Offered To The Cursed Lycan King

08

AT SUNSET

All the werewolf females were scattered in the backyard of the palace, packing the tree trunks and logs to a corner where it would be used by the kitchen servants for cooking.

Odessa rubbed her lips, trying to hold back the pain that surged all over her body. She had become conscious at noon, and Lyra did a thing by applying an ointment on her wounds so they would heal quickly.

Before Lyra left her, she had let her know that bearing those wounds wouldn't stop her from taking punishments and doing other chores like the others unless the King ordered so.

She bent low and grabbed the log of wood. It wasn't so heavy, but with the state of her body, it was like hell to her. “Nonsense set of people!” she cursed inwardly, followed by a soft hiss that left her lips.

“Quick! If you slack off, there will be no meal for you tonight.” one of the guards inspecting them ordered.

She cast him a glance and began walking towards the entrance where they would pack the woods. “As if we had eaten since morning. Even the slaves in my father's palace aren't treated this way.” she thought, lips pouted.

A worn-out female passed by her. She looked so familiar that she turned to take a good look at her, only for her feet to stumble on a brick laid on the floor, and then she found herself lying on the log of wood, her arm brushed on the sandy ground.

She twisted her face, “Ahhh!” A soft groan escaped her throat.

Just as she was about to stand, a shocking wave of pain ran all over her body, causing her to quiver. Her lips dropped open, followed by another whip that drew the attention of the other females.

“Ouch! Sorry!!” she cried out, struggling to her feet. Her arms wrapped around the log of wood, tears streaming down her face. She could feel the coldness of her blood-soaked dress.

“You mustn't slack off, or you thought I was joking?” the guard yelled at her.

She sniffled, not daring to take a look at him. What she hated was the way the other females looked at her just like they avoided her as if she bore a curse that would take away their lives.

Her feet were too heavy, but then she forced it to take her to the back entrance where she dropped the wood and turned back.

She noticed she was the weakest person amongst all the females, maybe because she had lost a lot of blood and hadn't tasted anything until now.

“The male werewolf had filled the whole tank. Once these are done, they should be served their meal.”

She lifted her face to see Ronan commanding the guards.

“So, there are many male werewolves here such as the females? These people are so savage, yet the moon goddess lets them live.” she sniffled, contorting her face. “Ian and Kaz, you two will pay for all the pains I'm passing through here.” she bit her lower lips and continued walking.

Once she carried the second log of wood and turned, her gaze fell on Ronan. He was staring at her like a predator.

“What's up to him? I hope they aren’t thinking of taking me there again…..” she thought and lowered her brows before walking down.

It continued that way until they were done packing the woods, so they headed out with the guards who led them to a corner where they sat and were served.

Odessa looked at the plate of the meal and snorted, “A bread? What will this do to our body? Will this even give us strength?” she gnashed her teeth, raising her head to sight the guard some feet away from her. “I can't stand this.” She stood up.

“You that's standing, don't you want the meal? Then you can give it to someone else?” Another guard pulled her attention.

She turned to him, “Give it to someone else? Can you survive with this? Just answer me……”

“She forgot her boundaries here.” The guard approached her. “Who do you think you are to screech at me that way?” He grabbed her by the collar, followed by a heavy smack across her face that took her to the ground. The plate of bread turned over, scattering on the floor.

“The next time you raise your voice here, I will burn your skin.” The guard kicked her leg.

Her chest tightened. She wished to kick his groin and watch him beg for his life, but she was more than weak now.

She looked at the bread and gathered them into the plate. “Looks like I have no choice but to eat it. At least, I eat a better meal twice a day at my father's palace,” she mumbled under her breath, sticking her incisors on the bread.

After they were done eating, they had to get back to the cell, but on their way back, Lyra obstructed her way. “You don't have to go back to the cell any longer….”

Odessa frowned. What was she talking about?

“But you will always do the normal work as a slave…..”

Odessa opened her mouth to ask her a question, but her commanding voice halted her. “Follow me!” She was ordered, and without hesitation, she went away with Lyra.

At least, that would spare her the fury of hearing the other females gossip about how arrogant she was even as a slave because she thinks she would be given an easier life because of her status. They were already murmuring, glancing at her, and she wouldn't want to hear more.

They were unaware when she was taken away last night, and that spared their lips from talking about that.

Lyra led her into a hut–like room that bore a little foam on the floor. “You will always stay here as your room, so make sure that I don't come looking for you.” They went into the room, and she handed Odessa a sack bag. “Your clothes are here—the slave dresses for work. Mistress Pandra will take care of your attire each time you are to meet the king.”

Her eyes bulged. Did she hear her right? Meet the King? What for, again?

“You are the one whom the King needs all the time, mostly to sate his s*x cravings as a Lycan, and his blood cravings as a Kyrennei,” Lyra stated, pulling a long face.

Odessa took a hard gulp. Will Lyra be infuriated once she asks her question? She summoned the courage to do that. “So, why is it me, a wolfless female?”

“With time, you will find out. For now, focus on sating his desires so you will live longer in this clan.”

She nodded, “What if I care to know why he's cursed and also a Kyrennei? Is it because he has a Kyrennei after a Lycan that made him cursed? And is it the curse that causes darkness to hover around him?”

Lyra snorted. She didn't expect less from an Alpha Princess. “Don't cross your boundaries with questions.”

“One more,” Odessa lifted her finger. “Have you seen his face before? What does he look like?”

Lyra arched her brows, looking her in the eyes. “If you wish to live, then avoid his face.” With that, she stormed away but halted once she reached the door. “I'll be back with the ointment and a tonic that would help you heal and replenish more blood. Remember, you will be in his chamber a few days later.”

As she left, Odessa slumped to the cemented ground. Her jaw dropped in tension. “I barely survived the last time. Will I survive the next time? These people need to be killed—including that King….” She grabbed her dress and pulled it up to cover her face.