AYLA
Three days ago, I had woken up from the deep slumber and spell the pack had cast on me. And ever since, I had been demanding to see the Lycan King, desperate to explain and vindicate myself, but he had refused to see me. I had been forced to sit with the betrayal from my own blood and pack while I remained trapped within these four walls.
Every night, I went to bed late with tears in my eyes and a hot body desperately in need of sexual satisfaction, then woke up super early because I was unable to sleep, tossing and turning in abject pain.
The mate bond was supposed to have been sealed three days ago, and the failure to complete it had sent my entire being into torment. I desperately needed to have sex with the Lycan King, but at the same time, I could never allow myself to. What I needed to do was get out of here, and I would find a way to manage my desperate need for him.
At Blood Moon Pack, I was nothing but a slave to my family, forced to endure hours of labour, and here, I was a prisoner, waiting to receive punishment for an offence I never committed.
I didn’t know which one was more miserable. Only that my life was fucked.
I could remember what my stepmother had told me before I left. "When you wake up, you’ll understand this. We had to take a double-factor authentication."
So, this was what she meant. Not only did they cast a spell on me to make me genuinely believe I was my sister, Calista, but they also framed me for stabbing her. They knew what they were doing. They knew that if the truth got out that I wasn’t the Gemini Wolf, which was bound to happen, the Lycan King would retaliate against the pack for deceiving him. So, they created the perfect plan to put all the blame on me.
I was innocent. But nobody around here believed me, and that made me hysterical. The Lycan King had also refused to see me. How was I supposed to defend myself and tell him the truth?
"Let me go. Please!" I screamed loudly, hoping he would hear me this time. "Lycan King! I need to see you."
But I still got the same response as the other times. Dread rippled through me, and I sank my ass onto the soft mattress as tears began to form in my eyes. This was painful. Too painful.
Suddenly, the door unlocked and slowly opened. I jumped to my feet, wondering who it was this time. I hadn’t had dinner yet, so could it be the servants bringing food?
A powerful aura slammed into me before I could even see his face, and I froze.
The Lycan King, Ezra, stood before me in his mighty stance, his glazed-over eyes evidence that he’d had too much alcohol.
I had been demanding to see him, and now that he was here, I had frozen.
"Strip and get on all fours!" he grunted.
Fear consumed my entire being as he stalked towards me, his heavy boots thudding against the hard floor.
I shook my head and tried to retreat, forgetting that I was at the edge of the bed, and my ass sank onto it.
With the dangerous, dark look in his eyes, instinct told me that he was about to rape me. My chest, stomach, and every other part of my body tightened with immense fear.
My body desperately needed him, but at the same time, sleeping with him was a death sentence.
"You wanted to see me. Now I am here, and you will fulfil your duties. The reason I brought you here in the first place. You murderer," he seethed.
"Allow me to explain myself, please!" I screamed desperately. "I didn’t..." My breath caught. "I didn’t do it, Alpha. You have to believe me. I was framed. I could never hurt Calista."
"You could never hurt Calista?" he repeated, a dark glint in his eyes. "Oh, now you admit that you aren’t Calista."
"I never believed I was Calista. Magic was used to manipulate my mind into believing I was her. I am not psychotic enough to actually think I was her," I breathed out desperately.
"I have never seen anyone as crazy as you are. You destroyed everything in this room, and it all had to be replaced. You even broke the window trying to escape. Only a psychotic wolf could do that." He curved his large palm around my throat, applying pressure. His eyes grew more and more dangerous. "You took away my surest chance of having a child, of breaking the curse that created this monster within me, and now you’ll have to bear the consequences. The only reason you aren’t dead is because you offered yourself to me to be my breeder, to put your useless body to use. And if it’s not fruitful, you’ll be thrown into the darkest part of the dungeon, where you will rot until the end of your miserable life. Now, strip and open that cunt wide!"
"Alpha, please believe me," I whimpered, tears falling down my face. Even though I had always been treated poorly, I always stood up for myself. But the Lycan King’s power was so suffocating that I couldn’t hold any longer from submitting to his command.
And amid all the chaos, my body desperately craved him. The lips he had used to threaten to kill me attracted me like a magnet, tempting me to smash my lips against his. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get my thoughts straight.
"Now!" he growled again, and I snapped my eyes open, the intimidating look in his eyes sending cold shivers down my spine.
My trembling hand found the strap on my shoulder, and I slowly pulled it down, tears flooding my face. If he slept with me, it would not only be rape but an absolute death sentence. There was no way I would survive with the child of this monster growing within me. It would only take a few months before I got wasted like a chicken.
No. I couldn’t allow this. I had to fight the overwhelming power forcing me to submit to him, forcing me to submit to my own death. And to do that...
"Wait!" I screamed, forcing myself to meet his eyes. "There is something you must know."
My chest tightened, my breaths coming out in rapid bursts as I mentally scolded myself not to spit out what I was about to say. But that could be the only way to save myself.
"Speak!" he growled dangerously, hatred burning deep within his eyes.
"I have the Moon Curse," I blurted out.
The Moon Curse was a sexually transmitted infection, and there was no cure for it. Anyone who had it would gradually deteriorate from the inside until they were dead.