THE LYCAN KING’S BRIDE

CHAPTER 3: CLAIMED

FLORIDA'S POV

"I heard you wanted a slave, my king, and I was hoping we’d agree my king," my stepfather told him, his voice oily and sycophantic.

The Lycan King merely nodded, his expression impassive as he looked coldly at me.

I felt a surge of loathing for my stepfather, who would sell me without a second thought.

I was nothing more than a commodity to him, a piece of property to be bought and sold.

“She's a hard worker and she's obedient. She'll serve you well, Your Majesty." My stepfather chuckled nervously.

"Very well," the Lycan King gnarled, his voice cutting through the air like ice.

I watched in horror as my stepfather took the money from the Lycan King’s men, his greedy eyes gleaming with avarice.

He had sold me like I was an object, a piece of property to be bartered for wealth.

And the worst part was that he didn't even care about what would happen to me —all he cared about was the money he had just received.

My heart sank as I realized that I was now at the mercy of the Lycan King.

"Th-thank you, my King," my stepfather bowed respectfully, a smirk on his face.

"You will do no such thing!" I sobbed at him, my voice shaking with fear and rage. "I am not some object to be bought and sold!"

However, the Lycan King only chuckled, it sounded eerie and his eyes glittered with amusement.

“I like you, you're feisty! But then you are nothing more than a slave, and as such, you will obey me!” He growled and I cowered fearfully.

I snapped my head at my stepfather, and there he was grinning like a fool, happy to have gotten rid of me and earned an attractive sum in the process.

“Take her to my chamber!” King Asher commanded.

I gasped in horror, the blood draining from my face. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was to be with the Lycan King in his chamber, like some sort of concubine.

I felt sick to my stomach, and I struggled to keep my composure when the guards came for me.

"No!" I burst into tears, my voice cracking with emotion. "I won't do it! I won't be your plaything!"

However, King Asher only chuckled, his eyes cold and callous.

"You have no choice in the matter," he said. "You are mine now, and you will do as I say."

Just as the guards dragged me away, I shot a look of pure hatred at my stepfather.

He had betrayed me, sold me off like I was nothing more than a piece of furniture.

As the door closed behind me, I inwardly vowed to myself that I would never forget this moment and that one day, I would make him pay for what he had done!

The guards hauled me to the Lycan’s chamber, and when we arrived, they dumped me on the bed.

I was powerless as they bound my hands and legs to the bed, I was helpless.

I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I watched the guards leave the room. I was left completely at the mercy of the Lycan King, and I had no idea what he had in store for me but I was scared.

I tried to calm myself, to think of a way out of this situation, but my mind was racing and I couldn't seem to focus.

I could only hope that someone would come to my rescue, that someone would save me from this nightmare. But all that was in my head! No one, absolutely no one would be able to save me from the Lycan king!

After what seemed like forever, the door of the Golden Room opened, and King Asher entered the room.

I whimpered in fear and steeled myself for whatever was to come, my heart hammering in my chest.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice low and animalistic.

I felt my blood run cold, and I struggled against my bonds, trying to get away. But it was no use, I was helpless.

"Please, no, no," I pleaded, my voice trembling with dread of what was to happen. "Please don't do this to me, I beg of you!”

But Lycan King Asher only laughed as he advanced toward the bed with his beautiful grey eyes filled with lust.

“You don't tell me what to do, my little slave, I call the shots here!” He snarled, as his knees dug into the bed.

I watched in horror as he removed his clothing, revealing his muscular, brawny body.

He was incredibly massive, towering over me like a beast. I trembled, filled with dread at what was to come.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the mesmerizing sight of him. But I could feel his burning presence, feel his breath on my skin.

I dared not scream, I could only whimper.

I wish I could run, to do anything to escape this nightmare. But I was trapped, and there was nothing I could do.

In one move, he tore my clothes and grabbed my breast as he bit my n*****s.

“No!” I scream-moan, my eyes tightened as I tried not to reveal the pleasure that came after.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chuckled mischievously, his hands were now running down to my V spot.

My thighs were shaking as I felt him callously penetrate his two fingers at once, and I cried my lungs out.

“Its pain—!” I sobbed, my entire body was jingling.

“Mmhmm, you're a virgin?” His deep voice was filled with amusement, and his dangerous eyes were on me.

“Please… please stop… I can't can't...”

“You can't what?!” He snarled as if I’d annoyed him.

I clamped my lips shut, wishing I never said a word to him.

“I bought you, Catherina, you were sold to me and as my slave, you are mine to torture, mine to use as I wish!” He growled, and he grabbed my hair tightly.

I cried with my tears soaking the pillow, I felt him roughly widen my legs apart and position himself in between my thighs.

He wasn't gentle as he penetrated his manhood into my V spot, and all hell broke loose!

“Ahhh!!!” I cried with the sizzling pain tearing through me, it was unbearable.

He pulled out and thrust into me, he was wild and relentless, and he plunged into me again, again, and, again.

What felt like a painful torture turned into a bittersweet feeling, as he drilled aggressively inside of me.

No matter how much I tried to resist him, I wanted more of him, all of him in me.

My screams turned into moans, moans of pleasure and pain.

“Mmhm,” I groaned pleasurably, and I subconsciously threw my head backward.

While the Lycan King was relentless, he never made any sound, either groan or grunt.

He was powerfully thrusting into me, with his mysterious lustrous eyes diving into mine.

Our bodies were slapping against each other, the golden spacious room filled with my moans.

Our shadows danced on the wall, and our arousal swirled in the air.

I'm certain that pack members in the castle must be hearing my voice, and how their ruthless King was tearing me apart.

King Asher thrust into me endlessly until we came together, our breathing was labored.

But he didn't stop there... This wicked and cruel rose again like a beast, his eye blackened.

He continued, thrusting into me with mighty through the long night...

I passed out.