Chapter 2: The King's interest
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The Lycan King’s voice was low and dangerous—like the quiet rumble before a storm.
A chill ran through my body.
His golden eyes remained fixed on me, studying me in a way that made my heart pound painfully in my chest. Breathing felt difficult under the weight of his gaze.
I had heard countless stories about the Lycan King.
Ruthless.
Merciless.
A monster who ruled with absolute dominance.
But none of those stories had prepared me for the man standing before me now.
He was taller than I expected, with broad shoulders and powerful muscles that strained against his dark uniform. His sharp features and strong jaw made him look like something carved from stone.
Everything about him radiated power.
Dangerous power.
And yet… all of his attention was on me.
The silence stretched.
Then—
“Look at me.”
I hadn’t realized my gaze had dropped, but his command forced it back up instantly.
The moment our eyes met, I felt trapped.
Those golden eyes weren’t human.
Predatory.
Dominant.
Like a wolf watching its prey.
He stepped closer.
My heart skipped.
Every instinct screamed at me to run.
But I couldn’t move.
“You’re human,” he said.
It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” I replied quietly.
He circled me slowly, studying me with unsettling focus.
“You don’t belong in my territory.”
“I didn’t choose to come here,” I said.
For a moment, I thought I had angered him.
But instead, a faint smirk touched his lips.
“No… I suppose you didn’t.”
He stopped in front of me again.
“Your family sold you willingly.”
The bluntness made my chest tighten.
“They had no choice,” I whispered.
His brow lifted slightly.
“No choice?”
“They owed a debt.”
His eyes darkened.
“So they paid it with you.”
I nodded.
The silence that followed felt heavier than before.
Then—
He leaned closer.
Too close.
My breath caught.
His face hovered inches from mine as he inhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing.
“Strange,” he murmured.
“What is?” I asked.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he studied me more intensely.
“You don’t smell like a normal human.”
My stomach dropped.
“I… don’t understand.”
Clearly, neither did he.
After a moment, he stepped back.
“Leave us.”
The guards bowed and exited immediately.
The doors shut with a heavy echo.
Now we were alone.
Completely alone.
Panic crept into my chest.
The most feared creature in the supernatural world…
and me.
The Lycan King walked toward the window, moonlight spilling across him.
“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.
“You bought me,” I answered.
“That’s the simple explanation.”
I frowned.
“What’s the other one?”
He turned slowly.
“Politics.”
I blinked.
“Your family’s territory borders mine,” he continued.
“I know.”
“My enemies are moving closer to that border.”
Understanding hit me.
“So… I’m a peace offering.”
“Something like that.”
The humiliation stung.
My own family had traded me for safety.
“You’re angry,” he observed.
“Wouldn’t you be?” I asked quietly.
“Anger is useless.”
Easy for him to say.
“You’re not a prisoner here,” he said suddenly.
I gave him a look.
“Really?”
“You’re under my protection.”
“But I can’t leave.”
“No.”
I exhaled.
“That sounds like a prisoner.”
For a moment—
Then he laughed.
A deep, unexpected sound.
“I like you.”
My eyes widened.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
He studied me with growing interest.
“Most humans would be terrified by now.”
“I am,” I admitted.
“But I’m still standing.”
That seemed to amuse him.
“Then what are you going to do with me?” I asked.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“On you.”
He stepped closer again.
The air shifted.
“You’re not what I expected.”
“And what did you expect?”
“A weak, frightened girl.”
“I am frightened.”
“Yes,” he said.
“But you’re still here.”
Then his expression changed again.
Darker.
More focused.
He leaned in once more and inhaled slowly.
My pulse raced.
“There it is again…”
“What?”
“That scent.”
“What scent?” I asked.
His eyes locked onto mine.
“You.”
A strange tension filled the air.
Like something unseen had just brushed against both of us.
Something neither of us understood.
And for a brief moment—
The mark beneath my skin tingled faintly.
As if responding to him.
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The Lycan King didn’t look at me like a prisoner anymore.
He looked at me like a mystery.
And somehow…
that felt even more dangerous.
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