The Lycan King's Little Goddess

3

“Don't worry, sister. I know you got into my man's bed and made him have s*x with you,” Abby said with an innocent expression.

I was stunned to hear those words, but what the hell was going on? Why was Abby treating me like this?

I couldn't even respond when she spoke again. “I always thought your obsession with my man would end. But it's obvious you're nothing but an ungrateful b***h. So I'm warning you, if you ever go near my man again, I'll send you to the dungeon to be tortured for the rest of your miserable life,” she said once more, making me tremble with rage.

“Abby... Why are you doing this? That man you call your mate is a f*****g rapist who stalked me for years and took advantage of my pain to sleep with me!” I shouted, unable to take it anymore.

Abby waved her hands in front of my face as she smiled mockingly. Her snobbish reaction made my wolf start to howl furiously inside me. I simply couldn't take any more humiliation. Unable to control myself, I growled so loudly that the walls of my house shook.

My whole body trembled before a wave of rage caused me to lose control. In a matter of seconds, I jumped on Abby and began hitting her in the face with all my strength, tearing her skin.

“Let me go, you're crazy, let me go now!” Abby screamed over and over in pain, trying to break free from my grip.

I wanted to kill her. I wanted her body to end up in a pool of her own blood, but just as I was about to break her neck, a hard blow to my back knocked me to the ground, knocking me unconscious.

***

My whole body ached, I couldn't even transform, as if I had been injected with some kind of drug. I couldn't even process the pain when I heard familiar voices around me.

“I want her killed! She hurt my daughter!”

“Send her to the dungeon for life!”

“That woman dared to get into our alpha's bed and tried to murder our Luna. She deserves to be banished immediately!”

The growls could be heard over and over again as my heart beat nervously. However, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I heard it one last time in the distance.

“Better kill her! We can't have a b***h like her in this pack!” said Wallas, and my eyes widened.

In front of me were bars of what appeared to be a cage, and in the distance, I could see the figure of Wallas, with dark, resentful eyes right in front of my eyes, as a wave of fury escaped from his pores.

I didn't even have to think twice as I clenched my fists. “I, Onyx Petitt, reject you, Wallas Nessborry, future beta of the pack, as my mate,” I finally said, expecting to feel the bond break.

However, Wallas remained standing, his hands on his chest, as a growl escaped his lips. What the hell? I didn't feel the bond break!

I didn't even have time to process what was happening when the caravan with the cage I was in began to move deeper into the forest.

I had no idea what was going on or where they were taking me, I only knew that my arms and neck were bound with chains while several wolves followed us.

“Onyx, they're going to sell us as slaves, we have to escape!” my anxious wolf whispered inside me.

“I know, I'll try to break this cage,” I said as I examined every inch of the huge cage.

At that moment, I saw that the buckle on the cage was bent, so without hesitation, I gathered my courage and began kicking the buckle with all my strength, causing the cage to shake.

“What the hell is going on in there?” I heard an angry growl behind me.

Without turning around, I finished breaking the cage buckle and ran out as fast as I could. “Damn it, you have to help me!” I shouted to my wolf, wanting to transform.

“I can't. The rejection has weakened me too much. You'll have to run alone,” my wolf replied painfully.

I couldn't even finish listening to my wolf when I felt a sharp lash on my back. Damn, I felt like my skin was being torn off as I fell to the ground.

“Where do you think you're going, you damn slave?” growled a huge man.

I tried to turn around and get up, but the man crouched down and hit me on the back again with the whip, making me spit blood. My claws dug into the damp earth as his hand grabbed my neck and squeezed, cutting off my breath.

“You're going to die right here, damn it!” the man shouted before burying his claws into my chest.

I felt blood gushing from my chest as my hands tried to contain the pain. I couldn't believe I was going to die like this.

Accepting my fate, I closed my eyes and waited for my painful end, but just then, a loud scream rang in my ear as the pressure on my neck eased.

I opened my eyes and, as I tried to catch my breath, I noticed blood everywhere. What the hell had happened? As soon as I managed to steady myself, I looked up and was stunned.

A huge, furious werewolf was tearing apart all the guards in its path, ripping their heads off and filling the dark forest with screams of pain and blood.

Shit, it was the first time I'd ever seen a werewolf with white fur and golden eyes. In a matter of seconds, my whole body began to shake as I crawled to the root of a tree and sobbed with fear.

But just then, the huge beast leaped and stopped right in front of me. His gaze was so intense and powerful that I was overcome with panic and wanted to prostrate myself before him.

“Please don't kill me...” I stammered, feeling my tears slide down my cheeks.

I couldn't even bear the weight of its gaze, so I closed my eyes and hugged my knees and began to shake as the huge beast brought its nose close to my head and began to sniff from my hair to my legs.

“I don't want to die...” I said once more, burying my face in my knees.

The pain in my chest was unbearable. I had lost a lot of blood and my vision was blurry. I brought my trembling hands to my chest as I felt the warmth of blood flooding my entire body, which was swaying limply to one side.

However, just as I thought I was going to fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms grabbed my waist and lifted my body up.

I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see the huge beast, but instead I saw beautiful green eyes that perfectly matched that beautiful face and blond hair. I was perplexed by that captivating, cold gaze that made me tremble from head to toe.

For a moment, I thought it was all a dream. Did such a damn attractive man exist?

With my hands covered in blood, I tried to caress his face, but I couldn't even make a simple movement when I closed my eyes and the pain in my chest increased. Was this going to be my death? Was I going to die in the muscular arms of this huge, attractive man?

***

Bicker

Hours earlier

I loved to run and take advantage of every minute of my free time to find a female wolf to f**k and satisfy my alpha libido; after all, they all spread their legs for their king. Unfortunately, none of them could satisfy me, as I knew perfectly well that my destined mate would.

In fact, as a werewolf king, my only purpose was to take care of my kingdom. However, at the age of 20, I was overcome by a strange need to find my mate, whom I had been searching for for several years, but I always returned to the kingdom empty-handed.

On the other hand, as I ran through the forest, a deafening noise filled my ears. At first I stopped and wanted to go towards the source of the noise, but before I could take a step, I noticed that my body was trembling as a delicious scent invaded my nose.

“What the hell is that? It smells delicious,” I asked myself.

I didn't even have time to think when my paws moved toward a passage in the forest, where a huge man had his enormous hands on the neck of a small she-wolf.

For a moment, everything went dark, and in a matter of seconds, there was a pool of blood under my feet.

“Damn it, you did it again!” I yelled at my lycanthrope, who had just killed more than 20 angry wolves.

The truth is that my lycanthrope had been furious and uncontrollable ever since I decided to stop looking for our mate. Even I would wake up with blood all over my clothes and lifeless bodies around me, with no idea what had happened.

“Stop whining and go find her! That girl smells delicious!” growled my werewolf, snapping me out of my thoughts.

At that moment, I turned my mind back to the girl and approached her. s**t! Her delicious scent made my whole body tingle. I brought my nose close to her neck and inhaled her scent as my heart nearly exploded.

“She... She smells like our mate, but... But I don't feel anything else,” said my anxious lycanthrope.

But just as I was about to take her, I saw blood bleeding from her chest and her soft eyes closing. I knew exactly what would happen if I didn't take care of her, so I regained my human form in seconds.

But who dared to hurt her?

I wanted to lick her wounds and heal her, but the screams of the other prisoners snapped me out of my trance. I immediately shook my head and looked at the row of cages with several wounded female wolves.

“Damn it, my king, there are more than twenty prisoners! We have to rescue them,” I heard the voice of my beta, Stoner.

I quickly shook my head and looked around. “We need to get them to safety,” I said.

“Yes, but Alpha, that girl needs a doctor urgently,” Stoner announced, pointing to the woman I was holding.

“Yes, you're right,” I said before taking the beautiful woman to one of the officers' camps.

After that, I felt terrible. Who was she? Why was her scent driving me crazy? I tried to smell her, looking for the mate bond, but I found nothing.

If she wasn't my mate, why was her scent so delicious?