The Lycan King’s Servant

2

Valina

He bites my thigh violently and drags me beneath his body, dominating me without mercy.

I try to resist, to call for help. My hands clutch my stomach, trying to protect my little one, but his claws—like deadly weapons—pierce my skin, tearing into my small, vulnerable body.

I instinctively raise my arms when his sharp claws aim for my face, and I scream in pain as a deep wound slices my cheek from my forehead.

Leaving my stomach exposed, he strikes our child.

“No, not the baby, please, Williams , not my son!”

Tears stream endlessly from my eyes as I beg him. But his canines tear into my flesh, and his claws dig deep into my insides with chilling cruelty, seeking to rip out the life growing within me.

I don’t know how long this pain lasted. I sobbed and pleaded for as long as I could still speak.

The pain throughout my body was unbearable, but what was even worse was the pain in my soul—bleeding and shattered.

I was thrown to the ground like trash, at the edge of a precipice. My consciousness almost slipped away from the pain when I saw him transform back into his human form.

“You thought you could keep me tied to you forever, i***t!” he shouted furiously.

His eyes were cold and disgusted, a look I had never seen before.

“You really thought I loved you, that I was dying to have a child with you?

What a waste of time!”

He kicked me in rage, but I no longer had the strength to moan in pain.

“Three damned years I’ve been separated from my mate because of you!” he roared, pouring out all the hatred he had accumulated.

“Why…?” I barely managed to whisper, my face swollen, my tongue heavy, my throat bleeding from a deep wound.

“Because you came into the pack, miserable orphan, and that stupid old woman said you would give birth to the most powerful Alphas, strong enough to strengthen my bloodline.”

“Pure nonsense from that old fool, but my mother believed her and forced me to give up my wife for you, because you were in love with me! She gave me three damned years to get you pregnant—that was our deal. If you failed, I would be free.”

“So today I come, ready to get rid of an obstacle like you, and you show up pregnant with a bastard inside you.”

He laughed like a psychopath.

“I won’t let you do this again, Valina.

You won’t ruin my life again. This is the end for you!”

He stepped toward me, and I saw death staring me in the face.

I wanted to say so many things…

“I didn’t know you already loved someone else. I was just a stupid girl in love, but I never forced you to love me back. How could you deceive me and fake everything all this time? Our child… How could you… How could you do this…?!”

I felt so powerless as I lay there, sobbing, bloodied, and dying.

I wished I could connect with his wolf, scream this injustice, but I couldn’t—not even that. I didn’t have a she-wolf.

I could only transform my body and pretend.

Some said it was trauma from the violent death of my adoptive parents, where only I survived.

Others claimed it was a curse, but I knew that wasn’t true. I had never felt the presence of a she-wolf spirit within me.

“Goodbye, my dear wife. You don’t seem so special after all,” he said cynically, and with a kick, he pushed me into the void.

The last thing I felt was the sensation of falling into the freezing emptiness.

I looked at the dark sky as shadows of crows circled above my head, like messengers of death.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I couldn’t protect you.”

⸻

“Why aren’t her wounds healing properly?”

“I can’t waste pack blood on a stranger. Jérémie already did too much saving her from the rogue wolves’ forest. She has to heal on her own.”

“Honestly, I don’t even know how this woman is still alive.

Poor woman… Her body is horribly damaged, especially her stomach… and her face.”

I heard voices speaking near me, hands examining me.

An unbearable pain, worse than death itself, burned through my body, dragging me between consciousness and darkness.

I don’t know how much time passed or where I was, but when I opened my eyes, I saw a white ceiling.

I looked around and saw a small room. I was lying on a single bed.

“You’re awake?” a female voice suddenly spoke beside me, and I saw an unfamiliar face.

I tried to speak, but for some reason, I couldn’t. It was as if my vocal cords refused to function.

“Don’t force yourself. Stay calm. You… I don’t think you can speak right now because of the injury to your neck,” she explained with a worried expression.

Then my foggy mind remembered everything.

The first thing I did was touch my stomach. I tried to sit up despite the dizziness and stabbing pain.

“Don’t move! Wait, calm down, calm down!” she stopped me and made me lie back down, but I needed to know—desperately. I had to know if a miracle had happened.

I stared at her intensely, then at my stomach, wrapped in thick bandages.

“Yes… I understand what you’re asking, but… I’m sorry… Your abdomen was completely torn open. Your uterus was destroyed, and your little one… didn’t survive. It was impossible to save him. We don’t even know how you’re still alive.”

I felt tears pour frantically from my eyes. I closed them in pure agony, my soul shattering.

My lips trembled, my entire body shook, and broken sobs escaped my wounded throat.

Why did this have to happen to me?

Why did everything around me have to turn into a nightmare?

My baby, my little one was innocent. Why did something so horrible have to happen to him?

“Calm down, please! You can’t be like this! Abel, I need you here!

Bring the sedative! Now, Abel, hurry!”

“Aaaahh! Aaaahh!” I heard distorted screams, a cry so raw it could freeze blood and shatter hearts.

A desperate, broken woman was screaming—and then I realized… it was me.

That miserable woman who had lost everything…

that was me.

⸻

Days passed. I know a man saved me from the forest below the cliff.

I am staying in a small pack not far from the Autumn Forest Pack.

With my hands still covered in wounds, I try to splash water on my face, but I can’t even bear to touch my skin.

I lift my head, and like every time I face a mirror, I have to gather all my courage.

My face, once beautiful and envied by many she-wolves, now bears a horrible scar running across my forehead and another deep scar on my left cheek.

Williams didn’t just destroy my child’s life, my uterus—he also disfigured my face.

It should have healed, but I know it won’t. I don’t possess the rapid healing ability of werewolves.

Yes, I heal—but more slowly, and the scars remain.

I leave the small room and hear the healer and the she-wolf who treated me speaking softly.

They discuss that I have used too many resources and that they may soon have to ask me to leave, as packs rarely welcome outsiders so easily.

But the she-wolf argues that I am still in terrible condition.

I appreciate her care and empathy, but it won’t be necessary to chase me away. I have already decided—I will leave tonight on my own.

⸻

Hours later, I walk through the dark forest like a lost soul, with damp bandages soaked in reopened wounds that burn.

I don’t care. My legs keep moving in a single direction.

Hiding in the bushes, I carefully observe the patrol line. I know exactly how to slip through undetected—I designed this defense rotation myself for Williams .

Like so many things I did for him and the pack.

I slip into the shadows as fast as my battered body allows.

The night and darkness are my allies. It’s as if they amplify my strange abilities.

I hear voices, laughter, and see lights in the distance, coming from the backyard of what had been my home for three long years.

I walk as if in slow motion, wearing old sneakers and a worn dress the hospital she-wolf gave me.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I gathered you all here today because I could no longer hide my happiness. I am finally marrying my beloved mate, the woman of my life, my dear Sophie—your future Luna.”

I feel myself fall into a cave of ice as I watch them. They smile and kiss in front of those who once called me Luna.

It was my best friend Sophie and my traitorous Alpha Williams , celebrating their union while my body should have rotted beneath that cliff if their plan had worked.

Traitor. Hypocrite.

That woman was even wearing one of my evening dresses and was made up with my things, stealing my life without a trace of remorse.

She had deceived me all this time, just as I had been blind to everyone in this pack—and worst of all, to the man who lay beside me every night while thinking of another woman.

Even the midwife who announced my pregnancy was there!

Williams must have promised her something to keep her silent.

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, my teeth chattering with rage.

I waited—waited like the disturbed psychopath I had become—watching their entire celebration until the lights went out and everyone went home.

I climbed the stairs to the second floor, walked down the dimly lit hallway, but I could hear them perfectly. They were kissing in the master bedroom.

His voice escaped through the slightly open door.

I saw myself gently push the door.

Moonlight poured through the large window, illuminating Williams and Sophie. Williams ’s back was to the entrance.

“Alpha, tell me I’m better than her… Mmm… Come on, Williams , tell me I’m better than Valina.”

“You’re the best, baby… Don’t even compare yourself to that woman. Kiss me in her bed—come on… isn’t that what you always wanted?”

Their filthy words struck my ears, and that was the final trigger I needed for everything to spiral out of control in an instant.

I threw myself at them on the bed.