THE LYCAN KING’S FAVOURITE BREEDER

CHAPTER 2

Lucinda POV

I had cried enough, to the point I had no more tears left. I got down from the bed and dressed up. I turned to the dirty mirror in the room and took in the dress I was wearing.

It was a short black dress that hugged my curves perfectly. When I told my mother about my date with Peter this morning, she bought this dress for me, especially for this occasion. Now I realized I was dressed to prostitute myself today, I got what I deserved. I foolishly sold myself cheap, clinging onto someone who views me as insignificant. The werewolves of today view Omegas as close to humans and I was the fool who thought Alpha Killian didn't.

My phone suddenly buzzed with a text message, I brought it out from my purse and saw it was a message from Alpha Killian, ordering me to hurry up.

How can he still expect that I'll still want to ride with him? I swallowed my pride and followed him all the way here but I'm not going to do that anymore, I'd rather die than be in the same space as him again.

I opened my purse, brought out my lipstick, and wrote on the mirror; ‘You’re a horrible piece of s**t, the air is a waste on you. You've got what you want, you should be satisfied. I hope we never meet again.’

He might drive off but I wrote this message down for him in the small chance that he'll come back here to check up on me since he didn't drive off when he could.

After writing down my message which I'm sure will mean nothing to him since that's what he wants, I left that room which will be traumatic for me now, and down the hall where I thought I saw a second exit.

I can't pass through the front since Alpha Killian might be there, he might force me to get into his car and I definitely can't win against him. It's best not to confront.

As I saw the exit door come into view, I picked up my pace as I rushed out because by now, he must have noticed that my scent was moving.

I got out the door and a little relief watched over me, maybe, just maybe, I could escape him and not be forced into another humiliating car ride back to the pack.

I have no idea how to get home from here or how to get a ride back into the pack but I would rather die than be with him again.

There was a black van once I got out and two hefty-looking werewolves were smoking at the side, they glanced at me and then sneered.

I have no idea what that was but worrying about that was the least of my priorities right now so it's best I ignore them. With my mind made up, I decided it would be best to make a run for it before Alpha Killian catches up.

I took to my heels and started running but suddenly, those two werewolves were at my side before I could go far.

“And where do you think you're going?” One of them barked at me.

“You think you can escape, w***e?” the other added then they grabbed me and forcefully dragged me to the van while I kicked and struggled to get out of their grip.

“Let me go, you pieces of garbage!” I yelled at them but they didn't listen and threw me into the van. I landed on top of other wolves in the van who immediately pushed me off them.

Without a second glance, I could tell they were prostitutes from the provocative make-up and clothing they wore.

The realization of the situation dawned on me and I began to panic. At first, when those two werewolves were dragging me, I thought it was Alpha Killian who sent them but after seeing these wolves, it's obvious that's not the case.

“You've got the wrong person.” I began to explain, my heart beating rapidly inside my rib cage, “I'm not who you think I am. I'm not one of these whores!” I tried to explain myself but they burst out laughing, the driver included before he started the van and drove off.

“You have to let me go!” I screamed as the van took off but instead, I got a slap on the cheek, it was as if I was hit with a metal. My head spun as I heard a ringing sound in my head before everything faded into darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was in a huge king-sized bed in a different room from the one Alpha Killian brought me to. I slowly recounted the events of the day and some foreign memories of me dancing seductively with a pole while being watched hungrily by numerous werewolves, their eyes undressing me with every swing of my body.

I bit my lip once the realization dawned on me, I was very lightheaded so it's obvious I was drugged. I still don't remember everything that has happened but I could sum everything up. I was in a w***e house, I danced for customers and now I'm in bed waiting for my first client for the night.

I sighed and slumped back into the bed, I thought about trying to escape but I was probably still intoxicated because I didn't see the point. I had already prostituted myself today to Alpha Killian so what's the point of acting modest and decent now? I should have some fun so at least tonight wasn't entirely bad.

Just as I was done making up my mind, the door to the room swung open and a werewolf with a very intimidating aura walked in. He was tall and huge, his icy blue eyes pierced through me and my breath got caught in my throat.

He looked hungry, all ready to pounce on me, almost animalistic but despite this demeanor, I could recognize who the werewolf was, the Lycan king, Darcus Cross.