Avenge Me, My Lycan King

Sasha

"The Lycan queen?" Gaia tilted her head as she stared down at me with all hatred and contempt. Her grip on my hair tightened even more, causing me to cry out in pain—to cry Maxus's name. She laughed. "The audacity of you to claim such a title in front of me? I will make sure you suffer for your haughtiness."

"I am the Lycan queen!" I shouted firmly, unwilling to tremble in front of her.

Gaia's eyes burned with rage as she raised her fist to strike me across the face. "As far as I know, you are just a random slut who was impregnated by those filthy werewolves. You will never be able to rule over anyone, let alone the Lycans!"

"I don't care if you don't believe me or accept me," I spat, blood dripping from my lip. "But I want you to leave. The last person I want to encounter during my labor is you!"

"Disrespectful whore!"

She kicked me in the stomach, causing me to double over in pain. I wanted to fight back, but I still seemed to be under her spell. My body was distorted, but I could feel every ounce of distress she poured on me.

"I can't think I'll come across a slave on my visit here, but I should denounce you to my Lycan king husband. I am certain that he will punish you in ways you cannot conceive."

She stood up and stepped back, and that was the moment I felt my body again. But now that she lifted the dark magic from me, I could feel myself floating weightlessly in the air.

I glared at her. "What are you doing to me?"

Her arm was raised, and every time her fingers snapped, I was pushed against the four corners of the room, like a rag doll being hurled around by an invisible force. The agony was so intense that all I could do was scream.

"Please, let me alone. My baby is hurting!"

She could hurt me all she wanted, but not my unborn baby. Maxus and I had waited for him to be conceived for so long, and now I couldn't do anything to protect him other than beg for mercy. The room was spinning, and I could feel myself losing consciousness. But then I was back in the middle of the room. My feet were still hovering above the ground, but drops of blood were now splattering on the floor.

"My… my baby." I cradled my belly as his pulse began to weaken. "Hold on. Please hold on for a little while. Your father will come and save us."

"Tell me the father of that bastard, and I will not hesitate to heal you," Gaia said. "I can do that in a wave of my fingers. But if you continue to claim that the Lycan king is the father, then you will receive the opposite of my help."

I was trembling as I raised my chin. My eyes couldn't open properly as I tried to focus on Gaia's face. Blood streamed down my legs, and I could feel my life slipping away. But I refused to give in to fear, knowing that my mate would come for me soon. I have to be alive so he can heal me and our baby.

"I said the father of my baby is Maxus, the Lycan king himself. I am pregnant with the future heir to the Lycan throne," I managed to gasp out, hoping my words would reach Gaia before it was too late. "Please, spare me for the sake of our child."

Her face turned red with rage. In that same moment, some spheres of light popped from the window and surrounded her. I shut my eyes as the light blinded me. And when I looked up again, I found three women with the same features as Gaia staring back at me.

"Who is this woman, Princess Gaia?" the one dressed in almost nothing but a few scraps of fabric, asked with a sneer.

"Is she pregnant?" another fae asked, who was covered in leaves and flowers. "She looked awful. I can't even gaze at her without feeling nauseous."

"What's her crime that you have to punish this woman, Your Highness?" the third fae in a flowing gown inquired, shaking her head at me.

The three fae continued to ask questions to the point that their voices irritated Gaia's ears, causing her to snap back at them. "This woman claims to be the Lycan queen, pregnant with their child, so I have to punish her for ambitioning for the position that belongs solely to me!"