? I fixed my eyes on him without altering my face. I feared what he may do to me.

“Wwhat—”

I didn't complete what I was going to say when he grabbed something on the table's side and brought out a little bottle containing something I didn't recognize.

"Gulp down it."

"Whawhat is that?"

He still wouldn't leave as he lay on top of me and opened the bottle. I shut my lips since I had no idea what he was about to serve me.

But even with my mouth closed, he still tried to open it with a lick on my cheek and side lip. His hand is firm so even if I struggle, it just happens useless.

He had already put the hot liquid in my mouth. The heat draw down my throat, so I can tell it’s a wine. But because of the aftertaste, my suspicion of it also changed immediately.

I looked at Logan as the heat slowly wrapped around my body. He left my body and I remained lying down. I couldn’t move my body because of what was going on inside of it.

There is something tingling inside.

"Wwhat did you do my body ... Haahh .."

“Nothing. I just want you to crawl. To beg.”

He has moved away from me. He got off his bed and moved to the corner where the chair was like a mini throne. I watched him walk like God. He didn't have any cover so I could see how his weapon wiggled as if he was holding it back.

I'm going crazy because I want to put it in my mouth but he's making fun of me.

Why? I shouldn’t have thought or felt it.

I was already sitting while looking at him. He, in turn, has sitting well. I looked at his face down to his penis.

“Like I told you, nothing will happen if you just stare at it. If you want it, you can crawl but I won't give it to you if you just walk coming here.”

How many times have I swallowed because of what he was saying?

“What’s the matter? You want it, right?”

When I watched how his little liquid tip came out, my feet just moved on purpose.

I positioned myself like a dog and slowly crawled towards him. I saw his victorious smile. How did this happen? He must be the one begging me to give him what he wants, so why?

I can already feel the whole heat creeping into the hand, face and other part of me. I'm only sure of one thing, my pussy is surely leaking so much load.

Even though I am not yet touching my body, orgasm is already happening.

"I don't think the drug given to Gaia is effective," he whispered to himself. "You must wipe it with your mouth, alright?"

I was so close to him, I was like a hungry lion that wanted to eat just after I grabbed his cock. I was sweating profusely from my forehead, to my neck. I'm catching my breath as well.

"Give it to me, please," I looked at him before putting it in my mouth.

"Clean the backside of my dick too."

My tongue moved slowly but I was surprised when he suddenly pushed my head.

"What I don't want the most is someone making me wait." He shoved his cock down to my throat.

“Hmn! Agh ..!” I push his foot but he doesn’t give up. “Oohh ..” I keep growling as he removed his cock and his cum explodes on my face.

His semen went to my face and mouth while my eyes were already crying.

He suddenly lifted my body and sat me on his lap. He grope my chest and squeezed them. He pinched my nipple and stretched them as if you thought they would be tore.

“Plea .. no. Stop. It feels weird.”

“That is not the plea I expected. I want you to beg me to touch your body.” He licked my nape and slightly bit it. “... And how can I stop when your nipples are so erect?”

It was as if my nipples were about to be crushed by the pressure of his pinching.

"Ah .. Yeah." I was no longer deterred. I am starting to enjoy it.

"You slut ... You're feeling good when you should servicing me," he kept talking.

"You dare to ask me plead when it's you who needs to be in bed, huh Elle?" He stood up and I was now sitting on the throne chair. "Then Elle, allow me to take care of you."

Logan Point of view

I have no intention of getting angry with her. But when I heard the words from her mouth, the memory of the days when I begged royals to spare my mother and me came back to me.

When my mother died because of the tyranny of the royals, I promised myself that I would never beg anyone again because they would do that to me.

When I wasn’t a Lycan king yet, the rank of Alpha doesn't matter as long as they're not royal. They will still remain lower to the dukes, kings monarchs. It doesn't matter if those royal blood are alpha, beta or omega. You're superior, if you have wealth.

And those actions happened because of my father did...

The Lycan King ...

He throw my mother after he got her pregnant just because my mother was not royal. He exiled us, he said we didn’t fit into his palace.

I strive harder to get into this position. I killed many rogues, I took the lives of royals who were abusive to the power they enjoyed.

And in the end, I killed the Lycan king who enforced the difference of a royal to just normal werewolves. Because of him the management of the packs in their groups became rotten.

“Hey Elle, you made my chair dirty. Look how you made a mess,” I brushed my three fingers in her hole while her legs are wide open.

I can already see her saliva dripping down the side of her lip as her eyes are already drowsy. My anger subsided but I wanted to see her twisted face.

I have a weird feeling every time I see that she doesn’t know what she’s going to do whenever I’m already playing with her body.

"Please, Logan stop." She was already staring at my hand as she restrained my wrist with her trembling hand.

“I drugged you a little. However, the way you get too wet, I can tell you are very excited.”

I have already inserted my three fingers but I have not yet fully inserted them.

"Nno ..."

"You are saying no but your hips are already moving just because I haven't fully inserted my fingers." FUCK. I feel like cumming just inserting these to her soft cunt.

“What will you do, Elle if I do this?” I pushed my three fingers inside her and accelerated my fingering on her. “Isn't it amazing? Does it feel hot? Look my fingers are diving deep in your hole.”

“Hmp. Ah ..! More. I want more, Logan."

"You are really hopeless, Elle."

I removed my fingers because I could see that she was fainting. The whole room was already filled with her growls. The next thing I will do will definitely make her forget. I'll make her forget who is moaning now while in my embrace.

"Elle, I want to teach you a lesson." I put my crotch on her face. I saw how her eyes twinkled.

“Yes ... Hmn. Teach this tight little pussy a lesson.” If she was still sane, I'm sure she wouldn't say it, but it looks like the drugs have completely consumed her brain.

“Of course. Your vulva is drooling like a baby." I already ram her hole with a single strike and I notice that all the electricity has already flowed into her.

“There! Logan.” She moves her hips again.

“Look how horny you are. It slid in easily, you accepted me all the way to your base.” I started moving. "You're so tight." I accelerated my movement while sucking her nipple.

When I removed my mouth to her peak chest, I pulled her two arms so that I could reach her weak spot and the end of her womb.

"Ugh .. Sslow down .. You're too rough .." Her voice and the sound of the chair were the only noise in my room.

“Everytime I pulled it back, your pussy gets tightened and don’t want to let go. I can also feel you twitching inside.” When I bang her, her breast wiggle.

I stopped and hear someone knock on the door.

“Oh. The one I was expecting has come.” I looked back at Elle and gave her a smile. There was no denying the surprise in her eyes. I did not give her an answer.

"Come in!" I answer the knock with my baritone voice.

The door opened while a teenager Alpha man entered with the equipment I had asked and his painting material.

"I'm sorry if I arrived too early," he bowed and averted his eyes.

“No, you just came at the right time. I just finished preparing her. Did you bring what I asked you?” I held out my hand to him while Elle seemed to wake up from her deep sleep.

"Yeah, here."

I lifted Elle as I wrapped her legs around my hips and didn’t remove my cock inside her.

“You can sit there and watch us. I want you to paint every detail I do to her.” I said coldly to the man while Elle buried her face in my neck.

“C’mon, Elle. Let's get started. Let's show him your sexy erotic expression.” I leaned her on the headboard while placing the nipple clamp I asked for from the man.

I put a collar around her neck and pulled it so that she could sink her face into my penis.

"Suck me, Elle while you're looking at the man drawing what we're doing right now." I have already released the next item I requested.

It's a shape of my own dick. Since she’s in doggy style, I won’t have a hard time getting it into her.

"Let's try this hole."

"Nno that's— not my ass Logan." Her tears are already dripping even though I haven't put them on yet.

“Oh. This hole is virgin, is that it?” I no longer waited for her to answer and I inserted it in her ass.

She whimpered.

"Whwhy did you put that in my aass ..." Her tears were non stop but I had even more boner.

“Stop crying now. Use your mouth.” I moved my body so that she could move as well.

“I’m just making sure that I will be the only one using these holes. That's why.” I wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled her hair hard to shove my cock even deeper.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you how this hole works."

Elle Point of view

I have no recollection of what occurred last night. It's a point of contention with me whether it was all a dream or whether it was all real. I just awoke with my body aching and unable to stand. My throat and head also suffer for unknown causes.

The most recent episode that sprang to me was when I seduced Logan. Following that, I have no memory. I sat down to have a glance around in case I was next to Logan, but I couldn't see anybody. However, something attracted my attention to where the mini throne is…

I examined it carefully to ensure I wasn't seeing things incorrectly, but no matter how many times I peered at it, it didn't go from my vision.

It was a painting of tears streaming from the corner of my eye as a man tower over me. The arm is broad, and it seems to be possessive while wrapping my foot around his waist, as if I don't want to let go of him any longer.

I couldn't take my head away from it and realized that it wasn't a dream. Last night's performance by a painter was not a hallucination.

I came to a halt once again to hear and feel something in my body.

When I glanced down at my body, I saw something hanging from it — no, I mean in my nipples. Secondly, I scratched my neck. Then, I felt a leather strap around my neck.

What on earth is this?

I swiftly removed and discarded them. My cheeks were already hot as the image of last night flooded over me starting from I drank whatever Logan had given me.

I gripped my knees and tried to forget what had occurred, but those visions remained in my mind. I also spotted Logan's strewn robe, which I will never forget tearing. I facepalm myself because I have no idea how humiliated I was last night.

I figured there was a knock at the door and turned to look. I remained silent and waited for someone to express himself.

"This is Gaia again, and I shall be your servant from now on, Miss Elle. The bathtub is prepared, and Majesty awaits your entrance."

"Inform him that I am not yet awake." I knew she would not follow me, but I was at a crossroads for an explanation. "Or maybe you might tell him how much I despise him." I licked my lip.

"Your Majesty has warned you that if you do not leave the chamber, he will seize you," she murmured.

I sprang to my feet and felt much angrier. Why am I so obedient to his treatment of me? I am capable of putting an end to what he desires. It was a mistake that I made as well, distracted by his anxious look. I should not have done that; I was only trying to figure out the best route out of here.

I was about to move when the door burst open, and I hastily grabbed Logan's tattered robe off the floor and wrapped it over my body.

"I'm going; why do you need my assistance —" I couldn't finish what I was about to say because I assumed it was Logan who entered, but I was mistaken.

I locked my sight on the lady in front of me, who was wearing a dress robe that resembled Logan's and had an air of elegance. When she saw I was staring at her, her expression altered.

I turned to the woman behind her and found Gaia standing there looking at me with fearful eyes.

“I am from the Ibis family. You?" She approached me. "You are, as my brother claims, the Lycan king's bed slave. You've been in Darkmoon pack territory for only a few days, but you managed to infiltrate the chamber of majesty while I was away...!"

"I don't want to be imprisoned here; all I want to do is chop off your Lycan king's head and then face my punishment!" I was happy to remind her of this, but I never did. The Ibis family owns the Tarragon kingdom, and I don't want to give them any trouble, since I'll only be an ant by chance.

"Are you aware of who I am?" Her jaws were clenched and a single syllable escaped her lips.

"Agh ..!" As she yanked back my hair and elevated my head, I couldn't start swearing. She cocked her head toward me, and I caught a glimpse of her crimson eyes, which were similar to Logan's. I couldn't help but make a comparison between my eye color and hers. It was very unlike my golden eyes.

In my heart, there is something lurking in envy. I've never compared myself to anybody, but ever since I entered Buckingham Palace, whatever it is that I'm feeling has been rising up in me.

"It is a heinous act not to bow before me after seeing me! Rather than that, remain calm in front of me! What if I just destroyed your legs?" She smirked blankly at me.

I fixed my eyes on Gaia, who seemed to be at a loss for what to do as well. What kind of woman is this?

"It is likewise disrespectful to invade my room without my invitation!" I heard an aggressive tone.

I angled my head in order to view him fully, since I was still out of position due to the hand holding my hair. However, I was close to falling a split second later when we heard the voice and the lady quickly knelt.

"Yyour Majesty, this is nonot—" Her head was bent as well.

"Explain yourself."

"Fforgive this woman, Your Highness, because her envy has suffocated her—"

“Who are you talking to? Are you mindful of whose skin you have touched?!"

We both closed our eyes simultaneously in response to a tremendous yell that seemed to rupture our eardrum. When I peeked at Logan, I saw he had morphed into Lycan and kept snarling.

"I am your first wife, my king—"

When he unexpectedly trod on the woman's head on the floor, I covered my mouth with my palm.

“Not my mate. Therefore, ascertain your position."