Offered To The Cursed Lycan King

09

TWO DAYS LATER

“Strangely, I feel no single pity for you like I felt for that wolfless female. Which meant I would have gladly buried you if the Kings Kyrennei ended up devouring your flesh and blood….” Lyra uttered, pacing around the room, her words directed to Mistress Pandra, who was lying on the bed.

She had been lucky that afternoon that Ronan showed up and helped her out of the King's room, but that was after the King’s Kyrennei was done with her and left her lifeless in that room.

That day, she almost suffocated to death. She regretted the step she took to please the King, only to end up having a burning v****a that hasn't let her do her chores for two days.

“Don't you think the Kings Kyrennei acted weird that day? It's only his Lycan that craves s*x so badly, while his Kyrennei craves blood the most. Why did his Kyrennei end up mounting on you?” Lyra knitted her brows, staring back at Pandra, although she wasn't expecting a response from her.

She walked closer to Pandra on the bed, “No matter what happened to you, Pandra, you must sit up and dress up the wolfless slave tonight for she will sate the Lycan King's s*x craving.” her eyes burning with hatred as she looked at her face.

Pandra didn't say a word to her until she dashed out of the room heading to Greenhaven Hill where the King had summoned her.

***

Late at night, when everyone was supposed to be resting, the cries of female slaves and groans of male slaves couldn't let Odessa shut her eyes.

As if that wasn't enough, the Lycan growl began hitting her ears again, and no matter how she tried to avoid hearing them, it increased. Several times, she envisioned the Kyrennei she had met in the King's chambers and would end up concealing her face in her palms.

It was scary—damn scary.

The door burst open, and she jolted from the ground. Before she was a man—a warrior, glaring back at her. “Ronan!?” she whispered but swallowed hard, hoping that he didn't hear her mention his name. “Why are you here by this time? What about Lyra?” she asked audibly, unable to look at him.

Ronan shut the doors behind, taking slow, chilly steps closer to her. “Have you ever wondered why the werewolves and humans are rivals to the Lycans?” he responded to her with a question.

She nibbled the side of her lips. What was she supposed to give as an answer?

“Answer me, female!”

“History didn't talk about it, but we were told that the Lycans were so savage and inhuman and wished to destroy the whole world so they would rule alone,” she stated, hoping that she didn't piss him off with her words.

Ronan blinked. Is that how they made it look? After the pains they made him pass through many years ago?

“Would you tell me? Even though I hate the Lycans too, I also want to know how the enmity started.” Her voice was calm and pleasing, and it dissipated the fury that was forming in Ronan.

He cleared his throat, turning his back to her. “Nine hundred years ago…..

“Nine hundred what? Is that how far it has been? I'm just twenty-two years old and have nothing to do with such a thing.” she shook her head, clutching her arms against the other. “Does it mean that the Lycan King is over a thousand years old?”

Ronan nodded, “Your parents died at four hundred and eighty and five hundred and twenty years. And here I am, nine hundred and eighty years old.”

Her eyes widened. Was that real? Ronan looked like someone in his early thirties, yet he was……

“Do you mean that I will live that long?” she pointed at her chest.

He nodded, “Provided you aren't killed or tortured to death?”

“I can also die with all this slavery stuff.” she gestured.

“We don't let our slaves die so long as they do the needful. Unless you break the rule or do not play your role properly.” he marched three steps towards her, and she stumbled backwards. “Nine hundred years ago, the werewolves and the humans allied and set the whole Lycan Clan on fire, all because they thought we were so strong and wealthy that we would come after them anytime…

Odessa moistened her lips, recalling the burn–like scar she had seen on Ronan's arm on the day she was brought to their Clan.

“A lot of Lycans lost their lives that day. The King’s Luna, who was in labour, was burnt to death immediately after conceiving. I lost my family and my mate, and so was Lyra. In fact, everyone in this Clan has a dark past that would make them detest your type so well…..

She didn't know when her eyes became watery. Why would her species do that to their fellow shapeshifter?

“King Godric went feral that day, and that was when he knew he had a Kyrennei in him. He was able to save some people whose lives were in danger, including me and Lyra…..that's why we are by his side…” he paused and turned his back on her again.

Now, she had got to know that naturally, the King is a Lycan and a Kyrennei. She wiped her face and walked closer to him, “then, why does that darkness hover around him? He also moves in the wind and doesn't make himself visible.”

Ronan sniffled, “You will find out about that yourself when the time comes.”

Her face twisted. Why won't they answer that question? What business does she even have with it?

“Aren't you supposed to grow old by now?” She brought up another topic to cheer him up before he took her away because she understood it was the reason he came in.

He sneered, “Were your parents old when they died?”

She rolled her eyes back to her head, “Not at all! They looked so young like you.”

“Once you reach thirty years, you will not change again. However you are in your thirties is how you will be until the day you die.” he turned to her, his hair flinging from one side to another. “The King wants you to read for him tonight to soothe his Kyrennei since he believes you aren't healed enough to be mounted on.”

Her lips gapped. “Really? Then I'll happily go there….” But then, she halted, “What if he changes his mind?”

Ronan narrowed his eyes, “His Kyrennei will never, unless his Lycan craves for s*x, then you will have to position yourself for him.” his words sounded like a sharp needle in her ears.