One Rotten Night With The Lycan

Episode3

Luciana

I felt a tightened knot in my throat as the voices downstairs echoed in my ears.

It was finally the night of the Lycan King's arrival and he was already downstairs. Every second that passed since his arrival made my body shiver even more. It felt like I was closer to my doom.

There was an unsettling knot in my throat and it got louder whenever Father's laughter echoed through the walls of the building.

I would give anything to go downstairs and listen to everything he was telling the Lycan King but I was banned from coming downstairs until the dinner was over.

I went over to my bed and slumped on it. My heart caved in and tears rushed down my face. I was feeling wretched and helpless.

If only my mother were here. She'd never allow my Father to sell me off to the most despicable man I've ever heard of.

If only there were someone who could save me right now. If only my mate hadn't rejected me. Maybe he'll be here and he'll stop Father…

“Luciana,” Father's croaky voice outside my door put a stiffening halt on my thoughts.

I quickly went to open the door. He wasn't alone. My stepmother and Blair were with him. I was going to plead one last time but Father beat me to it.

“It's time to go, my dear. Your mate is waiting for you in his car. Don't keep him waiting.”

There wasn't any part of his words that gave room for me to actually plead that he change his mind. His expression didn't give me that hope either.

He had that greedy glint in his eyes and it was always there whenever he felt like he hit the jackpot. Right now nothing mattered more to him than whatever he was getting out of this deal with the Lycan King.

So no amount of pleading and crying would make him change his mind. My stepmother and Blair looked way too ecstatic to even give a thought to my pleading so it was gonna be worthless if I tried.

The best thing for me to do would be to accept my fate and pray I don't get beheaded by the Lycan King.

I took a deep breath and picked up my luggage. Father led the way as we headed outside. There was a limo waiting in our rocky dark street.

“Be good,” Father said, signaling that he was letting me go alone from this point. “Try to please him in every way he demands. Don't ever say no to him. Do you understand?”

I nodded, forcing a smile when I wanted to cry. I took another look at my stepmother and Blair and God, these people really hate me. They really want me gone. There wasn't any trace of sadness in their eyes. They would scream and dance for joy right now if they could.

It broke my heart into bits but also strengthened it at the same time. Realizing they never really cared about me should make me not feel too bad about going away from them.

I just pray my life with the Lycan King would be a teeny bit better.

The grumpy-looking suited-man standing near the car door opened the door for me and I went inside.

The door shut and a few minutes later, the car began moving.

I dried my eyes repeatedly and finally looked up. My breathing choked at the figure sitting on the other seat in the car, close to the window.

I was too wrapped up in my agony that I didn't notice him for the first few seconds that I entered the car.

He was dressed in a complex but exquisite-looking all-black outfit. His hair was a neat pompadour haircut and he had really long legs. His side profile was perfect. Never seen such a perfectly shaped jawline and neatly maintained facial hair. He was one hell of a fine sight and I couldn't bring myself to look away.

I swallowed a gasp when he slowly turned his face in my direction. How could anyone look this handsome? It was another level. Like a deity kind of handsome. A mini god. His eyes were grey and piercing. Coldly piercing. It brought harsh goosebumps to my skin.

I couldn't help but look down with a gulp. His eyes stayed on me, I could feel them. He was eating up every inch of me. Like a very strict buyer checking out his commodity.

And I might not wanna believe it, but God, is he the Lycan King?

If he really is, then I can't help but feel like I've been tricked my whole life. The rumors didn't do him justice at all. He was described as a despicable man with hideous looks who turns into a monster at night and devours his prey.

This man looked like he was sent directly by the moon goddess. He looks ethereally powerful. The kind that makes you wanna worship him at first sight. He has an overly confident and dominant aura around him that was unapologetically making me feel a little too inferior and insignificant. Also like I didn't deserve to exist in the same space as him.

I thought I heard a low, animalistic growl and it made me shudder. But it must have been my imagination. It was just the two of us in here. That growl didn't come from either of us.

Still, I couldn't explain what I was feeling at the moment. These sudden goosebumps, increased palpitation, and a sudden twitching between my legs.

Why were they happening? Why do I suddenly feel weird? And God, the man had the most delicious scent. I couldn't explain it. It was nothing like my nostrils had dealt with before.

Delicious and rare.

“You're not what I expected,” A deep, resonating voice cracked through my ears and thoughts. My goosebumps increased immediately. My heartbeat drummed even faster.

I slowly dragged my eyes up and took the courage to look at him for the next few seconds. I couldn't blink. It was like I was getting spellbound.

“Wh…what?” I stuttered in reply.

“You're not what I expected.” He reiterated. He didn't sound disappointed. But he didn't sound pleased either. It was making it hard for me to understand what he meant.

I needed to speak but the words won't come out. It was a struggle keeping up with his intense gaze and forming a coherent sentence.

“He was so quick to sell you off to me. So f*****g excited. Got me thinking you were deformed or incurably ill. You don't look like you're either.”

Tears were forming in my eyes. And I shouldn't ask this question. But my curious aching heart needed to know. So I dared to ask.

“How…much did you sell me off for?”

“Incredibly measly amount, I must confess. Like I said, it got me thinking you were maimed in some way and he just wanted to forget you existed.”

My heart ached at how indirectly he was calling Father a greedy inconsiderate man. It ached even more because of another harsh realisation that my Father had no single bit of love for me.

I was just the daughter he badly wanted to get rid of.