When The Crown Calls

Prologue In a kingdom where power hangs by a thread, the rogues, the lycans, and the mere wolves have lived separately for many years. 700 years ago, when the werewolf kingdom was cursed, three daughters were reborn into separate dynasties, destined and foreshadowed to marry one man and mend the dynasty of King Valerius. Thus, in kingdoms where power struggle is heavy, Saphrina, one of the three daughters, is the daughter of the rogue king, a hybrid of both wolf and vampire. Princess Ariana, the first daughter of Alpha Theron, is a pure werewolf. Also, Auder, who is a hybrid possessing the blood of both witch and wolf, is a stripper and a s*x slave of lord Killian. These three are brought together by prophecy; however, they struggle with the twist, their identities, the prophecy, and loyalty to their packs. Auder’s Point of View The dimly lit room hung on me like unfixable pieces of a shattered mirror. The only illumination was that of the moon reflecting against the glass as the day slowly creeped into the room. I closed my eyes, my lids trembling as my hands were tied behind me, fastened by a rope that sunk into my skin, making me really uncomfortable. Tears fell from my eyes slowly, the warm liquid streaming down my chin to my cheeks. My legs trembled against the wooden chair, my heart began to beat faster in an inconvenient rhythm. This pain I bear! The torture? It was part of the life I chose. I chose life instead of death, but in living, I had started dying. On some days, the sun was radiant, rain fell, peace radiated through, and on other days, I starved. My skin peeled, my body was always sore, and most of all, I felt sorry for myself and my wolf, Kaida. Sometimes I couldn't tell if I felt sorry or guilty or maybe desperation? The door suddenly jerked open. My eyes immediately went down, while I pretended like I was asleep. Maybe if I were asleep, he would leave me alone and go back. Maybe he could at least have mercy on me. But …. What was mercy to a man who craved blood? What was justice to a lawless soul? What was love to a man without feelings? Those questions banged in my chest, making it unbearable for me to understand. I muttered a prayer, those same words I repeated for over a year without answers. Was the moon goddess alive at all?Was she even listening to my prayers ?Why was she making me suffer, when she knows I'm innocent? Before I could take control of the situation, he sent the chair rushing down to the floor, my head banged the cold tiles with force, spilling out blood from the edge of my temple. Pain hitched through my skin as my wolf groaned. That was the usual way he announced his presence. He was the demon son of Alpha Theorn: Lord Killian was his name. He was cold yet handsome, bitter yet tempting, captivating but annoying. “Stand up,” he ordered, releasing the ropes that bound me… I carved on the floor, opening my eyes slowly, the room spun in an anti-clockwise direction, blurring my vision. He raised me up in a manner that sent me rushing into the walls, my back slammed against the concrete as I stared at him, the words “Please don't hurt me,” caught in my throat . However, my words fell on deaf ears, he gagged my throat, his hands strangling me… I writhed, choking on my breath, whimpering for forgiveness… “Lord Killian, I'm sorry,” I finally struggled to say. However, he dropped me to the floor, my butt landing harder on the marble floor. Tears streamed from my eyes, my voice croaked as he sat on the bed while staring at me with total disgust. It's been a year. A year of being his s*x slave. A year of being his emotional punching bag. A year of my soul being hurt and my wolf being bruised. Finally, it's been a year since her death: Princess Marcelene, the younger sister of Lord Killian whom they claimed I killed. I had no memory of killing her , yet she was found dead right beside me , her blood on my claws. She was the alpha and the Omega of my world crashing down, the reason for my punishment. Princess Marcelene was my friend, when she died I was accused of killing her, till I finally accepted the guilt. “You killed my sister, you b***h,” Lord Killian raged, staring at me from afar as I silently nodded while staring at him… “No,” I slowly whimpered. I didn't kill her, I didn't”, my voice trembled. However, no one believed me, nobody believed the fact that I didn't kill her, everyone blamed me, so I blamed myself. He walked towards me lazily as his legs swept on the floor, he dragged his feet while binding my legs with iron rims… Those rims were my biggest fear. I was his s*x slave, his personal satisfier. He finally took my legs, forcing them into the iron chain while pulling me by my hair towards the bed. A cry escaped my lips which I finally blocked with my palms. I fell on the bed with my left hands, I wanted to scream it all out, but that was what he wanted, my shout and my screams. He wanted to see the pain I felt and the agony in my voice. He wanted to make me bitter. And yes! I was bitter already, I felt like s**t , I felt disgusted with the sight of myself. He looked at me while strangling my neck. I couldn't breathe. Once again, I fell to the cold floor with force, and the chains on my feet made sounds as they hit the floor also. “You killed my sister,” he thundered, his voice sounding like the roars of many waters, just like the oscillation of the seas. “Alpha Killian, I didn't kill her intentionally,” I muttered while my breath shook as I tried to compose myself. He bent me over, ripping my clothes into pieces, and shame hung on me. My naked self revealed to him as he stared at my body with lust in his eyes. That's what he usually does; what more was my value rather than to satisfy him sexually. Staring at my bare breast, his hands took them as he gripped them together, unbuckling his trousers while thrusting deep into me without warning, like his life depended on it. He slapped my butt harder, “do it better,” he pushed me back and forth as I groaned in pain. His hips whining in unison from left to right as he stared at my bare butt slowly squeezing his fingers on my butt. “Lord Killian,” I begged for him to stop, but he did hump me like I was just a tool to be used. He continued thrusting into me, the sounds in the room were my moans, his breathless moans, and the slapping sounds of each thrust against one another. The warmth of his body against my bare body mixed with the groans of pain I released… “f**k, do it better you b***h,” I heard him say. My legs trembled as they shook in between the rims that held me in position. Thirty minutes later, I could feel peace, and as soon as I thought I could rest, water poured down my face. It was as cold as ice as it radiated through my skin… “Throw her into the dungeons,” I heard him say… Dungeons? Why? What did I do ?