The Lycan King's Plus-Size Breeder

Gone Without Me

AURELIA’S POV

This was one of the many times I hated myself just like many others do and have expressed through their words in most of my nineteen years of existence.

The moment when I am trying to run to help a friend in need and a friend I will forever need by my side to remain the strong female I became three years ago. This moment when I kept stumbling and slowing down even though lives were at stake including mine.

This moment… I hated it so damn much yet I kept running.

Even though my throat dried up and I felt like I would soon pass out due to thirst and shortness of breath, I still kept going.

Even though I heard people sprinting past me both in their human and wolf forms, I still kept pushing.

Even though every part of my body began to protest painfully, I kept at it.

Until my body was knocked down and I was pinned to the rough ground by a familiar huge red wolf, Trex, Lyon’s wolf beast.

“Release me, Trex! She needs me!” I cried struggling to free myself from Trex’s hold but of course, I failed

He wasn't just my brother’s wolf beast. He was also a warrior and getting me to safety was his priority right now. My tears and struggles wouldn't change his mind.

Trex growled at me without releasing his hold on me and I could tell he was trying to communicate with me. Creating bonds or communicating through mind connections has been impossible for me so whatever Trex was trying to say remained wolfy gibberish.

Perhaps the communication issue made Lyon shift back into his human form. The darkness around us hid his body from me and he wore his shorts that had been hanging between Trex’s canines before snarling at me, “You should know better than running off in the middle of the night and during an attack, Aurelia Wixx!”

“I can't simply leave Charlotte to die, Lyon. Our parents are gone and I can't lose anyone else to death! She needs me.”

I screeched, hoping that he would let me go.

Lyon scoffed and pulled me to my feet, dragging me towards a less rowdy place.

“You think I want you to lose someone else? I don't want that for either of us which is why I need to get you to a safe—”

“But Charlotte also matters! We need to help her!” I argued with hot fat tears rolling down my eyes.

I couldn't see his face clearly in the dark but I could tell Lyon was frustrated.

He sighed, “Alright. We will go to Charlotte's house and see if she's still there.”

What?

“Are you saying she is dead!” my lips quivered.

Lyon argued ignoring the screams and growling around us, “I am saying she has her parents to keep her safe and she must have gotten out without thinking of coming to you–”

“Don't try to sell that narrative to me, Lyon! I h-heard her sc-scream.” I stuttered.

Lyon sighed again but this time he grabbed me and we began pushing our way to Charlotte’s house. I might be a fool for endangering two lives just to get to Charlotte but I wanted to believe she would do that for me as well.

Fortunately, we were able to avoid the unknown attackers and reached Charlotte’s home without any issues.

“Doesn't smell like anyone is in there, Aurelia. Let's go.” Lyon said after inhaling deeply to perceive the air.

I struggled to believe that Charlotte had escaped. Did I feel betrayed? Not really. After all, she was saving herself and that was all that mattered.

I swallowed the pain in my heart before saying, “Let's get out of here—”

However, my statement was cut short by an explosion. Lyon pulled me behind him using his wolf speed to get us away from the explosion despite my weight.

My eyes rolled back to get a glimpse of what used to be Charlotte's home. It was burning fast. The walls of a place where I had enjoyed sleepovers with Charlotte burned before my eyes and I couldn't do anything. I did pray that there was no one in there though.

I believed that was the height of it all until Lyon and I walked into what I would call a death trap.

Lyon cussed as he pushed me behind him, guiding me with his arms as nasty-looking wolves sneaked up on us from every angle. I sobbed as more and more wolves came out of the dark and began to circle us.

If I didn't know that I was the reason we were still stuck in the middle of the pack, I would have said these wolves were here to kill Lyon and me. How could they be this many?

“Awn. She must have slowed you down, warrior. If I were you, I would have abandoned her fat ass and saved myself.” An unfamiliar and irritating voice resonated through the woods before the speaker walked close enough to be seen by me.

He was a man whose face was covered with a horrifying mask. He wasn't the first one to call me fat in insulting manners or tones.

Apparently, he had seen Lyon leaving his post earlier. Clearly, that was when Lyon came home to get me and k wasn't wise enough to crown his effort.

“Insult her again and I will skin you alive you bastard!” Lyon growled furiously.

I held on to him as well, sobbing and apologizing for putting us both in danger when I knew he couldn't carry me because of my weight, and neither would he have been able to run at his full speed because of me.

It's all my fault. It's all because I weigh more than most people.

It was all because I was bigger and heavier.

“You mean I shouldn't call her fat?” The man who seemed like the leader of the attack chuckled darkly, taunting my protective brother.

Lyon made a move to launch an attack but I held him back, “Ignore him, and let's get out of here, Lyon. His words don't bother me—”

“You do know I can hear you, right?” The annoying man voiced.

However, Lyon turned his face to me and mouthed just like we had practiced over the years, “Run when I raise my hand.”

It took me a minute to fully grasp the mooted words and I shook when heard, disagreeing, “No! I don't want to!”

I didn't want to run while he fought over ten wolves all by himself.

“You have to listen to me, Aurelia! This isn't the time to be stubborn.” Lyon gritted at me.

He was angry. He had every right to be mad at me and I really should listen to him because I was an unnecessary baggage to him. He would fight better without me and his chances of escaping would be high too.

But I couldn't leave him. He was family and we had to stick—

“Sisters can be so annoying, right.” The annoying man etched sarcastically. “Give me yours and I will let you live. You can find your runaway Alpha and live a better life or create your own pack and live without--”

Lyon barked, “Keep dreaming, asshat!”

“Kill the male and get the female, Warriors.” The annoying man declared with a deadly tone that sent terrifying shivers down my spine and made me wish I had accepted Lyon’s offer to train me in combat.

Within a twinkle of an eye, the wolves attacked Lyon and he raised his hand, signaling that I should run but we were trapped and there was no escaping for either of us.

I watched my brother fight for us both. I watched as he was bitten and thrown against the floor and trees many times. I saw everything but Lyon didn't give up.

Not even when I screamed, “I will go with you. Just let him go! Leave him alone, please.” I whimpered afterward, wanting nothing more than to save Lyon’s life.

“Take me and let him live…” I pleaded and tried to reach my already weak brother but I was barricaded by bloodthirsty wolves.

Lyon was lying weakly on the ground by now, the wolves had left him, focusing on me while their leader strolled to Lyon with a malicious chuckle. I wished I could see his face but that was the least of the things on my priority list.

“That deal has been taken off the table, fatty. If your brother had willingly let go of you, I would have spared his life but stressing my warriors comes with a price and that price is his wretched life.”

The leader uttered emotionlessly.

I yearned to curse him and hit him but for Lyon’s sake, I begged him instead. I just couldn't lose my brother after I lost my parents and Charlotte seemed to have left me as well.

I was doomed and cursed, clearly.

“I beg you, don't take his life-” I cried, taking steps towards my weak and bloodstained brother when I noticed that the wolves weren't trying to bite me or break me like they did with Lyon.

Lyon groaned in pain, “Do-don't wait a-around. Run, Aurelia… I'm sorry I f-failed you.”

I sobbed harder, shaking my head.

“Sorrowful.” The leader spat sarcastically once more. He grabbed Lyon by his neck and added, “The pitiful scene is lovely but you will love it better in your new home, fatty.”

With that said, the bastard twisted Lyon’s neck, breaking it like it was a twig.

“No!” I screamed like I had been thrown into an active volcano.

My lungs opened wide. Unrecognizable sounds flowed out of me. My heart tightened. My eyes blurred with hot tears and the world came crashing on me. I couldn't bear the weight of the pain even though I had so much weight myself.

I drowned under the weight, screaming, “Lyon…”

But he was long gone. Gone without me.

As if I wasn't dying from guilt and loss, the leader announced wickedly, “Set him on fire and knock the girl out. We have a King to honor.”

Before I could process his words, I felt a pinch in my neck. When I felt the hot fluid pouring into my neck, I realized that I was being injected.

And my sight became blurry just as my tongue twisted. I was able to see the wicked men set my brother’s body ablaze. I saw it all but I couldn't scream anymore due to whatever they injected into my body.

With a sorrowful heart and a mourning soul, I collapsed, praying that I would never rise again.

But the universe proved to be against me. Again.