Return of The Abused Luna

Chapter 4 The Lycan King

Anaiah's point of view

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With my eyes closed, I waited for the cold hands of death. In my heart, I hoped that the Lycan wolf would rip my head off; that way, I could die quickly and painlessly. But if it chose to rip another part of my body, I would die slowly, enduring all the pain that came with it.

After a few minutes, and yet I wasn't feeling anything, I opened my eyes to see what stopped the Lycan. Did our werewolves kill him?

The Lycan was staring at me, but this time it was not with the stare of a predator attacking its prey. It was more gentle as if waiting. And it wasn't just this Lycan; all other Lycan wolves, both the ones in wolf form and the ones in human form, stared without making a move to kill, which was strange, especially given their reputation.

No one in the Nightfall pack made a move to run or fight; everyone was too afraid to anger the Lycans.

Alpha Amos was already on his knees, with four Lycan wolves ready to devour him.

It was all too sudden. A few minutes ago, I was escaping this pack, and now the life of this pack was hanging by a thread, about to go extinct. That's how the Lycans work; they don't leave a soul alive.

The Lycan in front of me walked away, revealing a broad-shouldered, handsome man with dark hair and beautiful grey eyes. He was wearing regal attire, and his aura screamed power, authority, and strength.

He wasn't just a Lycan; I know Lycans are powerful, but this man is something more.

Wait. I looked around, and the Lycans obeyed him; they respected him. He has an aura that would cause you to be submissive...

He is the Lycan King! The one the ladies were always talking about during their gossip.

And at this moment, he was staring at me keenly, his eyes boring into my soul. He approached me, and with a foot away from me, he stopped and lent me a hand.

I contemplated briefly accepting his hand. He was the Lycan King, so I must be extra careful.

Without taking his hand, I got up, still staring at him.

He withdrew his hand but not his gaze; his eye colour was suddenly mixed with his wolf. It startled me, and I took a step back.

"Mate," he called out.

People gasped, and others were looking at me as if their eyes were about to fall out.

I blinked rapidly, "What?" Is that possible? How can he call me mate? I have a mate. My eyes went to Alpha Amos, who was looking stunned and dumbfounded.

"You are my mate," he said boldly, his wolf and he speaking, making the hall reek of his authority.

Alpha Amos quickly used the opportunity to run to the Lycan King. "Spare us, spare my pack, and we will forever be in your debt," Alpha Amos begged.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm happy that I am still alive despite all I went through. If I were dead, I would never have witnessed Alpha Amos in the state he was in, begging for his life and the life of his pack.

Forgetting his pride, Alpha Amos begged the Lycan King desperately to spare him and the pack. The Lycan King didn't spare him a glance, only staring at me. I know I looked crazy to find satisfaction in this scenario, but I did. It was almost too difficult to hold my smile of satisfaction.

The entire pack joined their Alpha in begging the Lycan King for their lives.

At last, the Lycan King brought his gaze to Alpha Amos, who was on his knees, "Spare us,"

The Lycan King looked at him, then at me, "Okay, I will spare you and your pack."

My eyes widened in shock. They never leave a soul alive, so why would they spare our lives?

It's not like I want to die, but which would be better? To die at the hands of these Lycans together with the rest of the pack or to forever be a slave and a slut?

"But she goes with me," the Lycan King said, referring to me.

"What?!" I exclaimed. Is the Lycan King serious about me being his mate?

Well, Lycans are different from werewolves; they are not like us. Many things are possible when it comes to them.

Alpha Amos was startled by the Lycan King's demand. He hesitated and stared at me. I expected him to tell the Lycan King that I killed his fiancée, as he always said, but he didn't. He lowered his gaze and nodded, "You are free to take her; she is yours already; just let us live."

I scoffed. Alpha Amos is shameless; he has forgotten all that he has done to me and is sacrificing me for the lives of the pack and himself.

All his proud attitude has been swept under the rug. I hope he never forgets this day; let it haunt him as mine did.

I could refuse and scream that I wouldn't go, but I chose not to. If I refuse, nothing good will come of it; I could be dragged forcefully, maybe hurt, beaten, but if I leave this pack with these Lycans, maybe something good might happen to me; it might be better than this pack.

With a smile, I said to the Lycan King, "Let's go."

The Lycan King stared at me, then walked away, and I followed behind him with all his Lycans.

I couldn't help but glance at the hall and the people. My mind tried to recall any good memory, but I couldn't; the bad ones overshadowed the good memories. When I tried to remember how it was before my shift, I would remember my sister being killed and me being accused, and then all the bad memories would flood my mind, washing away the good ones.

Without any more glances, I moved ahead to the new life that awaited me. There is one thing I knew for sure: if I could survive staying in this pack for all those years, then I can survive anywhere.