Offered To The Cursed Lycan King

10

IN THE KING'S CHAMBER

Just as Odessa stepped her feet into the dark chamber, the door was shut behind. She looked back, but unfortunately, she couldn't see a thing, just the darkness ringing in the air.

The other night, there were four lampstands. She wondered why they were not set this time. Did the king prefer to stay in the dark tonight? It's not in her favor because she wasn't seeing a thing.

Her palm caressed the book that Ronan had handed over to her before she got into the room. “How will I read it when it's dark? Don't they realize that I have no wolf ability?” she muttered, her face lowered down.

At some point, she thought of just sitting on the floor, hoping that the King would understand the reason she wasn't reading the book. Her middle finger tapped on the book constantly, leaving a tiny sound in the air.

“What if I doze off here?” she shook her head, widening her eyes. There's no way she would bring bitterness unto herself. “They should get me light to read.” she thought, and just then, the lampstands in the four corners of the room were lit.

Her eyes sprang open. “Just now? Who did it?” she darted her eyes around the room, but it was empty just like the other night. “Maybe, I'll read to the four walls of the room.” she thought and hopped to her feet, reaching closer to the lampstand closer to her.

There, she sat and opened the book. It was a poem—a historical one. Even how the book looked would make it known that it had been for ages in their Clan.

“I'll start reading now….” she said to herself and began. Gradually, meditating on each word, she pronounced.

She enjoyed every bit of it, flipping pages, and didn't even realize how long she had been reading. She loved the fact that the room was so quiet even though she hadn't seen anyone, and she hoped it would continue that way until she left the room.

In the middle of the book, when she was done with the first page and was just beginning the second page, she heard a sound that made her stop for some time….but she resumed after not seeing anyone.

“Lyra warned me not to see his face or I'd die.” she reminded herself and swallowed hard. Her heart began pounding. She wished that the King wouldn’t expose his face to her for any reason. “What if he changes his mind?” Just as she thought of that, the loud growl of a lycan echoed in the room.

The book slipped from her palm. Her eyes tightened. “It was a romance poem. Did it arouse his Lycan? But it wasn't intense, nor did it talk about intimacy……” she exhaled hot breath, glancing at every corner of the room.

The growl came the second time, and this time, a mighty lycan emerged like a shadow.

Odessa hopped to her feet. She hasn't seen it yet, but with the shadow before her—she would be devoured by such a mighty Lycan. It was not ordinary.

She could tell that the Lycan was weird….she hadn't seen or heard of a Lycan so broad that way. The shadow she watched could tell that the Lycan was about ten feet tall or even more than that. It was so huge that there was no glimpse of her shadow any longer.

Dread overwhelmed her. Her limbs trembled.

“I have to run away from here. This Lycan is more of a beast, and I wouldn't survive if it mounts on me.” she thought, rolling her eyes to the side of the door. “One…two….three….” she took off, running towards the door.

As she reached and was about to grab the handle, she slammed her head on an iron–like body and stumbled backwards, landing with her butt on the floor.

Her head followed the shadow slowly until it lifted. To her greatest shock, it was the Lycan. How did it get her already? When she glanced back a bit, there was nothing at her back….all she could see was the shadows.

The lycan raised its head, howling into the air, exposing its claws and fangs.

Goosebumps descended on her skin. “I regret trying to escape.” she thought, shutting her eyes as the Lycan emerged closer. “Please, don't kill me.” she voiced out, scratching her fingers on the rugged floor.

Seconds later, she could hear the sniffling of the Lycan on her neck, its harsh breath sending shivers down her spine. An immense pain rushed through her lower abdomen, causing her belly to tighten.

Her heart raced, beating faster against her chest. She felt it would explode or maybe poke out through her mouth soon. She held unto herself, praying to the moon goddess to save her from the fury of the Lycan, and then its resounding growl almost made her deaf.

She felt something poking into her skin—more like its fang tearing her, but she bit her lips, secluding the loud groans that would have escaped her throat.

Suddenly, she was yanked to her feet. The sound of her dress being ripped apart made her eyes large. She panted, staring at the blank wall that she found herself facing, the huge shadow of the lycan concealing hers.

Her eyes fell on her body, “naked?” she leaned her cheek on the wall as the upper limb of the mighty lycan gripped her waist, its claws dipping into her skin, tearing her flesh. “Oh no! It's going to tear my vagina.” she thought, recalling the very day six years ago after her mini heat and how hurt she felt for days due to his thrust.

While the thought clouded her mind, she felt a hard thrust get into her, deepening more and more. It pulled out of her forcefully, yanking her waist closer, and then it pushed its groin into her the second time…..the pain was more intense than the first.

She sniffled, feeling the wetness of her face from her tears and sweat. She gritted her teeth to keep down her groan, but it couldn't last long as she let it out. “It's just okay. My leg hurts already,” she screamed louder than she had ever thought.

“Please! Please stop this!! My pink hole hurts so badly.” her voice escalated. “I beg you, Lycan King! Pardon me!! I won't try to escape again.”

He thrust deeper and deeper into her, letting out groans of pleasure within the space, his hardness getting more stuff that he wasn't thinking of letting her go.

His right upper limb rested on her neck, pinning it to the wall.

Odessa tried as much as she could to subside the excruciating pain that ran through her spine, but each of his thrusts was harder than the first.

“I can't hold on….I can't hold on any longer,” she muttered amidst tears, her legs trembling in a way that she couldn't bear to stand again. It seemed the light in the room was fading as her head began hurting her. Hot sweats dripped down to her butt.

She felt the Lycans grip on her right arm as it yanked her to the floor, forcing her to kneel with her upper body laid on the floor, and her butt raised to face it, with her legs apart a bit.

Her breathing accelerated. She couldn't contain the pain that hit her head constantly. She saw a thing in the room, and just in time, she felt she had no limbs any longer.

As she felt his shaft poke into her bruised hole, her mind faded.