BETWEEN TWO LYCANS

From Slave To Noble

Elsa felt her heart drop to her stomach, it couldn’t be. Her uncle hated her surely, but he would never do that. The lycans were feared and detested among the werewolves. Her pack along with many others had left their beautiful and fruitful land to isolate themselves here far away from the lycans. No form of inter-relationships was allowed, it was considered a taboo and a crime against the law, punishable by death. Her uncle wouldn’t dare it.

“Shut up, Ryder!” She shouted. “My uncle would never risk his life for money, he’s a dishonest man, but he would never.”

“It was my father’s idea not his.” He said somberly. “My dad found out we were mated and heard from Veronica what… she had seen this afternoon in the locker room and it worried him, so he wanted to get rid of you, but he never forced it on your uncle. He had the freedom to say no.”

“So, it’s all because of you…”, She said.

“I know, Elsa. That’s why I’m here to help you.” He replied. “Just accept my offer and allow me protect you.”

“You aren’t here to protect me, you bastard!” She said in anger. “You’re here to deceive me into getting what you want. Why should I even believe a thing you say?” She immediately turned and climbed back up her window.

“Fine then, by tomorrow you’ll see it and believe but it’ll be too late then”, he shouted after her.

He could be right, she knew that, but what choice was she left with then. If she could die, she would even take it at this point than to follow Ryder and resume her misery but with a worse captor this time, Veronica.

She shut her window, and turned back to her packing. Ryder was only a liar and a manipulator. She had a trip to prepare for.

***

Elsa couldn’t lie to herself, she was terrified. She didn’t know how she had fallen asleep last night but the next morning had come in the twinkle of an eye.

She stepped outside with her uncle, bag in hand, heart in throat. She watched a large figure approach them. ‘Was that perhaps him?’ She wondered.

“Hello, Elsa. Hello, Mr. Carter. I’m Andrews, I’ll be your driver today”, he said firmly, his face unmoving.

“Oh, dear!” Elsa subconsciously muttered. Everyone was right about the lycans. Every feature on this man’s face was unattractive in every perspective. He was a horrid-looking fellow.

She could see a Rolls Royce parked behind him. Her uncle entered into the car in a split second and she followed.

“Did you really prepare a driver for a business trip?” She asked, but he kept silent as he looked away through the window.

She already knew the painful answer to that. This was no business trip, he was delivering his own niece as a slave to the most brutal creature to ever live and here she was, accepting her fate, what other choice was she given? She had lost all purpose in life, even death would be a blessing now.

It was a long journey and Elsa was an anxious and nervous wreck throughout. She began to think of many things.

What if she had actually accepted Ryder’s proposal? Wouldn’t it have been far better than getting shipped off to a ruthless king? Could this be an even more terrible decision than being tormented by Veronica the rest of her life?

By the time they had gotten to their destination, it was already the next morning and even amidst her anxiousness, Elsa couldn’t help but be fascinated by the amazing estate. Her uncle’s mouth gaped open at the sight. There was not a single estate in her pack and this was quite magnificent to behold.

He stopped the car in front of a beautiful flat. “You shall reside here tonight,” Andrews said as he opened the car door for her. She got down and was surprised when her uncle did too.

“Irene!” Andrews called and a young blonde girl ran towards them. “Take her in, and show her to her chambers!” He ordered and Irene carried Elsa’s bags.

“Come with me ma’am, I’ll show you in”, She said with a bright, welcoming smile.

“This is it, right? The trip you had in mind. To sell me to the most fearful creatures in our world as a slave.” She said to her uncle, disgust written over her face. She couldn’t just leave without saying anything to him, she still couldn’t believe that her uncle would go this far to get rid of her.

“You will not be a slave here.” He replied.

“You sound so sure, one would think you were the Lycan King yourself!”

“Elsa! You won’t understand it now but it’s for your own good.” He said with conviction.

“What good?! Have you forgotten who these people…?” She stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Andrews ruthlessly glaring down at her. “… Or you did it for your own good rather, to get rid of this pain in the ass.”

“It was a difficult decision for me to make, Elsa, but you wouldn’t have had a better life than this in that pack, trust me.” He said, his face somber and if Elsa didn’t know any better, she would have sworn that he sounded sincere.

“If this is the way you saw it fit to end the daughter of your beloved late sister’s life, then I don’t ever wish to see your face again.” She said, turning her face from him and following Irene into the building.

Her heart broke into a million pieces as she walked away from him, he was the last bit of family she had left. And even after all he had done to her, she still loved him; he was her uncle after all.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” Irene asked, noticing the tears welling up in her eyes.

“I am…”, Elsa replied, entering the building. “And why do you keep calling me ‘ma’am’?”

“What else am I supposed to call you, my lady?” She asked looking distraught.

“'My lady’?!” Elsa exclaimed. “Why would you call me that? What is going on?”

It was at that moment that Elsa took cognizance of where she was. A beauty to behold indeed! In all her days, she had never witnessed a sight so beautiful. Golden chandeliers lit up every corner and the polished marble floors reflected their glory. The diamond-plate decorations adorned the walls, the splendid artworks, the kind she had never seen in all her existence. The gold-carved furniture was almost not as impressive as the scent of petals that filled the air. Elsa looked down to see that she was on a trail of petals. She blinked hard, feeling her eyes must be failing her.

Irene noticed this and said: “His Majesty really put a lot of work into all this, he worked all through yesterday to make it perfect for my lady.”

“What the hell?” Elsa muttered to herself in utter confusion as her eyes caught the servants in uniform lined up at the corners of the room. It wasn’t adding up, was this supposed to be a slave’s residence? Was she in a dream?

Her bedroom was a work of art, everything in it screamed femininity and Elsa could see that truly, a lot of work had been put into her living arrangements.

‘But why?’ She wondered.

“Have a rest, my lady. The table for your breakfast will be set soon.” Irene said before leaving her alone.

She collapsed on her king-sized bed in exhaustion. This was it. She was never returning back to that life, to that place. Yet her head raked in confusion, wasn’t she sold as a slave? What was she then doing in such paradise being treated as nobility?