The Lycan King's Mistress: Werewolf Shifter Dark Romance Fantasy

By Havilworth

Elora, a young werewolf and daughter of the Beta of Darwin Pack, is forced into slavery together with her siblings when her father is betrayed and branded as a slaver by his own Alpha.

Her only goal is to find a way to clear her father's name and find a good home far away from their kingdom where her family could be together but a lot of enemies stand in her way.

Becoming the mistress of the Lycan king seemed a good way to get a step further in getting her revenge but it only exposed her to more dangerous enemies.

Rome, King of the Lycans, is heartbroken by the betrayal of his wife and is decidedly fed up with matters of the heart.

He is on a mission to ensure the new law he passed on slavery was being followed when he is bumped into by a female werewolf that steals his breath and commands his attention.

He finds out she's the daughter of a slaver and hopes to put distance between himself and the alluring woman but with the threat of losing his throne, he is forced to make her his mistress.

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Mar 22, 2023

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PROLOGUE

Papa! Elora screamed watching as her father flew halfway across the room, breaking the table in the living room as he landed on it with a crash.

Bernard Belany, propped himself up on one arm bleeding profusely through his nose, shattered by their Alpha Rasmus’ punch, and sent comforting looks their way even though he was obviously in pain.

He coughed. Stay back, Baby. Stay with Mama.

Ah! You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this, Bernard. Alpha Rasmus smiled, uttering his words slowly as if to inflict more pain with them.

You can't do this. He's your Beta. Res…respect. Respect him. Elora's Mother stuttered, her face shining in dawn's moonlight as its rays hit the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

Beta? He asked incredulously, He lost that the moment he chose slaves over his pack!

With the last word, he kicked her father's belly, sending him sprawling further across the room's floor.

What is my crime, Rasmus? Bernard groaned, guarding his belly against another attack from his Alpha's boots. What did I do to deserve your hate?

Rasmus replied with the boots. Again and again and again, kicking and kicking, until his Beta began to gag and choke on his blood, as it flooded his mouth and nostrils.

Elora and her siblings held tightly to their mother as they watched their father get beaten to a pulp in their living room crowded with people that had come to execute their Beta.

Among the crowd were many werewolves they knew, who had come to this house, at some time or the other, to visit them. They had come again tonight— but this wasn't a visit for pleasure or a courtesy call. They'd walked in with torches, asking for her dad's death. The scene filled Elora with so much pain that it felt as though the ground under her was caving in.

Some of those in the room were in chains, bleeding and badly beaten. They had supported her Father and now they would pay for it.

Elora's mother ran towards her mate, in order to shield him from getting anymore bloodied up— but Rasmus stopped her with a vicious kick that had Elora cringing. His boots caught her in the jaw, knocking her away from her mate and she fell, face down, meters away with her hair in a mangled mess coated with tears and the pool of her mate's blood that had covered the floor.

Please, leave my family out of this, Bernard growled. His eyes flashed a golden yellow and his teeth elongated for a second.

You'll fight me now? Huh? Their Alpha mocked. You fucking traitor! I'll touch your children, if I….

His words were cut short by the sudden force that had hit him. For a second, her father had shifted into his wolf and run head on into Alpha Rasmus, knocking him down in the process. It was a daring act that had the pack members on their feet and snarling in outrage.

Her father crashed to the ground beside Rasmus breathing heavily. It had taken his last strength to do that but Elora knew he didn’t regret it. Her father wouldn't let anyone hurt his family.

He had tried to fight them off when they had arrived but surrendered when he realized that would put his family in trouble. They had held his children and threatened to kill them as he watched if he didn't.

He had fallen to his knees and had been injected with the Wolf's bane serum so he couldn't shift to his wolf for long or heal from his wounds. That's when their Alpha began to hit him.

Alpha Rasmus got up from his fall, his hand hanging limply from his side. He got up and roared glaring hotly at her father, Restrain this man in the name of Darwin Pack!

They grabbed him up, lifting him on to his feet. His facial features were barely recognizable after the pummeling he had received. His face was contorted in pain with bleeding cuts and was rapidly swelling. His jaw hung loosely like it was broken.

Alpha Rasmus approached him and landed a firm blow into his stomach with his other hand causing him to cough up more blood.

The Alpha leaned forward into his Beta's ear and whispered; Your family will suffer for this, I promise you. I'll make sure you're labeled a traitor, your girls will spend their days in whorehouses, and you won't be there to save them!

Bernard Belany shook violently, trying to move towards Rasmus with the last of his strength yet unable to break free. The mention of his children had enraged him beyond measure but he hadn't enough strength to make another attack. He relaxed, the pain in his joints worsening by the moment.

Lead him outside with the others. Bring the children too. Let them see. Rasmus laughed, still staring deeply into his face.

The crowd marched out of the mansion belonging to the Belanys and into the courtyard, heading for the gate, excited whispers carrying into the night air. Public executions hadn’t happened for a long time at the Darwin Pack so this was a rather memorable occasion.

Just outside the gate, Alpha Rasmus orders the crowd to stop, looking more menacing in the waning light of the setting sun.

He pointed at the stakes that had already been set up and ordered her father and the other five werewolves be tied up.

They were going to be burnt as a warning to any other who might dare support her Father’s cause.

You're going to…kill him? Rasmus. R.rr.rasmus! He's your friend! Elora's Mother's voice rang into the night, a blood curdling chill settling over the air.

Her heart was broken already from the barrage of betrayal they had experienced. The public execution was too much for her already frayed senses.

The people standing here were supposed to be friends. They had eaten many times together and laughed together. But the thought of watching her mate die was the most excruciating. Yet she knew she had to protect her children. Bernard had asked her to stay still.

As the prisoners were being attached to their execution stake, Rasmus walked up to Bernard and punched him in the gut one more time.

Beg for your life, Beta. He smiled mockingly, then lashed out his fist again at Bernard's face.

Bernard groaned and said nothing.

His eyes moved to his family; his wife kneeling trying not to run to him, and his children cowering under her embrace. Suddenly, he managed a smile as if he’d accepted his fate.

Light 'em up!!! Rasmus roared.

The guards walked forward with the torches, dressed in the typical guard uniform of the Darwin pack, with a wide brimmed hat and sword strapped to their side. The flames glistened against the buckles of their scabbard, as they set the stand on fire.

Papa!!! Elora and her siblings screamed.

Their mother held tightly to her struggling children with surprising strength, mouth ajar in silent shock as tears streamed down her face.

The glow of the fire seemed to grow, by the second, against the back drop of the darkening sky until it eclipsed the setting sun and brightened everything around it.

Even as the fire reached Bernard Belany, his eyes never left his family, smiling in the beautiful way he always had for them still.

And in that moment, as the flames engulfed him and the others, Elora could almost hear him whisper something in her own mind as they locked eyes for a moment but before she could decipher it, he was gone. Swallowed up in the flames only to remain in her heart.

The words she must have heard echoed in her mind. But how had he spoken to her?

CHAPTER 1: Deposing The Queen

ROME

Rumors spread fast in Bale and most times, these rumors had the truth hidden deeply in them, although, it would take careful dissection to uncover these truths. This was no news to citizens of Bale, especially not to the King of the Bale, so when he heard from the footmen that there was an uproar at the southern borders, he wasted no time rushing there.

The trouble on the southern borders had taken days to deal with but unlike the rumors, it was hardly an uproar. The Blackfoot’s seemed to have honor for the King of Bale but really, this king was one who abolished the slave rule so they had no choice but to. If not for him, they would still be fighting a lost battle with the slave masters.

They thought it important to inform the king of others rumors that they swore were true; that slaves were still being kept and sold illegally.

Who dared go against the king's decree?

All these issues could be sorted out some other day. This one was special to the King. He smiled as he tapped the pouch at his side that held the gift of phantom jewels he had purchased for his beloved.

He was starting to get impatient as the carriage that transported him to his castle seemed to slow down. He urged the horse to move faster as he had a mission. A mission of the heart.

Oh, how he had missed his dear Queen.

King Rome couldn't wait to see the joy that would break out on her lovely face when she’d behold the phantom jewels he'd brought to be carved into her crown. Erika was the love of his life and nothing in the whole of Bale and the seas afar could make him shiver in delight like she did.

The horse slowed down as they approached the castle and it hardly halted before he swung off, hurrying into his section. He knew Erika would not be expecting him home so soon which made the surprise even sweeter.

As the King bolted into the grand castle, he bumped into someone. It was Teriel, his most trusted Advisor.

Your Majesty! Teriel bowed.

Teriel! Rome smiled. He was bubblier than usual but he couldn't help himself.

The king had heard Erika talk about phantom jewels and how they increased fertility because the moon goddess had blessed them when she first awoke from slumber. It was one of the most expensive and rare jewels in all the continent. Teriel had to approve.

The Lycan bowed instead showing respect but instead of his usual easy smile he looked uncomfortable, his pale face flushed.

What's wrong, Teriel?

The staff have been given the day off, sir. Just a few guards around the mansion, he said, his striking brown eyes not meeting the king's.

This was not an issue. Erika would sometimes give the staff the day off to deal with their homes and come in the next day. She had said they needed time to be with their loved ones too. She was the kindest angel, Teriel knew this too.

I've got her phantom jewels, he tapped the pouch.

Oh, Lovely, Sir! He said in feigned excitement. His wandering eyes avoided the king's

What's wrong? You almost seem uninterested, he said, walking into the mansion's back door, and up the stairs.

Apologies, Your Majesty! I'm sure the Queen is worth such priceless jewels. His smile was flat.

Teriel didn't utter another word and that was odd. He was supposed to belt into a poem that praised the phantom jewels.

As they approached his wing of the palace, Erika's voice could be heard softly. But who could she be talking to? The staff were in their quarters and others sent off to their homes.

Oh, fuck! Just like that!

My Lord! Teriel whispered, holding the king's arm lightly. I need to tell you something.

Not now, Teriel.

His grip loosened and he gave a sigh. Rome's curiosity piqued. It was sounding less than a conversation.

Yes! Oh, fuck! I want that deeper!

He increased his pace, walking faster yet avoiding the sound of footfalls being heard. He stopped short in front of the slightly open doors to his chambers and his blood ran cold. They say the Lycans were higher beings but that point Rome felt like a little ant being brushed away.

The world seemed to spin a whole three hundred and sixty degrees. His lungs constricted and he could feel the temperature drop. He stepped back lightly unable to determine if this was a dream or he was seeing clearly.

There on the royal bed – the one who his fore father's had used, was Chester, his second in command, lying atop Erika the Queen — his cock buried deep inside her sopping wet pussy.

Oh, Chester! You fuck me good!

You want me deeper, and harder?

Yes! Yes! Yes!

The slapping sounds from both their bodies slamming together filled the room and poured into the corridors.

No wonder she had let all the staff go. No one could hear or bother them.

Chester was like family. They had grown up together. They shared all his new year’s together and spent their youth hunting boars in the woods of Ashkelon. If there was anything worse than betrayal, this was it. It felt like a knife had been pushed deep into his heart and twisted.

Oh Chester! Fuck Chester! Erika moaned and Rome's blood began to boil. Hearing her moan like that with another male's name in her mouth was the greatest pain. His hands trembled at his sides as he watched them, still in shock. The pain hurt worse because it was Chester.

Chester was higher than Teriel in court. He was the King's hand. A position Rome had denied his sister, Skye, because he trusted the traitor would do better. The knife in his chest went deeper and deeper as Erika sank deeper in their lust, unaware of their presence. She stretched out her legs as she basked in the pleasure. Her eyes glazed over and her toes almost curled.

Give me your seed, Chester. Give me your seed! Fill me with your little pups. She cried. Maybe the moon goddess will favor me with your seed.

His mind went wild as those words sank in. They had been trying to make pups for years now and had been failing. The world came crumbling down as he heard her utter those words. A drop of tear escaped his eyes.

The physicians had said nothing was wrong. They'd said the couple needed to try a few times more. Rome and Erika had planned to spend the coming weeks trying, as her new year was coming on.

Oh, you want pups? Do I fuck you good? Chester asked her. His words were slurred and his voice was filled with lust as he reached for her throat, choking her slightly.

Yes, Daddy!

All the time? Huh? Do I fuck you good all the time? He asked again, his thrusts increasing with each word.

Yes! Yes! Erika cried grabbing unto his bum as he fucked her faster.

Do I fuck you better than the King? He asked, fucking her still, maintaining the speed and rhythm. The sounds of their fucking bodies getting louder.

Yes! Yes! You do, Daddy! Each of Erika's replies were interjected with her hips rising to meet his thrusts.

I fuck you better than the fucking king, Huh? Chester moaned.

Rome had heard enough.

He reached out first for the door, pulling it clean off of its hinges and throwing it across the room. It hit Chester in the ribs and threw him off of Erika. The door and Chester flew to the other side and fell off the bed.

Chester got up in an instant, ready to fight, until his eyes raged ready to burn whoever was in his way. He froze, realizing it was his supposed family.

The king flew across the room in an instant, picking him by the throat and throwing him to the shelves in the room. He crashed to the ground and then reached for him again, pulled him up then let loose his fists upon Chester's face. He fell backwards.

For a minute he stayed down. Rome turned to the naked Queen. Her mouth ajar in shock, her mass of her in shambles from throes of their list. Looking at her turned his stomach.

Erika, he said in the lowest tone.

She didn't utter a word. Her eyes, filled with fear and her knees raised up to cover her breasts. There was no point in covering her shame for she was shameless.

How long? He asked coolly. He was on the verge of puking. Did the king really want to know?

She whimpered, her body trembling with fear. She pulled the sheets to herself and fiddled on a loose thread.

I'll tell you how fucking long.  It was Chester's voice. It dripped of contempt and mockery.

Rome turned to see him standing. His bleeding lips bent in a malicious smile. There was not an ounce of remorse in his eyes.

Every fucking week since a year now! Every fucking! he roared.

The last of his words were lost as Rome's mind went blank for a moment. This was Chester whom he had given everything. This was Chester whom he called family. This Chester whom he had taught to hunt and fight. He felt rage boil through his skin.

You bastard! He reached him in an instant and sank his claws into his shoulder, ripping it open in one move. He yelled, retaliating with a blow to Rome's side. The king was unfazed. The pain of the betrayal had finally numbed him.

He picked him by the wounded shoulder and launched him towards the glass window.

Chester flew right through the window, breaking, the glass shattering from the impact of collision with his body as he fell out of the three storied mansion.

Rome walked towards the window, facing away from Erika and Teriel.

Your Majesty, please don't, Teriel said, softly. It was the first thing he had said since.

Teriel's eyes shone. He had known about this for a while and had hinted the king on various occasions and at one time. The king was blind to these hints, as they said, love was blind.

Make sure she doesn't leave.

And with that, Rome leapt right through the broken window, dropping the entire height of the three story mansion and landing on his feet.

Chester lay in a heap on the ground. The fall wouldn't kill a Lycan, but it would injure him badly, as he hadn't envisaged it.

He tried to get up, and as he did, he spoke, You always had the best things, Rome. This time, I had just a small bite. He had the nerve to speak.

Rome dropped to the ground, straddling Chester's chest and unleashed a fury of punches upon him. With each punch, the pictures of him atop Erika intensified, making the hit harder.

Your Majesty! The guards on the grounds called, rushing towards him yet afraid to touch him. After he had rained blows, he stopped. He finally stood and for the longest time and examined Chester's bloodied up body to know if he could take anymore.

"Lock him up! Send word to everyone in the royal family, there'll be a meeting tomorrow night. I am deposing the Queen.

CHAPTER 2: Daughter of A Traitor

ELORA

The entire length and breadth of the manor was full of young werewolves. I had known about the house party days ago. I had also known it would be the worst experience I've had in days.

Now standing in the middle of the Manor grounds, I knew it would be worse than I had envisaged and my belly twisted with disgust.

Each female that arrived looked at me with scorn. Their eyes didn't hide the fact that they despised me. And for what? Many of them didn't even know why they were to hate me. But they did all the same.

Alpha Rasmus had spread lies about my father, so that even people who weren't part of the plot thought my Father was really a traitor.

Someday, I would show them.

Someday, they would know they all made a terrible mistake.

Her Father's daughter! One of them mocked as she passed me. She shuffled past me. Her corset must be really tight cutting off the air that was supposed to go to her brain.

I smiled. That would have been a good come back, but I stayed mute. I knew too well how it would end and besides a slave in Bale is as good as dead.

Ironically, the sun shone brighter today as if excited to be part of this shit show called a house party. In other circumstances, this would be a good weather to go for a beautiful walk.

A sting across my butt brought me out of my reverie. I blinked, willing my head to bring me back to my sad reality. I ignored the fact that someone hit me inappropriately. What was appropriate here?

I had been standing here for the longest time and I knew Ethan would send someone to find me soon. My heart skipped a beat as I thought about what he would want me to do this time before his friends. Ethan had the knack for finding new and better ways to ridicule me before people. He wasn't stopping soon.

Logan! Isn't this the traitor's daughter? Someone said as they passed me and grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain as he squeezed tight. The sores on my hands made it worse.

I shut my eyes and relished in the fact that I had finally had a bath today after days. Since I was usually chained for most of the day there was no chance to do so. Each time I had asked to bathe in the past two days, Ethan would hit me. Leaving me with new injuries after every encounter with him. I hated that I was powerless, I hated that I couldn't grab his balls and squeeze them like he squeezed my neck.

Today he had finally let me bathe, in preparation for his house party, I suspected. So he could embarrass and torture me afresh. Here, my body wasn't mine. It belonged to Ethan and the people of Darwin Pack.

My skin was purple with sores and they weren't healing very much anymore as I took Wolf's bane serum every day in my meals. The serum had been originally made to be used for execution of werewolves who had committed crimes such as treason. Now it was something anyone could use to torture their slaves and Ethan had a lot of it.

I finally turned towards the entrance and began to head back into the manor. My soul was slowly detached from my body. It something I learnt after weeks and weeks of humiliation. It paid to pretend that I wasn't Elora. My body floated through my weeks here and only pressed on by sheer will that came when I thought about my mother and siblings. I had to be strong for them. Just like Papa was.

Elora! Someone said in a harsh whisper.

I turned to see Alma. The female who served in the kitchens. She was dressed in the white chef’s outfit that all the cooks in the Alpha's employ wore.

Alma, why are you hiding behind that...

She pulled me into the shade of the tall flowers and shrubs that had grown right at the corner of the house.

Have you had anything to eat in days? She searched my face for an answer. Her eyes darting.

I shook my head in reply and she pulled me by the hand, away from the shrubs, out of the eyes of people and into the back of the manor where the kitchen was.

I walked in and saw the other two females preparing to serve drinks.

Everybody worked like robots here. There was no will to loosen up, even if there was it quickly fizzled out with the amount of work we had to do.

House parties with the nobles were the most depraved places anyone could be. The slaves and servants had the brunt of it. They would have sex with them, if they wanted to. And if they refused, they would get a beating. During such house parties, many slaves would genuinely eat food to give them bad breath, cover every ounce of skin, or just refuse to bathe for weeks prior.

It was hell.

Slavery in Darwin pack was hell.

Growing up, my father had trained me to fight and defend myself. He'd taught me because he knew the kind of place Darwin pack was. And they had killed him.

Here. Eat something, Alma said as she shoved a piece of cake in a plate unto my lap as I sat down.

It was cold against my skin and the dress I had on didn't affect that. For a moment I picked the plate up and placed my wrists against it. Savoring the feel of the cold against my bruised wrists.

Thank you, Alma! I said with my eyes closed.

Eat up! You'll need your strength. Eat. Eat, she commanded.

Alma ran the kitchens in Ethan's house. Ethan's father was Alpha Rasmus, the all-powerful, Almighty bastard that killed my father. He had the highest number of slaves in all Darwin pack and beyond.

I picked the fork and conveyed a piece of cake unto my mouth. I savored it. It felt like heaven.

Then I remembered. My siblings.

Alma had always made sure them and mother had food to eat.

The slaves and servants respected my family unlike everyone else. They knew why the Alpha had killed my father and the others. They knew he had been fighting to stop slavery in Alkarod. They knew he had almost won. And somewhere or somehow, they felt I would carry the torch. I wasn't sure how that would work, as I was now a slave too.

As I ate a bit more cake that was when I heard it.

ELORAAAA!

The voice and sound I had learnt to hate, detest and fear. The voice that was once my best friend's, my mate. The voice of my tormentor.

Elorahhh! Where are you?? Ethan called again, causing me to jump to my feet.

Here! Alma said hurriedly. Have some juice and some water for strength. She offered.

I was going to decline when the glass found my lips as she made me sip. I had forgotten how good food was until now. The last few days had been a horror show.

I sipped half a glass and then some water. And as I walked out of the kitchen, I saw the other females nod at me. Somehow I felt seen. It was warming to know they understood my pain, my exhaustion.

I went through the kitchen door into the common room.

The depravity had already begun, and so had the embarrassment.

I walked passed a female with her head buried in the male's crotch, bobbing back and forth as she gagged. A few inches away, a man was completely naked and lifting the ladies frock. I watched him lift her gown and thrust his cock into her, causing her eyes to go white as she moaned.

The table at the center of the room carried a tray of leaves. Narcotic leaves. All they had to do was chew a couple of them, and down them with whiskey.

The room was an orgy. Drinks. Sex. Cigars. Naked bodies. Moans and sighs. Sex. Curses. Sex and some more sex.

I walked up the stairs unto the next floor. This floor was for the more initiated or wealthy. They had mountains of narcotic leaves, and they engaged with reckless abandon.

This floor had slaves at every corner. Some were standing around absolutely naked and trying the little they could to hide their nakedness.

Others were on the floor eating out vaginas of nobles or sucking their cocks.

There was a whole couch set up specially for the purpose of blow jobs. All one had to do was go and sit on the couch and a slave would walk up to them and start to undress them. Ethan himself had commanded this. Anyone who refused would be punished.

As I walked in I could see that every single slave in the room had bruises on their bodies. Some had scars in almost every part of their bodies.

None was smiling except they were asked to— to please the guests. Their lives were for pleasure, and they weren't even paid to do it.

The sound of a smack brought me back to reality. And then another.

I looked towards the sound and I found a slave on all fours, her head buried in the throw pillows, her butt sticking up in the air. Behind her stood a guest, his cock impaling her, his belt in his hand. And with every thrust of his hip, he would wipe her back with the belt, buckle and all, bruising her skin and ripping it.

My blood boiled but there was nothing I could do now. I swallowed a huge lump and bit my tongue.

Now to find Ethan. I knew just where he would be and what he would be doing— and I knew why he needed me.

I walked to the door that was by the corner, just before another set of steps that descended downward to the common room. I stopped. Then listened. There was laughter, moaning, and voices talking.

I knocked and waited. I pushed the door and it came open.

This was the exclusive part of the party.

I looked around the room and I could see all the familiar faces who were once my friends.

Noah was standing by the window out looking the manor grounds. He had whiskey in his hand and his cock buried in a slave's face as she sucked him off.

He looked at me and smiled.

Come to join the fun, aye, traitor?

I ignored him. The smell of cigars filled this room. Cigars that you couldn't find anywhere except rooms like this. Burnt narcotics burned my nose.

Naked or almost naked bodies filled the room. Some on the couch, others on the table. Some, mostly slaves, were passed out on the floor.

Gary was too busy to see who had come in. He had one of the noble's daughters pinned to the wall. Her clothing lifted up to expose her ass as he pounded in on her from behind, while his hands held her throat. She moaned with each thrust. Her eyes were almost white in pleasure.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit!

Her words egged Gary on as he seemed to go faster and faster, thrusting deeper and deeper. Her ass slapping against his hips with each thrust.

Noah, Gary, Ethan and I had been best friends growing up. We were the same age, so it made it easier.

Our parents had been friends and so we had become friends easily too. I had grown up playing in their homes, as they had too, in mine.

However, their parents had turned on my father because he had spoken up against slavery. They feared they would lose their wealth and power, so they betrayed their friend, my father.

What hurt the most was how easily Noah, Gary and Ethan had turned on me.

Whack!

I saw the stars first before I felt the pain. Ethan had slapped me, letting his hand lash across my face as I staggered back.

I fucking called you!

CHAPTER 3: Tortured by My Mate

ELORA

My face stung as I staggered even more. I blamed myself for not expecting the slap. Ethan lashed out again, and again.

Left cheek, right cheek, left again. I fell backwards, my vision went blank for a moment.

He didn't stop. He picked me up from the floor and threw me across the room, causing my ribcage to collide with the table that was at the center of the room.

I yelped unable to help myself. It hurt that I was weak. How was I supposed to protect my family when I was terrible at protecting myself from a mere idiot?

My hands began to tremble from the pain as blood rushed to my head. I placed a hand on my side and struggled to stand up.

You fucking bitch! Ethan said walking over to me. By now all the attention in the room was on us. He walked to me and picked me by the hair, examining my bleeding face. Then he pouted like he cared.

Oh, no! Did I hurt my mate? he said with mock concern, his right thumb running across my bleeding lips.

I closed my eyes, this time expecting the pain that was coming. I made sure to detach my body, to endure the pain.

Are you okay, My Love? He mocked a little more. And with those words, he lifted my face and banged it against the table. I fell to the ground with a broken nose. There. I hardly felt the pain. I was proud of myself.

You're going too easy on her, someone yelled. Gary.

I peeped through the mass of hair that had covered my face as I lay on my side, bleeding.

Just as I thought, another person laughed and then moaned.

It was Noah. He was seated now. The slave's head was buried in his lap as he sipped a glass of wine. He spoke between moans and sighs of pleasure from the slave that was milking his cock.

Come on, Ethan! Show that traitor's daughter who is boss! He yelled, egging Ethan on.

Ethan had ego problem. If his friends didn't think he was manly enough, or powerful enough, he would go to great lengths to prove them otherwise. I knew he would hit some more, and before that trail of thought left my mind, I blacked out from his boot to my face.

And then I felt cold wine on my face, jerking me back to reality. I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, each part of my body hurt like hell. My ribs were on fire, my legs couldn't carry me and I couldn't feel my nose.

Get up!

It was Ethan who had poured the drink. He pulled me by the collar and forcefully wiped my face with a jacket that had been lying on the floor. He pulled me to himself and brought me to kneel in front of his crotch as he sat on the chair.

Time to do some sucking. He said, grabbing my hair with one hand and the other hand unfastening his pants.

He opened up his pants, pulled them down a bit and let loose his cock. It stood straight into the air, dripping with precum from the tip. He shook it a bit, letting the precum slide off its sides, running down to his ball sack. Then he rubbed the precum all over it, pumping it a few times.

Now suck off your mate, Traitor, he ordered, pulling my hair and dropping my face into his lap, inches away from his wet cock.

I hesitated for a moment, refusing to suck him off. I saw the lights again as he slapped my face harder than all the other times combined. Then he put his other hand on my jaw and forced my mouth open, letting his cock slide freely into my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.

I was pretty sure he still called me 'MATE' just to mock and torture me.

A couple of years after my father had been killed by Alpha Rasmus and labelled a traitor, Ethan had found out that I was his mate. He had been so repulsed and horrified that he had only agreed to bring me in so he could torture me.

I was more of his slave than his mate. I wish he would just reject me and be done with it.

Every day was torture and pain.

He had brought in my Mother and siblings and let them live in the slave quarters out back, close to the ranch and horse stables. They fed on slave's food, but they were mostly safe. Ethan was content with pouring his fury and disappointment on me.

Noah, Ethan and Gary had had crushes on me since we were little. They'd always voiced it even though we had all been good friends.

That all changed when papa had been killed. Their crush must have turned to violent hatred, and that was all Ethan showed me. He hit me, cut me, bruise me, use me and then repeat the process later. Often times, he would ask me to kneel and watch him pump his cock into another female. He would make sure I was pained and very hurt as he fucked her while his eyes looked into mine.

When wolves are mated, the moment the right is completed, except one wolf rejects the other— if one of them has sex with another, their partner would feel deep grief and pain in their hearts. Many times, this pain was almost physical if you watched them do it. Ethan knew this. So he fucked everything he could right before my eyes.

Gag, Bitch! He commanded! He pulled my head down harder, letting the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat now. He pushed and thrust, back and forth. Going as fast and hard as he could, letting his cock fill my throat, causing me to gag and choke. Spittle dribbled down with precum from both sides of my mouth unto his cock.

After a while, I had begun to go with the rhythm. Bobbing back and forth automatically, trying to get him to cum and leave me alone. I pushed down into his cock, letting the shaft sink deeper into my throat causing Ethan to let out a sharp moan of pleasure. He relaxed a bit more, placing only one hand on my head, he pushed even harder, letting my throat milk his cock, all the way down to his ball sack.

Suddenly, I choked and began to cough. Some of the precum and spittle had run into my nose. I coughed and held my already broken nostrils.

Ethan lashed out with his fist again.

I told you to Gag on my cock not choke on it, traitorous bitch!

I fell to the ground in a heap. Not much strength left to get up. Ethan was about to strike again when someone knocked on the door.

Finally, some food! One of the females said gleefully.

I turned slightly to see who had brought food to the den of alligators. It was Alma.

CHAPTER 4: Sell Her Off

Alma walked into the room. Elegant, bright. I wondered how she could fake her radiant smile. She couldn't hide her fear. It shone through her eyes. I knew how to smell fear after living with it for weeks.

If circumstances had been different, Alma could easily pass for a noble. She didn't look like most of their women did. She had seen many moons and revolutions, no doubt. She must have been fifty years of age— but she looked nothing like it. Her face didn't sag, her legs were straight and firm, and her boobs, and butt didn't need any adjusting to gain attention. Alma was sweet and kind, and so beautiful for her age. I knew that this was a problem. They would pick on her soon.

She walked into the room in her kitchen whites, holding a tray of lamb. She moved to set it on the table, and clear the clothes that had covered the table.

With precise and deliberate motion, Alma set the tray to a side of the table. Next she packed all the clothes on it and set it aside, dropping them on one of the sofas. All the while, her smile never left her face.

She must have seemed a little too confident to the others, but I saw the falter in her steps and the fear behind her pupils, as she finally spread out the plates and the roast lamb.

She curtsied slightly as the people in the room rushed to grab a slice of the roast lamb she had set on the table. She turned around to leave the room.

Umm. Hey! You! Ethan called.

My heart sank. I suspected what would happen next. The chatter in the room had increased, so Alma walked on, pretending not hear— or not hearing at all.

You! Slave! Ethan called, causing all the slaves in the room, except Alma, to look in his direction.  I'm talking to you! Cook!

Alma paused for a moment, her back to Ethan. Then she turned around to face him. Her smile intact.

Are you deaf? The Alpha's heir asked genuinely.

No, your Lordship, she replied, smiling.

You didn't hear that I called you? Ethan inquired. His face, totally emotionless.

I'm sorry, My Lord.

She bowed slightly and getting up in one quick move.  I didn't hear you call! She explained.

You have a name? He asked.

Alma Maris, your lordship, she said curtsying. Her smile, still very much in place.

The air seemed to still for me. I feared for her. If I had the power to, I would have teleported her out of the room.

Whatever your name is, anyway. Bring us some more food and wine. Why is it taking so much time?

I am really sorry, your Lordship. I will get to it at once, she said, making to quickly leave the room.

I guessed she was okay. I breathed a sigh of relief. As she walked to the door, she passed Noah and he grabbed her hand. She froze in shock. I could tell them even if she tried hard not to show it, she jumped in fear within her.

Hello! I'm Noah! He said.

Welcome to the house of the Alpha's heir, she croaked. Alma was having a hard time hiding her fear. Her voice faltered. This was no good as these people fed on fear.

Sit with me for a moment, Noah said. He could pass for a polite gentleman in that moment. The other slave that had been sucking him off had finished. He had his pants up now, and the wine glass remained in hand.

That fucking bastard! He was going to try to screw her against her wish. Noah had become a monster.

At this time, Ethan caught my face in his hand and turned it towards him. I could see why.

He was kissing the noble's daughter that Gary had just fucked. And he wanted me to watch them.

Watch! He said, breaking away from the kiss and pulling up her dress.

She mounted him as he sat on the chair, letting his cock slide into her with ease. And she began to bounce on it without hesitation. Up and down. Up and down.

She began to moan and leaned down in an embrace. Her hands around his neck, as her head flopped over his shoulder and Ethan grabbed her ass.

He took over the motion now. Thrusting upward from beneath her. Letting their bodies create slapping sounds as they fucked.

Fuck! Fuck! Oh gosh! Mhhmm!

The noble's daughter moaned and shuddered. Shivering and shaking as she came, squirting all over Ethan's cock.

 I sighed. My heart burned from the pain that Ethan was causing me. It seemed he got off faster when he knew he was causing me pain. I was sure that the only reason he had decided to put up with me as his mate —even after they had labelled my father a traitor— was to humiliate me further. He woke up every day with new ways to cause me pain.

I looked across the room, finding Alma seated beside Noah. He had unbuttoned her white and exposes her breasts. He was toying with her nipples as she tried to push back lightly.

Please! She begged. It seemed that her pleas helped to egg him on.

Noah got up. Unfastening his belt dropping his pants to the ground and forcing his cock into her mouth. When she struggled, he slapped her. Then he pushed the cock deeper into her throat.

Alma had tears in her eyes, she glanced at me and her eyes said what her mouth couldn't. She would want me to stay still.

Ethan looked at the pain in my face and saw his moment. He knew this was it.

He walked up to Noah and asked Alma to get up.

She stood, her breasts, perky and exposed. Her pale skin was a sharp contrast to her pink areola and redder nipples.

Ethan pulled down her dress and asked her to step out of it. Alma did, tears brimming in her eyes.

Bend over the couch, Ethan ordered.

Please, your Lordship. I'm – Alma's pleas were cut short by a slap from Noah.

Bend the fuck over!!! Don't speak back at him! He roared.

Alma was weeping profusely now. Her body was exposed completely.

My blood began to boil at this point. I knew I needed to help her. I knew she would want me to be still, but Alma was only here to look out for the other females. She didn't have to serve tables at all.

Crack!

Ethan's belt came flying, whipping her across her ass. She couldn't hold and she fell to her knees.

He went into a frenzy, letting his belt run wild. Lashing her in all the places he could reach. Her face, thighs, breasts, back, eyes, and mouth. He lashed out with all his might.

Noah joined in. He pulled the belt and with its buckle, he began to scourge Alma's skin. She screamed. My eardrums burned. It was like watching my mother being tortured.

The entire room had stopped doing anything else and was watching the spectacle.

I couldn't take it anymore. They could kill her and nothing would happen. Alpha Rasmus was Ethan's Father.

Let her go! Both of you!

I was surprised I had the strength to speak. I rubbed my throat.

Both Ethan and Noah looked at me, perplexed, then they laughed out loud.

Stop me! Ethan mouthed and began to whip Alma again. Noah began to use his fists this time.

I saw the gold before I knew it was happening. I felt the air around my body still for a moment. The hair on my skin spread out. My heart seemed to race as if I had just run a Marathon, and adrenaline rushed through my body.

I felt alive again.

Before they could respond, I leaped halfway across the room — lashing out my huge claws into Ethan's side. I slashed his chest and sent him flying to the door.

Noah froze, unable to react. I bit his leg, sinking my fangs deep into his bones, and hurled him across the room.

I snarled and stood guard over Alma's bleeding body as she lay on the floor.

I couldn't hold the wolf for much longer, and I fell. The gold turned to normal vision and then nothing.

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Let it go, Aegerene.  

Let what go!? This traitor's pup will bring us down if we let her! Aegerene yelled.

Aegerene was the Alpha of the Cadvill pack known for its slightly golden fur and hair. He had been challenging Alpha Cordaris of Gingern Pack who had said Elora should be allowed to leave on exile.

And haven't we done enough damage to her? Why not send her off to some island in exile? Cordaris retorted.

"You've gone soft, Cordaris. Gingern