Nightshade MC; The Lycan Princes' Bunny

ATHENA “Seduce the Lycan king, Athena. Make him fall for you and take you in.” Alpha Falcon was seated on the couch across me, legs crossed with the smoke from his cigarette curling around him. I pulled the sheets closer to my heaving chest. I didn't know when he got into the room. The thick smoke from his cigarette had woken me up, and now that I was staring at his figure on the couch, I almost freaked. But that wasn't even my problem. His words. Seduce. Lycan King. My ears rang. Was he sending me on a suicide mission? Everyone knew the Lycan king was an indomitable force. Ruthless, scheming, and deadly. No one dared cross his path unless they had a death wish, and this man was making such a request? “That's ridiculous, Alpha. I can't–” He cut me off. “There's no room for objection, Athena. Your father thought he was smart by offering you to me to clear his debt. He thought I wouldn’t know you were afflicted with moonsbane.” I gulped. Only my father and I had that information, and it was part of the reasons why he detested me. “Listen, Athena. I know you have less than 3 months to live. If you do a good job, I'll consider granting you freedom. That way, you get to enjoy your numbered days. If you mess with me…” He paused, gaze radiating something dark. “You'll spend the rest of your days at my brothel as a s*x toy.” My entire body trembled. He dropped the remnant of his cigarette and crushed it with his boots before leaving me in the room. I have never been this scared and helpless in my twenty-one years of existence. Alpha Falcon was a ruthless scheming bastard who could go the extra mile to get what he wanted. I have been a prisoner in his home. I don't know the business transaction he had with my father, but he showed up at our house a few days ago to violently whisk me away, and my father stood in the doorway and watched it happen. He didn't move. He didn't protest. No matter how much I pleaded for him to intervene. He just stood there and watched me cry miserably like my fate had been decided, and Alpha Falcon was only doing what needed to be done. I've always known my father detested me for being an omega. He always called me worthless and said I was of no use to him. He abused me in ways a child should never be treated when I was growing up, and he would hit my mother whenever she tried to shield me from his wrath. After her death, things became worse when he found out I had Moonsbane– a chronic illness common amongst werewolves. My wolf had become dormant a long time ago, and the illness was slowly consuming my immune system. When the doctor told us a week ago that I had less than three months to leave, my heart shattered into nothingness. I thought that would make him treat me better, even if it was out of pity, but the situation became worse. I got off the bed and headed for the door. I bawled my fists and banged on it continuously till my knuckles hurt, and the guard on the other end pulled the door open. He was glaring daggers at me, but I couldn't care. I had seen worse. “I need to see the Alpha.” I said, trying to sound as firm as possible. Rather than letting me go, he swept a condescending gaze across me, and I gritted my teeth. “If you don't let me see him, I'll do something drastic.” He let out a daring chuckle like he was wondering what I could possibly do. My jaw tightened, and I turned to the table where Alpha Falcon had left his glass. I grabbed it and smashed it against the wall, and shards were flying over the place. Shock flashed in his eyes. I picked one of them and held it to my neck, letting it prickle my skin a little. “If you don't let me out of here this minute, I'll hurt myself. I presume you are ready to explain to him how I died under your watch.” His jaw ticked, and he stepped out of the way reluctantly. Another guard led the way to Alpha Falcon's study, and when I pushed the door open, my stomach churned. Alpha Falcon was seated on the couch, head thrown backwards, hand violently gripping the hair of a blonde kneeling between his spread legs. Her head was bobbing up and down his shaft, and his groans were animalistic. His head whipped to the side, and his jaw tightened. “Leave!” He ordered, and the blonde scurried out like a scared bunny. He tucked himself into his pants and approached me with predatory steps. For each step he took, I took another one back till my back crashed against the wall, and he pinned me in place. “I could have your head for interrupting me, Athena.” His voice was a low ragged breath. “Or better still, make you finish up from where she stopped….” “No… please‐” My lips were trembling. His huge frame pinned me in place, giving me no room to move or even breathe. He finally moved away, and a relieved sigh escaped me. “What do you want?” His mischievous smirk from earlier was now replaced with an irritated gaze. “I'll do what you want. But please, I need a chance to see my father before you send me to the Lycan king.” He grabbed a pen on his desk and flicked off the cap in one swift movement, then slammed his fist against the desk. “Do you know whom you are dealing with, Athena? I am your master. You are in no place to make requests.” “I know… but please. I need to speak to him and get a few potions that sustain me when my condition gets critical.” His eyes were fixed keenly on me like he was trying to see through me and detect a lie. “I'll be back before dawn. Can I possibly escape from you? You rule clawstone, and it'll only be stupid on my path if I try to run.” “Don't mess with me, Athena.”