Enslaved By The Lycan King.

were all I heard when parents wanted

ne could see the evilness from their bright eyes that could assault anyon

ne. And they used that power to dominate lands

the devils in wolf form. That they were just another form

that was dimly lit, I imme

alizing I was not wearing the same

knees and elbows. I also had patches from the wounds I

on my fingers, realizing

steal food when I missed a meal aft

realizing I wasn’t feeling the same pains I ha

happe

ed, I could barely fe

the slap yesterday, from where the blood trickled

t there

all those woun

ing voice suddenly rang aro

w the very man I last saw

an King

uilt, had the darkest hair, and

y casted on his figure, making me see soft si

pecting the same bright go

. The blue and green fighting over the colors in his ir

but his presence didn’t feel like

lt de

oticing how they clenched on his

he said, his deep voice mo

eeling how dry

o his surprisingly deep natural eyes, so con

he House,” was all

ck of my head. Purring at the presence of her mate, but I cou

?” He asked, sounding

g me out of the trance from my sleep, shoc

s ruined! His kind killed many people including my fath

g with some other girls for your m

throw at the king of the creatures that ruined my life came to me with

red to take him by surprise, m

ement he makes; and I don’t know if I was just still all weak because of the injuries an

ound?” He asked again, inste

rveyed my body as if he still wanted to know how

coul

u allowed all of these to happen to your so-called people! A

him out of his odd

ooked at me with danger. “That mess

al mouth completely burned whatever

with his

ople just to get their territories a

k another step towards me, his

nything, so keep

rked up at how I intensely wanted to

because of his commanding presence. I hate being

ary evil,” I spoke more calmly, but my temp

I have, and took me to that whorehouse where the worst days

slight changes in his eyes was all I saw before he stepped back into the darker

the air between us a

e matebond. You tell anyone about it,

t the harsh and cold tone

of gold dominated in his irises this time, as i

at looked like a door on the side, not sp

dominating presence that I had only realized was no

eling the hurt of my wo

didn’t reject us.’ Lia, my wolf’s

yesterday. And if she speaks like this a

here and now,” I said, slamming a

red, knowing how close

want the matebond. He didn

just reject me