Enslaved by the lycan king

Raging thoughts

ALYSSA’S POV ~~

"Answer me, why did you call out your name when she died?"

"I do not know what you’re talking about."

"And I never forget a face or a scenario that happened, so explain yourself, my lady." He called to me, and I couldn’t help but gulp. I could tell he sensed my nervousness. Truly, I have just been a coward, but I couldn’t get caught, not right now, not like this, not when I have not accomplished anything.

"Just who are you?"

"Like I said, I do not have an idea of what you’re saying; maybe you misheard me that day; there’s no way I would ever call my name for no reason." I explained quickly before I slipped out of the spot where my back was leaned against

"I really don’t want to talk about that, nor do I want to remember you striking down someone you cared about," I explained quickly. He looked at me for a brief moment like he was studying me before he sighed, put his hands back behind his back, and gave me a small bow.

"I’m sorry for my rash questioning; I do hope we get along."

"That’s highly impossible." He smirked, coming closer to where I was again. I could have just fled since I was at the door, but the commanding aura he had made me stand still, his smirk dropping as he looked me dead serious in the

"And if you give me any reason to suspect that you have any motive against his majesty and the crown, you will regret lying to me."

"And why would I ever believe a person who hides behind a mask to kill people? I thought you were good people after what happened at Tarver. I’ve said too much."

I called, stepping back before giving him a small bow.

"I hope we do not meet too often, my lord." "It’s Cole."

He corrected his eyes on me, still hoping for me to have another slip-up.

"Sir Cole," I called before leaving him in the pavilion. Truth be told, I wanted to stay there longer to explore, but he made me so uncomfortable that I just had to avoid him. Moon knows how long I have before he cracks me open like an egg and my secret comes spilling out.

I relaxed at the end of the hall to the familiar wooden doors of my chambers, opening them and closing them before anyone could come and see the state I was in—the state I tried so hard to hide. At my worst, I was tired, but I still had to do this. I remembered earlier that I had almost given myself to the king. His scent does something to me; I just couldn’t explain it, but he felt all too familiar.

Yet he felt like a bright burn that, if it came too close to me, would leave a bad mark that I couldn’t get rid of. He is dangerous. The way his eyes alone could make me feel like I was sinking in a gray ocean—those were his eyes,

He was by far the most handsome man I had ever met, and though I never had a relationship with anyone, he made me feel things, but my mind kept on going to the masked stranger that saved me at the bar, though the memories are hazy.

He is still fresh in my mind. Maybe if he recognizes me when I meet him, he could help me escape from this place! He wasn’t like the rest of them, who blindly followed the king’s orders. I felt I could trust him, but all that was left now was to actually find him.

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It was already night, and I had walked to the public bath where other consorts and concubines gathered to bathe themselves, all in the hopes that they would maybe be called one day to serve in the king’s bed. As I entered, they all stopped washing their bodies; there were their concubines as they looked at me with disdain.

"If it isn’t the little old maiden," One of them called while the others snickered, and I did not answer them. I could have just bathed in my private bathroom, but I had no hot bath and could not send a maid so late to bring me hot water.

So instead I opted to go to the maiden bathhouse that was a natural hot spring, the only one being located near things quarters and that was private meant for him, but I didn’t know that yet.

The three looked at me, hoping for a response, but I didn’t want to give them that satisfaction. As I removed my clothes as I bathed, scrubbed my body, and did today’s activities, they all looked mad. Clearly, they could smell the king’s heavy pheromones he may have unintentionally poured on my body, making me embarrassed as my cheeks turned pink. I repeated to myself to ignore until I was done.

Putting on my bathrobe and leaving the hot spring, only to be dragged back by the hair, instantly ousted her, making the others gasp.

"Do not take my silence for stupidity; I do not want to fight with you, so let me be."

"So just because you have gotten into his bed makes you think you’re higher than us? What do you have that we don’t? Did you put a hex on his majesty?"

I felt like laughing, like this was some sick joke. After my hectic encounters this morning, I was so sick of it and sick of them that I just left them, going back to my chambers as my breath hastened.

not forgetting to lock the doors before I laid on the bed, shutting my eyes tight even though there was no wink of sleep yet; my body was tired but not my mind.

But why was I still thinking about the king? Why was I thinking about the man who ordered the assassination of my father? And why do I feel this way?" "