Traded To The Lycan King

Everything aches and burns. My skin is covered in welts and deep cuts where they have struck me with varying sizes of sticks and the occasional knife to get me to comply. I glance up, looking at the metal pole my hands were forced to grip before they chained me to it and lifted me up.

A chain clamps onto each of my ankles, tethering me to the ground to discourage too much swinging after every strike. The woman has taken a few breaks, her brow dotted in sweat as she allows me to heal before starting all over again.

All because she wants me to cooperate and beg Merikh to come and save me. But it will be a cold day in hell the day I say the damn words she keeps trying to beat into my mouth.

I stare at the blinking red light across from me, the device that will be used to torture my mate from a distance. It’s a coward’s way to send a video and lure them into coming. But it only works if I give in, which I won’t do.

There is no way in hell I will say what they want me to say, no way I will give them the satisfaction. So I ready myself for the next blow to my shin, squeezing my eyes shut tight as I inhale sharply.

“Oh no no, Luna. I need your eyes open. If you won’t use words, then I will need your eyes to speak.” The same woman as before says. I conjure up the blood and saliva in my mouth, launching it from my lips and onto her cheek. A satisfied smirk on my swollen lips.

“Real cute,” she glares at me. Then she winds up her arm and her thin wooden pole cracks across my leg.

A scream tries to tear from my lips, but it lodges deep in my throat, burning against my vocal chords as a sad whine finally breaks through. My whole body shudders, every nerve terrorized by the pain that overcomes all the other strikes and blows to my bruised and battered body.

“Let it out,” she coos, her sick smile the only thing I see as my vision dots and slowly comes back to normal. “No need to remain quiet for me.”

I give her a tight–lipped fake smile back, swallowing a whimper of pain as my cracked lips break open and bleed again. My body is struggling to keep up with the healing process. This woman is enjoying beating me to within an inch of my life and letting me come back from it before doing it all over again.

Who knows how long I have been back here? There is no light from the sun or the moon, no breeze from some hallway hidden any which way. Only stale air that smells of blood and urine. It’s clear this is their favored torture chamber, and that they lack cleaning skills. It’s obviously a scare tactic.

pleasure in and tear it away from them. Anyone with nothing to live for would give up, they would give in.

he killed his last mate, right? Why the hell would he save you when he can just…pick someone else? It’s easier. Less dangerous than risking his pack to come save

bitch. She didn’t deserve Merikh.” I tell her. I know I had resolved to not engage her in any conversation, but I refuse to let her record me not responding back about my

thinking she will confuse me or

through, but what strengthens us, what makes us great… is that at the end of the day.

bond or not we make the choice to come back and work things out. We may be ur species or other royals. But I

“It’s what I know.”

was a hybrid too, then?” She asks, arching a

news shocks me, and I’m not quick enough to hide it on my face. She grins victoriously, rounding me,

that’s a no, then,” she says, nearly giddy

I ask “Because you

with

No, you being

mutter

into view. “Okay, yes, it’s exactly why you

off my wrists and push the pain from my leg aside. As someone shows up out of the darkness and I startle when I see the same man from before.

upstairs. And they want her back in her cage,” the same dragon male from before whispers in her

here,”

I have express orders. Giselle told me

Her. Here.”