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The Ancient Lycan's Mute Mate

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Alicia is a 23 year old young woman who was kidnapped and locked by her supposed stepfather, who was once her doctor. Lacking a father figure in her life, she relied emotionally on her family doctor who was gentle, kind, and just, all she needed as a stand in father. That was until she made a mistake by telling him something she was not supposed to, implicating the life of her mother, leading to her death, and her own future. After escaping the basement where she was imprisoned by her stepfather, she wandered into the heart of Westport, a place ruled by the rich and influencial figures, there she met Cassian. Cassian Quinn, an ancient lycan, in search of his fated mate for over 300 years, met Alicia, at an alley, digging through a trash bin in search of food. Join them on their adventure of uncovering hidden secrets concerning the both of them, love, betrayal and trust.

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CHAPTER 1 - Click clank The movement of thick heavy chains resounded, as a barely unseen figure like that of a woman, adjusted her position slightly for the thick and heavy chains that were binding her ankles, making herself more comfortable as she sat weakly on the floor of a basement, where the darkness was so thick, one could barely make of the figure of one's hand. …The figure sat on the floor at a corner of the room, farther from where the chains, binding her feets, connected to the wall of the basement. She sat with her head lowered, while a thick mass of disheveled and dirty black hair, which seemed like it had been a long time since it had been maintained, was covering her face like a thick curtain, as she played with a little rod which had a thickness of a finger and the length of a grown man's palm. After an unknown period of time had passed, as if on cue, raise up her shriveled and frail arms, then packed her disheveled long hair in a ponytail, by using her hair as a makeshift hair band. Then, she harshly shoved the little rod which she had been playing with earlier into her hair and quickly made her hair into a bun, covering the little rod in the process. She then gently lowered her hands to her side as if waiting. …. Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the door to the basement, it then stopped right at the door of the basement, then a clicking sound of keys echoed eerily, as the sound of a key being inserted echoed in the silence and then it being slowly twisted, followed by the door knob being twisted and pushed, as the door creaked awfully loud in the basement. Then a shiny leather shoe, which seemed to contrast against the environment of the basement, peeked in, followed by another, and another, then a man walking towards the corner where the chained figure sat, came into view. He stopped a few feet away from her, observing quietly, without making any attempt to move. The keys resting between his fingers made a clacking sound as he moved closer to her, enough for him to crouch down and begin to unlock the heavy chains binding her to the wall. “ Quite a nice hairdo you have there” he said while still focused on unlocking the chains. “Never thought you would still care about your appearance being locked up” he said as he looked at her expressionless face, while smirking. 'ptooey’ Suddenly, a sickening sound was made, sounding extremely loud in the quiet and empty basement, as she spat towards his face. He raised his hands towards his face with a handkerchief he had taken out of his pocket, in a slow manner, as he wiped his face forcefully. He threw the piece of cloth aside as he looked at her with unconcealed rage, as the whites in his eye turned visibly red. Slap– A sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh harshly, resounded in the basement as her head jerked to the side forcefully, blood splattering on the concrete floor in the process. She turned her head towards him weakly, wearing a taunting smile on her face as she looked at his rage filled face. ‘ It feels so damn satisfying to see this look on his face, the slap was worth it’ she thought absentmindedly as she wiped the blood staining her lip whilst still looking at him. She then saw him taking in deep breaths as if to calm himself, then he once again crouched to continue with her chain. Once he was done, he tugged on her wrist roughly as he dragged her across the room, towards where a table with a board surface sat. He stopped right beside him. “ Lay down” He said in a chilly tone, the anger in his voice undeniable. She obediently climbed onto the table then lowered herself with ease, laying with her head facing the ceiling. The man walked closer to the table, standing beside her shoulder, he then dropped a suitcase he carried with him beside her, opened it, took out a syringe and prepared it. She closed her eyes tiredly. ‘ I hope it's the second one' she thought as she opened her eyes and looked at what he was doing, she then discovered that her little wish had really come through. She noticed that the injection in between his fingers was not filled with the usual liquid, which always seemed to knock her out. This time they were empty. Which was good news for her, as it meant that she would not have to be knocked out unconscious. She felt a prick as the syringe tore through her skin sharply. It didn't take too long before the man withdrew it. He carefully placed the blood which he had extracted from her neatly in the suitcase, then he closed it, keeping it aside. Her POV: “ On your feet” he said to me commandingly. I hate this man, for all he has done to me. If I was told a few years back that there would come a day where the assumingly gentle family doctor who once cared for me or my mother like a father anytime we fell ill. Or anytime I felt like I needed someone to let out my feelings to, tie me up in a basement of god knows where and treat me like worse than a dog. I would look that person in the eye and firmly deny it, maybe even swearing with my life that it could never happen, then cutting off the person who told such ‘nonsense’. I regret ever meeting this man, as I'll sit on the floor of this dark and gloomy basement and think of what I've become. Immediately my feet met the ground, I felt him place his disgusting calloused hand around my arm, pulling me forcefully towards where the chains sat. I heard him curse in a low voice. “So damn slow," I heard him say with irritation. It seemed like my action earlier had really gotten to him as we suddenly stopped in the middle of the room. I didn't know why we stopped, but after telling me to stay where I was, he strode towards the table looking for something, that was when I realised I didn't hear the usual clacking sound of keys on his body. Of course I won't let such a sweet once in a lifetime opportunity to escape slip as I felt my hair and quickly found the rod I had hidden earlier. Clenching my fingers tightly around it, I walked quietly, trying not to alert the man with his back to me, who was searching for something. I increased my pace as I suddenly sprinted towards him and jumped on his back with all my strength, surprisingly I knocked him to the ground and viciously raised my hands which held the rod and stabbed down towards his neck. I felt the rod in my hand meeting flesh, and the squelching sound of it meeting flesh made a shiver run up my spine. “ Ahhhhhhh” he screamed with pain in his voice. “ This damn b***h” he shouted as he grabbed the hand with the rod which was still embedded deeply in his neck. I knew he was supposed to be dead by now, knowing what he was, and combined with what I had seen while in the basement, I bit down mercilessly at the hand holding my own. I felt his grip on me loosen, then I quickly took that split opportunity to shove his hand away harshly, ripping the rod out of his neck in the process and viciously stabbed him again, deeper this time. I felt his two hands reach out towards his back as he gripped ragged clothes on my body in an attempt to rip me off his back as I sat on him. I withdrew my blood stained hand still gripping the rod which was embedded deeply in his neck harshly, and stabbed again, and again, I stabbed his neck continuously until I felt his hard grip around my body loosened and his body spasming violently before going limp, did I stop. I breathed heavily as I sat on his back. I looked at my hand stained with blood, still gripping the little rod. The sickening feeling of taking a life washed over me, as the urge to throw up washed over me, but nothing came out of my mouth as I gagged in disgust. I stood up slowly with a bit of difficulty as I staggered a bit. I looked at the corpse below me lifelessly then walked forward to the table. After a quick search, I found a bunch of keys lying in the corner of the table. I picked it with trembling hands, ignoring the lifeless figure laying on the floor, I walked towards the door of the basement, the feeling of freedom washing over me as I released a little smile. ^ ^ ________________ Dear readers, I do hope you can support this novel. I promise you won't regret it, as I'll take you on a journey you would never forget.

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