Claiming My Lycan King

swung it in a wide arc, the blade biting into the unyielding wood. The rhythmic chop-chop-

m the repetitive motion. The weight of her exhaustion pressed upon her like a physical force. The gardene

imal release of fatigue. Her jaws stretched wide, the vertebrae in her neck cracking in protest. She clos

ry bliss wa

L

gainst her cheek was like a lig

n blurring. Pain exploded acro

forth. She stumbled backward,

e earth, vibrations resonating

twisted in anger,

ough the cramped, dingy cottage. "You'll never a

heart racing from the shock. She knew better than to retaliate,

e whispered, her v

sdain. "Finish your chores, and don't think for a mo

scattered firewood and kindling, her movements robotic. Dry leaves crunched beneath her feet as she moved th

settled in, a heavy weight compressing her chest. Her heart felt like lead, sinking deeper into despair. This was he

's thoughts wandered to her dreams, the promise of a different life. But

chaotic world. As she worked, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes,

touch, her father's warm smile – memories she clung to like a lifeline. Would they have

m, a reminder she was alone, unloved, and disposable. As Amby settled into her thin pallet, trying to escape the d

you?" Elara snarled, her eyes glinting with malice. "You'r

Elara to leave her be. But the you

pat, her voice dripping with venom. "If you were an

on piercing her soul. She'd grown accustomed to h

e?" Amby whispered exhaustion and

mirthless sound that sent shivers coursing down A

wolfless. You're nothing but a

at the corners of her eyes, hot and rebellious. But Amby's pride refused to surrender. She clenched her jaw, biting back the emotion. Her gaze dropped to the f

tecting her fragile core. But still, she stood. Still, she resisted. A spark within her refus

her parting shot struck

orrow. You'll make a fine palace servant –

door slammed shut behind Elara, plunging Amby into darkness. The wei

Lycan King

ed, her thoughts consumed by the terrifying prospect of being sold to the

Lycan King's reputation was whispered in fearful tones – ruthless, powerful, and merciless. Amby's heart pounded, her breath catching i

l from the neighboring village, sold to the palace and never seen

e than a commodity, a pawn to be used and discarded. Her wolfless status branded her as damaged goods, un

ed, her voice crac

ree? Why did my parents die? Wh

ssive silence. Her words hung in the air like mist, evaporating wit

e her, it seemed the gods had also forgotten about her. Moon Goddess to

was scarce. Tears traced hot paths down her cheeks, salted reminders of her worthlessness. Her body trembled, a leaf sh

sealed. With a heavy heart, Amby resigned herself to her destiny. Tomorrow, she would face the Lycan King, and her life wo

pe, or would she become just anot