The Lycan's Rogue Luna

MATE?

Honey’s pov.

The moment we stepped into the Grey pack, I could feel the fear emanating from the women and children; the kids were shaking. The cold was too much for them, and the motherfuckers didn't even give them time to change what they were wearing.

I was not going to lie to myself; I was scared, too. I could not help but think about the things that could happen to us; we could be treated as enslaved people for the rest of our lives. This is so f****d up.

“Wait here, I'll go tell the King we are here.” The one that was called commander earlier said and left.

The one that slapped me and some others were left behind.

I touched Aliya’s back; she was shaking, and I could not help the need to comfort her.

“We are going to be fine, Aliya; we need to be strong for the kids,” I told her, and she nodded shakily.

“I don't think we can survive this place, Honey; we are on the lycan King’s lands as slaves; I don't want my child to go through this,” Aliya said, a rear drop down from her face.

“We will survive this, I promise you, Aliya; we all just have to hang on there for the children and each other,” I told her, and she just nodded.

“And what do you think you're saying over here?” The one that slapped me earlier asked.

“None of your business,” I growled at him, and he walked toward me with a menacing look in his eyes.

“I might not be able to do anything to you right now, but I assure you that once you're released into your slaves duty, you will certainly hear it from me.” He said with a disgusting smirk on his face, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I opened my mouth, wanting to give him a reply, but I resorted to pouring my scrotum on his disgusting face.

“You f*****g bitch.” He screamed, and I smiled, knowing that he couldn't do anything to me right now; the Lycan King didnt like it, but I knew that I had to be careful later because he could decide to set me up.

Suddenly, while I was focused on the disgusting prick’s face, a smell wafted through my nose, and I looked up. I sniffed him, but it wasn't possible that the smell was coming from him. I smelled blueberries.

What the f**k?

There was nothing that looked like a blueberry plant here; everything was just normal weed grass, but where was this smell coming from? I asked myself and looked around me.

I could also smell a bit of peppermint and wood, it smelled so f*****g good, and I felt my wolf jumping in happiness.

“I feel it,” my wolf squealed, and I felt that familiar feeling.

Oh my God, this has happened before. I have gone through this same process before, but it didn't work out well.

Moon goddess, why are you putting me through this again? This is not fair; I panicked as I looked around the men around me.

None of them looked like they were smelling something spectacular; all of them seemed focused on their jobs, except the prick that was staring at me.

I was not bothered about that for now; I didn't want to go through this again. I had to do something fast; I could not go through the heart-wrenching pain that I had to go through before. I bent down but affected the rest of the women; they all looked at me curiously.

“Bend down with me, please,” I told them, and they all nodded without questioning me.

I started packing the wet sand that was on the ground and rubbing it all over my body; doing this could remove the smell so that they wouldn't notice.

I packed the mud on my clothes, my exposed thighs and legs; this could not happen again, I kept repeating in my head.

“What are you doing?” My wolf screamed at me in my head, but she was out.

The pain we went through last time was enough; I wasn't ready to go through it again.

“What's going on?” Aliyah asked me.

“It's happening again,” I told her, and her eyes widened.

“You don't have to do this; not everybody can be a prick like the last one.”

“Nope, I'm not taking any chances,” I told her, and she nodded, helping me rub my body with mud. I was filthy right now, and I didn't care; I just wanted to get this over with without being noticed.

When I was content with the mud on my body, we all stood up. The men were looking at us, but they probably intentionally didn't ask what we were doing.

I crossed my fingers; whatever I was smelling right now would soon make itself known. I was hoping that the mud helped cover me up; I could almost feel the moisture in my eyes; it's been a while since I cried.

I could not start now; the thought of me going through that pain again made me want to cry.

The smell became more and more apparent. It was getting closer, f**k me.

Moon goddess, please, I don't want to go through this again. Please. I cried in my head.

“All bow for the king.” The familiar voice of the commander said.

I was confused for a second, but I bowed. Thankfully, the women and kids Al's did the same thing.

I could not help but move from one foot to another, anxious and nervous.

On one hand, I was scared of the fact that I was in the presence of the Xavier King. The one and only lycan king of our time, the fear could not just help but creep up my spine.

On the other hand, I was scared of whoever that smell was coming from discovering me. Hopefully, their nasal senses should be filled with mud instead of something else.

“Are these the wives of the rouges that dared step into my lands?” A powerful voice that sent shivers down my spine bellowed out loud.