My Untamed Mate

CHAPTER 2: LYCAN KING

Adira's Point of View

The horrified screams became more intense. I could spot houses being burned and strange warriors raiding every home—killing some and taking others.

I tried to get up but realized I was tied to the altar. As I struggled to get out, people among the crowd were being killed. It was only a matter of time before they saw me.

“Adira!” I heard my granny’s voice. She had climbed the altar from behind. She rushed to untie me. “We have to leave now! They are killing everyone!” As she untied the ropes, her hands were shaking. I could tell she was frightened.

We quickly left the altar and began running. We weren't sure where to go. They were going into every house, so we couldn’t go there. I had issues with the Alpha’s son—he could kill me if we went to the palace. All we could do was run in the opposite direction of any warrior we saw.

Until one of them caught us. He sneered at us, his clothes stained with the blood of the people he had killed. I took my granny behind me and glared at him.

The werewolf smirked and brought out his claws. He charged toward us. I picked up a burning piece of wood and threw it at him. It hit him, giving us time to run.

We were not fast enough. He caught up in no time and struck his claws at me. My granny quickly used her body as a shield.

I screamed in horror as I watched my granny fall in pain.

“Granny!” I cried out, holding her. “Granny…”

She forced a smile. “My baby, get up and run. Don’t look back. I will always be with you.” She pushed me away.

I didn’t want to leave her, and she knew it. So, she struggled to stand up and used her body to hold the werewolf. I had no choice but to keep running. While tears ran down my cheeks like rivers, I kept running, feeling helpless.

Just as I thought I was almost safe, a werewolf warrior stopped me with one blow and knocked my body to the ground, leaving me weak and stressed.

And just like that, I was dragged like an animal and locked in a cage with other ladies. I felt too weak to move. The chaos was beginning to reduce—because they had conquered the pack.

I watched as they dragged my grandma’s body along with others and threw them into a burning house. I whimpered in pain and slowly lost consciousness.

And just like that, a year passed. I was locked up in a cage by the slave traders. The other ladies who had been with me from the beginning had either been sold or died in the same cage.

The ugly slave trader walked in with a frown on his face. He stared directly at me.

“I don’t care what people say. I will sell you no matter how many years it takes!” he spat, clearly annoyed.

I smirked, making him more upset. He had tried to sell me, use me to work for him—every effort was in vain. I was too stubborn for him.

A Lycan walked in, startling the slave trader.

“Sir, to what do I owe this visit?” the slave trader asked, clearly nervous. That meant this Lycan wasn’t just anyone.

“I’m looking for the perfect slave,” he said, sounding uninterested. Behind him stood a Beta warrior.

The slave trader quickly pointed to the fair lady at the other side of the cage.

“She was also the daughter of a wealthy werewolf. Rumours say her touch can calm a storm. There are people lined up for her, but I want to give her to someone worthy,” the trader said with a smile.

The Lycan looked at the fragile, scared lady. He scoffed.

“She won’t last a week, not even a day. Just the scary look from people will make her pee her pants.”

The Beta warrior chuckled at the mocking tone.

“I have other tough ladies—former Beta warriors who were conquered,” the trader added, trying to show him to the other cage.

As soon as the Lycan’s eyes met mine, he smiled.

“Who is this werewolf staring at me so viciously?”

“She’s a nobody. I couldn’t get any reasonable information about her, and I wouldn’t recommend her. She’s untamed…”

“Untamed?” The Lycan raised a brow.

“Everyone who attempted to buy her has been hurt. She doesn’t let anyone come close to her. I’ve been thinking of killing her, but I suffered a lot bringing her to this pack. She’s also hard to kill. No matter how little the food is, how much I starve her, she just won’t die—and still has the strength to fight, even when she’s only an Omega. She’s too dangerous—”

“She’s perfect,” the Lycan smiled like an i***t.

What the hell! Did he just hear all that was said?

The slave trader wasted no time preparing a contract. He had been waiting for this day since I arrived.

“I’ll quickly prepare her,” he said and rushed to bring his warriors.

They brought me out of the cage using the long chain around my neck. They were all careful not to come too close.

Although I could still fight, I chose not to. If he was indeed a powerful person in this pack, maybe I’d be able to get to the Lycan King—the one who ordered the raid on my pack and killed my granny.

The Beta warrior of the Lycan took me with him, following the slave trader’s instructions and keeping his distance. It had been a year since I stepped out. I had forgotten how calm the wind could be, how noisy people were, how peaceful the world felt.

We arrived at a huge palace. It was magnificent and beautiful, adorned with flowers.

Could he be the Lycan King?

The Lycan turned to me with a smile.

“Dear feisty one, you are allowed to act as you please.”

A dagger was thrown at me by the Beta warrior.

What does this mean? Do they want me to kill someone?

I took the dagger and followed them. We arrived at a hall. My lips parted slightly when I saw the Lycan King. He was sitting on his throne. Different subjects surrounded the hall. I had assumed he would be old and wicked like the rumours said—but he was young, probably two or three years older than me. He had scars on his hand. He was handsome, but his aura screamed danger, making it impossible to admire his beauty.

“Brother, I have brought the perfect slave for you,” the Lycan smirked, and his Beta warrior dragged me forward, then let go of my chain.

The Lycan King stood up and walked toward me. His eyes narrowed. His dark, curly hair dangled as he walked. All bowed, feeling overwhelmed by his presence. I refused to look away and held the dagger quietly.

For my granny!

I stabbed him in the chest as soon as he came closer. The dagger sank into his skin. He groaned in pain, and I could almost feel the grin of the Lycan who had purchased me.

“Mate…” I heard the calm voice of the Lycan in my head.