The Lycan King's slave

CHAPTER THREE: MATE

"Answer me, Damien!" Brielle yelled almost in tears. When Brielle's mating mark started hurting, she dismissed the idea of Damien sleeping with that woman but when he came in just now, her scent was abundant all over him. This was not the first time it occurred. Even before Kaitlyn was introduced as his mate, such instances had been occurring frequently but she turned a blind eye. She was living in denial. But how could he betray her under the same roof! Where was his conscience!

"It just happened," Damien sat upright and tried to reach for Brielle but she took a step back. He continued, "You won't understand but these things happen with mates. I couldn't resist and..." He paused with his hands to his stricken cheek as he stared at Brielle in disbelief. She had shut him up with a slap.

"Is this the reason you refuse to sleep with me? We've been married for the past seven years and not once have you attempted to touch me. Is this the reason? Tell me the truth, you didn't just find your mate now, you've been with her since the beginning right?" Brielle confronted. She couldn't contain her emotions again and all the hurt she had suppressed engulfed her into misery.

The room was too suffocating for her and she attempted to leave but Damien caught her arm and spun her to face him. He then said,

"You were still a minor when we got married Brielle, I was trying to respect you, and besides you were still grieving the loss of your family. How could fulfill my carnal desires when you were in such a state?" Damien reasoned.

"I became an adult five years ago Damien so cut me the crap! The loss of my family? when last did you visit their graves with me if you were so considerate!"

"Brielle..." Damien was speechless. Not once has Brielle talked back at him or even argued with him. He couldn't control the situation as this new side of Brielle had never been shown to him.

"Let go of me..." Brielle yanked her arm out of Damien's grasp and ran away. When she left the pack house, Brielle had only one destination in mind, Cyphus Lake.

Unlike other werewolves, when Brielle turned eighteen, her wolf didn't appear as she and everyone expected. So instead of turning and letting her wolf run wild, she took one of the many cars in the pack house and zoomed off.

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WHITE MOUNTAIN KINGDOM

"What did I tell you about lying?!" Simon sternly asked the two children before him. The Lycan twins, Daniel and Danielle stood before Simon with glistening eyes.

"Danielle told me to take the candies. She said no one will know if I just keep my mouth shut," Daniel exposed in a fit of tears.

"And now everyone knows because of your inability to withstand pressure you weakling!" Danielle said with a roll of her eyes and Daniel cried harder at her remark.

"Danielle!" Simon called out sternly. Her brazenness must come from her mother, he thought. "I'll punish-"

"Would you stop threatening these little devils and go find us a Luna," Nathaniel barged into the room cutting Simon off. His words were light but the look in his eyes said otherwise.

"You both are grounded for a week, now go to your room and reflect on your mistakes," Simon dismissed and the twins left with Danielle taunting Daniel about how big of a sissy he was.

"What's the matter?" Damien faced Nathaniel, his eyes devoid of the gentleness they once had in the presence of the kids.

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"The leader of the red rogues... we've found his hideout." The Lycan beta deadpanned. "The red rogues have been lurking around the harbors down south. It seems they're planning something and it's not looking good. One of our intel is on their radar as we speak."

"Gather a few soldiers and meet me in front of the pack house," with his face contorted in calm rage, Simon ordered coldly and stormed out.

The red rogues were human-turned wolves. They were a failed project as they could not be controlled and hence abandoned. The creation of turned wolves stopped centuries back but someone started creating them again twenty years ago during Alpha Philip's, Simon's father, reign. Simon had only been ten then.

When Simon was twenty years old, the red rogues had infiltrated their kingdom and attacked. The attack was so neatly carried out that everyone was certain it was an inside job. Every living soul present in the pack house was massacred including Simon's father and his three siblings– An elder sister, an elder brother, and a younger brother.

Luckily for Simon, he had gone on a picnic with his sister's children together with his best friend and had escaped the attack.

Claiming the throne to the kingdom was no easy feat for a twenty-year-old but Simon had no choice. He singlehandedly built his kingdom back up from its state of ruin and became the most feared Lycan king to ever go down in history.

Unfortunately, Simon hadn't had a goodnight rest since that day. The thought that the perpetrator behind his family's m******e was still out there walking the earth freely taunted him to the point of unrest and he has long been searching for that person.

Simon stood in front of the pack house, waiting patiently for the others. Not a second later, Nathaniel arrived with five other trusted men. They all had a tense look on their faces. This was the closest they had ever gotten to catching the leader of the Red rogues.

"Let's go," Simon said, his exterior oddly calm but his insides trembled from the rage he felt. They turned into their wolves and headed down south at once.

The cool breeze against the black fur of Simon's wolf amplified his adrenaline. They ambushed the red rogue's hideout and were currently savaging them.

A rogue lunged at Simon, and he dodged to the side, then delivered a powerful kick to the rogue's chest. The rogue flew backward and slammed into a tree, and Simon followed up with a swipe of his claws, tearing a gash in the rogue's chest. Another rogue sprang at Simon from behind, but he whirled around and caught the rogue by the throat. He squeezed, and the rogue gagged and clawed at his arm. But Simon's grip was like iron, and the rogue went limp. Simon tossed the rogue's body aside and turned to face the next attacker.

Turned wolves were nothing in strength compared to Lycans and Simon was agitated at how weak they were. Their weakness got on his nerves. Instead, he went straight in to look for the stronger one - their leader.

In the middle of the thick forest stood a two-storey wood house and that was Simon's destination.

He reached the house, changing back to his human form, and he began searching the rooms. On the third door, he heard human movements, and on entering he saw a person hurriedly escaping through the window. With the physique and agility of the person, Simon made out that the person was a man. Simon quickly followed the man and chased him through the forest.

Simon's big black wolf swiftly dodged the trees as he closed in on his target. He fiercely growled when his paws grazed the body of the moving brown wolf in front of him.

The chase didn't last long as Simon jumped on top of the brown wolf and pinned him to the ground.

The brown wolf wriggled and struggled to get out of Simon's clutch but his actions were futile against Simon's powerful beast. Simon growled loudly and stared into his victim's eye. The sheer fear in them was a sight Simon never knew he needed. Without wasting much time, he bared his fangs and bit into the neck of his victim. Seemingly impatient, proceeded for the kill only to stop halfway when a loud voice rang out in his head.

"MATE!"

Simon was caught off guard when his wolf stirred and let out a joyous howl. He looked around and saw a lake some distance away. There he saw a lady swimming naked. She suddenly paused and looked in his direction, their eyes met. After that brief interaction, she scrambled away before Simon could make sense of what was going on.

"MATE!" His wolf sounded again, this time in agony from seeing his other half leaving and that was when Simon finally made sense of what was happening. He had found his mate!

With his long awaited enemy underneath him, Simon was torn between running after his mate, or finishing off his enemy.

Which was he going to pick?

Was it revenge or his mate?