Mated to the Lycan King

Zane drove down the dark road, his coordination disrupted by his drunken tendency, he was met with a fate far more than his comprehension, but it made him sober real quick.

The moment his head hit the side, it cleared, but not very much, it was still hazy.

"Got ya!" He heard a voice said, before he could blink, he saw a grown wolf lunging at him at the corner of his eyes, he didn't think twice, he shifted into his black colored wolf and strip as well.

The two wolves circled each other, growling and snarling. Zane's heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to assess the situation. Why was there a wolf attacking him?

As the other wolf lunged at him, Zane dodged to the side and snapped his jaws at it. Their teeth clashed together and Zane felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He had never felt so alive.

But then, something strange happened. The other wolf faltered, stepping back and whining softly. Zane didn't understand, but he took the opportunity to attack. He pounced on the other wolf, pinning it down with his front paws and baring his teeth.

The other wolf whimpered and submitted, bowing its head in defeat. Zane hesitated for a moment before releasing the other wolf and stepping back. What had just happened? And why did he suddenly feel lightheaded.

He looked around and saw that it was an ambush, he swayed, trying to fight the lightheadedness, but it was futile.

But, the alpha wolf in him would not surrender easily, so he growled, kicked his paw, signaling for the next opponent to attack.

Suddenly, a pack of wolves emerged from the shadows, encircling Zane and the other wolf. Zane knew he was outnumbered, but he refused to go down without a fight. He braced himself, his black fur standing on end as he prepared to defend himself.

The pack of wolves charged towards him, their eyes glinting in the moonlight. Zane bit down hard on the leg of the first wolf that came at him, tearing off a chunk of flesh. The wolf howled in pain, but Zane was already on to the next one.

He dodged and weaved, using his speed and agility to outmaneuver the pack. But there were just too many of them. One of the wolves managed to sink its teeth into his hind leg, causing Zane to yelp in pain.

As he stumbled, more wolves pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. Zane fought back with all his might, but it was no use.

He dropped like a sack of sand, but not before making out the face of his attacker.

"Crazy rogue." He said in himself, drifting to sleep.

Unbeknownst to Zane, ever since they bested him and his pack of rogues at the Blue Hills pack, he had been on his tail, looking for the perfect moment to strike, when he saw that he was struggling with the packs unmerge, he knew it was best to attack then.

Taking one alpha out would make his job easy.

"Take him." He commanded those that followed him.

He has every intention of making all of his sadistic fantasy come to pass on Zane's body.

When Zane came to, he was in a strange place, bound and gagged. He tried to shift into his wolf form, but he couldn't. Panic set in as he realized he was completely vulnerable.

Jude stepped out of the shadows, a wicked grin on his face. "You should have known better than to mess with me," he sneered.

Zane struggled against his bonds, but it was no use. He was completely at the rogue's mercy.

Jude walked up to him and traced a finger down his chest, causing Zane to shudder. "I have so many plans for you, Zane. So many ways to make you suffer."

Zane glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing him scared.