The Lycan's Hated Mate

Chapter4

Tortured by Desire

Elena's POV

I was in shock. It felt like a fever dream. Adrian, the Lycan King, was kissing me right in front of my house. Panic welled up within me as I worried that someone might see us, but I couldn't resist the intoxicating sensation of his lips on mine.

His strong hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss. His lips were warm and demanding, and it felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to stop him. He kissed me passionately, and it was like a fire ignited within me.

When he finally released me, he smirked, his words sending shivers down my spine. "A guard will arrive at your door later. You are moving to the castle."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, stunned and breathless. Adrian had always been a man of few words, but what the actual f**k just happened?

As the reality of the situation sank in, excitement bubbled up inside me. Did he regret rejecting me? Did this mean I was going to be accepted back into society? Could it be that I was going to be queen, ruling alongside the enigmatic Lycan King?

The possibilities were exhilarating.

With newfound hope, I rushed inside to pack my belongings, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions coursing through me. My life was about to change, and I was ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.

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A guard did indeed arrive, and I followed him to the castle. As I stepped inside, I was awed by the grandeur of the place. The castle was a magnificent structure, with towering walls and ornate decorations. It was a stark contrast to my humble home in Crescent Harbor.

The guard led me to my room, which was spacious and beautifully furnished. It felt like a palace compared to what I was used to. Before I could even relax, Adrian walked into the room, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

"How are you doing?" he asked, and I blushed, stammering out that I was doing well.

Then, I couldn't help but grin and ask the question that had been burning in my mind, "What made you change your mind?"

He shrugged casually, replying, "So-so."

I smiled and said, "Thank you. I was already planning on leaving."

Adrian's expression turned serious as he stepped closer, and I asked what he meant.

"I want you to get something straight," he said. "You are here for my pleasure. I already have a Luna, a queen, and someone I have chosen to be my mate. Not you. You are here to satisfy my pleasure."

My eyes welled up with tears as I struggled to comprehend his words. "What?" I whispered in disbelief.

He touched my face gently, his fingers trailing along my skin. "You are beautiful," he said in a low, seductive tone. "You are sexy, and s*x with one's true mate is indeed different. I want you. You seem too easy to control, too willing to be at my mercy. I like that."

I pushed his hand away from my face, anger and hurt coursing through me. "How dare you!" I exclaimed. "I am not a pet or an object! I need to leave, now."

I grabbed my things, intent on leaving, but Adrian was faster. He dragged me back and pushed me against the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Where do you think you're going?" he sneered. "You're not leaving this castle, not now, not ever. You eat in your room, bathe in your room. I don't want to see you outside of your room, and if you dare, you'll be in very big trouble."

"No," I protested, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and desperation. "I will not be your prisoner. Never."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I pleaded with him, my voice cracking with emotion. "Even though I'm hated by the entire community, I don't want to be a prisoner. I'm already isolated enough."

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I dropped to my knees, my hands clasped together in a plea. "Please, please let me go. I beg you. Please."

The room seemed to close in on me as I sobbed, the weight of my situation crashing down on me. "Please, I need to go. I promise I won't even care that you were my mate. Just please let me go. I'll do anything."

Adrian raised an eyebrow, his expression cold and unforgiving. "You just signed your death warrant, Elena." His voice was devoid of any sympathy, and I felt a sinking dread settle in my chest.

I couldn't believe what was happening. Adrian's demand sent shockwaves through me. "Strip," he commanded, and my voice choked out a weak, "What?"

He repeated himself, his tone cold and unyielding. "I said strip. Don't worry; I won't hurt you. Just yet."

Tears streamed down my face as I asked, "Why are you doing this?"

Adrian simply hummed, offering no explanation other than, "Because I can."

He continued, "Either you strip, or I call the guards to help you strip."

I reluctantly agreed, my voice trembling. "Fine, fine."

I stood up, my hands shaking as I began to remove my clothes. I took off my shirt first, tears falling freely as I did so. Then, my jeans came off, leaving me in just my underwear.

I stopped, and Adrian's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Do I need to repeat myself twice for you to continue?"

With trembling hands, I obeyed his command, removing my bra and panties. This was the first time I had ever been bare in front of a man, and it was awful. My body shook with fear and humiliation as I stood before him, exposed.

As he stepped closer, my n*****s hardened, and I couldn't help but plead, "Please... Please, don't…"

Adrian didn't seem to care about my distress. His hand reached out, touching my hardened n*****s, and then he cupped my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine. My body was trembling uncontrollably, and I felt utterly helpless.

He stared into my eyes with a disturbing mixture of disgust and fascination. "You're so delicate," he remarked, his voice filled with a perverse satisfaction. "It disgusts me, but at the same time, I find it... intriguing. I can do whatever I want."

Then, he roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair, causing me to cry out in pain as more tears streamed from my eyes. "I don't want to hurt you," he warned, "so don't make me."

Despite my fear and desperation, he kissed me forcefully, claiming my lips, my nose, my neck. His words were a sinister promise. "Be a good girl, and I promise to make your stay here worthwhile."

After he left, I collapsed to the ground, my body wracked with sobs. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I felt violated, helpless, and utterly alone. I didn't want to live in this nightmare.

I crawled to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Panic consumed me as the walls seemed to close in, and I struggled to catch my breath. It felt like I was experiencing claustrophobia, trapped in this terrible reality with no way out.

I continued to bang on the door, desperate for someone to hear me. "Please, please let me out. I need to breathe, please!" I cried out, but there was no response. I crossed my legs, hugging myself tightly as I cried, feeling utterly trapped and helpless.

Hours passed, and no one came to give me food or even acknowledge my existence.

I couldn't get up and say on the ground in fear. I was frozen.

It wasn't until the next day that the door finally opened. My eyes were wide open, bloodshot from crying, and Adrian stepped into the room, carrying a tray of food.

He seemed almost amused as he said, "Oh, please don't tell me you stayed like that."

My first instinct was to run for the door, but Adrian was quick to lock it, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He placed the food on the bed and helped me to my feet. "If you be a good girl," he began, "then maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you out for some fresh air. But come."

He guided me to the bed and brought out a rope, tying my hands behind my head. Panic surged through me as I asked, "What are you doing?"

Adrian's response sent a chill down my spine. "Something I've always wanted to try."

He positioned me so that my belly was facedown on the bed, my bare buttocks exposed, and I couldn't help but shout, "No! No, please, please don't do what you're planning to do. Please!"

A loud smack echoed through the room as I bit my lip to stifle a scream. A whip had struck my exposed skin, and Adrian's warm breath ghosted over the spot before he struck me again, and again, each time sending searing pain through my body.

Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded for mercy, my voice growing hoarse with each agonizing strike. The pain was unbearable, and I had no idea how much more I could endure. But then, mercifully, he stopped.

Adrian released me, and I collapsed into his arms, my body drenched in sweat, my eyes still red from the pain I had endured. Breathless, I pleaded with him, "Please, please let me go. I can't do this. It's not for me."

He smiled at me, a chilling expression. "I'll let you go if you're willing to run away naked."

I stammered, "What? What... I..."

Before I could finish my sentence, a sudden knock on the door interrupted us. Adrian went to open the door, revealing a girl with fiery orange hair standing outside.

Adrian frowned and demanded, "Morrigan, what are you doing here?"

But Morrigan's eyes were fixed on me, and she frowned as she said, "So, this is what you've been up to."

She looked at me and ordered, "Get up and leave right now."