Mated to the Demon Lycan

Chapter 1

Sweats trickled down my forehead whenever I sleep. My life had never been the same after that night. It was full of sleepless and haunted nights, full of my shadows, darkness, and smells of blood.

And now, I am surrounded by the things I feared again... the darkness.

"Angelica Ador, you are to be sentenced to a life-long prison for the k********g of Lady Tania Anchor." The judge's voice boomed across the court, sending sneers from some of the spectators my way.

My heart clenched at the statement, unable to refute or form any words as no one was on my side. Not even the guild master, Master Hades, who had just sold me out like my own father.

"Your Honor, I have not justified my actions and no proof was shown during this trial..."

"Silence! The judgment has been made and knows your place criminal." The judge eyed me with disgust and something darker behind his eyes and thoughts.

I turned towards my lawyer, sent in by the guild, but he was a useless fool. Hands and mouth were sewn together. Bribed to do so, not even making an effort to defend his client.

"Master Hades. Please, help me! I am innocent, you have to believe me. Master Hades!"

I shouted to Master Hades, pleaded at him with the hope that there will be an ounce of pity and love for the pitiful me whom he raised but all I saw in his eyes were greed, unlike the Master who raised me.

No, that isn't him. It couldn't be. "You are not master," I whispered to him and an evil smile formed on the fake Master's face only visible to me making me shuddered.

Filled with fury, seething in anger, I felt myself trembling, holding the urge to let hell loose. Eyes shut, I took several deep breaths, steadying myself and chanting in my heart.

'Ar-Room, white and serene, home of the angels. Mother...Mother... Please close your eyes at this disgraceful failure daughter of yours.'

My heart and breath had calmed down ever so little when a pair of heavily armed guards walked to my side with chains in their hands. They halted just a step from me and chained my hand, which instantly cut off my magic.

I gasped, noticing that these were suppressors. My core was drained instantly, leaving it empty. s**t, I am a mage, I can't part with magic, or I will die.

I didn't budge, was shocked, and lagged. The guards yanked me hard as I stumbled down from the cage.

"Move it."

My feet lagged, refused to admit defeat, refused to fall into such a scheme. I halted, causing the guard to end on his foot. Hastily, I glanced over the line of spectators and saw Lady Tania's father, Count Anchor.

"We give you our deepest condolences to Lady Tania. We all prayed for her well-being." Pretentious nobles sent their words of condolence with fake masks on their faces.

Count Anchor's eyes met mine for a brief moment and his face contorted to that of a devil in disguise.

Damn it, he is the devil incarnate itself.

"She is my beloved daughter, I trusted that criminal with her. How could she..." The devil went on babbling about Lady Tania's misfortune mixed with a sense of guilt and sorrow that was truly good acting from the likes of him.

"Move it, criminal."

The guard yanked me again, pulling me towards the exit. Sounds of clattering and snapping filled up the air. Lines of tapestries decorated the dark hall and I flinched, seeing the final door separating me from the enormous crowds.

The moment I stepped outside of the court, eyes, and sparks loomed over tiny me. Curious voices echoed all around me but none properly reached my ears.

"How many others have you kidn*pped?"

"Did you kill them all?"

"Did you do it out of greed?"

The questions came and went, but none asked the truth.

I was pushed into the carriage allocated specifically for criminals... like me. It was the very definition of a prison and prisoners with a metal bar and frame, and suppressors were placed there too and I let out a defeating breath.

As the carriage began to rock, I let my eyes wander outside, watching the judging eyes that soon turned into trees.

The time inside the carriage felt like an eternity. My heart was frantic for so many reasons. Being called a criminal, unable to justify yourself, and, most importantly, the crime I didn't commit.

My mind raced back to a week ago whilst documenting the report on my last quest near Raihen, The Beast Kingdom had a mighty Lycan as their king again.

"Lica, how was the quest?" Gladys strode towards me with daggers spinning in her hands. She then placed them on the table between us and wiped them clean hundreds of times today.

Gladys clear blue eyes locked on me, waiting with her fingers tapping on the table.

"Oh come on, I smell a male scent on you! For the first time in ... in since we had been together. It was alluring and tempting. God! Who did you lose your chastity with?"

My hand made its way to Gladys's mouth, shutting it close, and pushed her to the floor on the sudden impact.

"I... did... not... lose... my... chastity!" I whispered half shouting on top of a grinning Gladys.

"Really? But I smelled him on you. Did he mark you? Did you smooch all night long?" Gladys teased and bit my hand that was covering her mouth.

"No! But he was tempting though." I said the truth out loud.

Gladys squealed and pushed me up using her superhuman strength. Well, she's not even a human, she's a she-wolf running away from Raihen, saying that the land was too troublesome for her.

"Tch, you should have forced him. Rub yourself a little here and there. Show him a little skin and kaboom, his hard c**k is in you."

I shook my head disbelieving her but I knew there was truth in her words. The lad's facade remained in my mind until today, he is truly good-looking and well-mannered but strangely, no lass hangs around him.

"Fine... I will tell..."

The guild's door was slammed open widely, shocking the building and pulling all eyes their way. Heavily armored guards... knights made their way in, then halting at Gladys and me.

In an instant, all their weapons were pointed at us... No, they were pointing it at me.

"That's her! She did it to my daughter! Arrest that criminal!" An elderly noble who was too obvious from the way he dressed shouted from the entrance.

"Count Anchor?" I snapped my head at the voice. It was Count Anchor whom I took my last quest with, in escorting his daughter to Gran-Seer's Holy Church.

"Angelica Ador! You are under arrest for the k********g and attempted murder of Lady Tania Anchor." The head knight stepped forward as he spoke the words out loud.

"Go away you ba****d!" Gladys growled, shielding me from the guards and sending the knight sliding a few steps back.

"You beast!"

The head knight lurched forward, wielding his sword and blood sprayed in the air, followed by a flying limb.

"Gladys!"

I shouted and ran towards her. Her whole limb was attached and I snapped my head towards the limping knight. His eyes were bloodshot staring at Gladys and me.

The carriage halted, awakening me from my memories and the door clicked open. Smells of rotten bodies filled up the air as I laid my eyes on the gloomy and dark towers, deadly prison.

I didn't realize we passed the portal. Was I put down to sleep the whole journey?

The guards halted me for inspection and soon after, they dragged me into the hallway and the air inside was dense and nauseating. The aura was beyond imagination. Despair was not enough to describe it.

My eyes landed on the writing in the hallway, written in... not Astella's language. I scrutinized my eyes and scanned the word one by one, 'Oginwald Prison'.

"Oginwald?!" I half shouted my lungs out. This isn't the prison I was supposed to be in.

"Hey b**ch! Missed me?" A husky male voice boomed in the dark hallway, halting me and the guards.

"Welcome to my lair."

I bit down my tongue when his face came to light. It was one of the criminals I caught during my mission. It was years back and I barely remember his name.

What is he doing here? Outside of his cells? Roaming free like a free-man.

"Hey." The guard flinched. "Why is a criminal roaming around like a free man?"

Aghast, the guards shuddered and took retreating steps back. "W-we .. we don't know."

"Don't you dare ignore me! This is my lair, those are my minions." The man lurched forward, jumped down the balcony, and landed hard on the ground, sending the ground trembling.

"Finally, you are here and... mine." I shuddered at his words.

His hand reached the collar of my shirt, lifting me off the ground, and brought me closer to his face. His breath was disgustingly stinky, and his face was scarred beyond ... what I did in the past. His cheekbones were contorted disgustingly, his eyes weren't in their socket and his head was now bald, with scars all over.

"Little b***h! I am going to f**k you! Over and over like how f**ked up you made my life." Shivers ran down my spine, sending hairs that stood up on my back.

"Cursed you!"

My leg went up in the air and I kicked him hard in the face, causing him to stumble back and loosen his grip on me. I landed hard on the floor but by the time I looked up, his big hand grabbed me and threw me to the wall.

My vision blurred and hot liquid trickled down my forehead. Sounds of crackling rang in my ears. Was it the wall? Or my bone?

Sh*t, I think it's the latter one.

The criminal gripped my leg, dragged me towards him, and lifted me. My body was upside down and tossed on his shoulder. Sounds of shrieking came from afar when another guard appeared and went away.

"I am going to teach you how to beg, b***h."

My head swayed right and left, being dragged to God knows where, when suddenly I was thrown away. My body landed on a soft surface.

My body turned around, taking in the surroundings of a door, no window, and a towering stinky criminal whose name I still can't remember.

I crawled to the wall, my back leaning close on the wall and eyes not budging an inch away from the criminal.

"Oh ho, you are scared, aren't you? I love it, the smell of fear and..." I let out a yelp when he tore my already tattered clothes and threw them in the air, leaving me with nothing on.

"Smells of woman's sweet sticky nectar leaking out of pleasure." The criminal licked his lips and his eyes were full of lust, sending me to crawl back onto the wall.

He took his belt off and walked towards me, hands gripping my arm and tied it hard, hanging it up, leaving me wide open.

I gasped and squirmed.

His hand went down to my thigh and ran its course up, sending me choked and the hot liquid trickled down. Hot tears streamed down my face when he tore me apart.

"Now b**ch, let me make that p***y yours wet and mine."

God, please. Please, save me.