My Alpha Abused Me Until the Lycan Prince Claimed Me

The guards' hands dug into my arms as they dragged me toward the exit, their grip bruising against my skin. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, unable to bear the pitying glances from the pack members. The humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain could.

"Move faster," one of the guards growled, yanking me forward.

I stumbled, nearly falling to my knees again. This time, no one would be there to catch me.

Suddenly, a blast of wind tore through the hall, so powerful it knocked several wolves off their feet. The double doors at the entrance—massive oak reinforced with silver—splintered off their hinges with a deafening crack.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" Maxwell roared, his Alpha tone vibrating through the room.

But his command fell flat as a figure stepped into the doorway, backlit by moonlight that seemed to crown him in silver.

My breath caught in my throat.

Adam Wheeler stood there, taller and more imposing than I remembered. His broad shoulders filled the doorframe, and his eyes—those piercing blue eyes I'd dreamed about for years—surveyed the room with cold fury.

But it was the aura radiating from him that made everyone freeze.

Golden light pulsed around him in waves, pressing down on the room with crushing intensity. It wasn't just Alpha power—it was something far more ancient and powerful. Lycan.

Every wolf in the room instinctively lowered their heads, necks bared in submission. Even Maxwell took an involuntary step back, his eyes widening in shock.

"Alpha Hudson," Adam's voice cut through the silence, deeper and more commanding than I remembered. "Care to explain why my mate is being treated like garbage on your territory?"

His mate? The words echoed in my head, impossible to process.

Adam's gaze found mine across the room, and something electric passed between us. Then he moved, each step deliberate and predatory as he walked through the crowd.

The pack parted before him like water, wolves scrambling to get out of his path. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe.

He stopped before me, kneeling down to my level. The guards holding me trembled visibly, but Adam ignored them completely.

"Hannah," he whispered, his voice softening for just me.

A low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest as he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His touch was gentle, reverent—nothing like Maxwell's harsh handling.

"Get your hands off her!" Maxwell finally found his voice, though it shook slightly. "She belongs to this pack!"

Adam's head snapped up, eyes flashing with lethal intent. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.

"Belongs?" Adam's voice was deadly quiet. "She is not property to be owned."

He stood slowly, towering over Maxwell. "She is my mate."

The word reverberated through the hall like thunder.

"That's impossible," Zendaya hissed, stepping forward. "She's just a wolfless Omega!"

Adam didn't even look at her. His focus remained entirely on me as he shrugged off his coat—a beautiful leather jacket that probably cost more than I earned in a year—and wrapped it gently around my shoulders.

"Come," he said simply, offering me his hand.

I placed my fingers in his palm, trembling. The moment our skin touched, sparks danced between us—literal static electricity that made me gasp.

Adam's eyes darkened with hunger as he pulled me against him, one arm securing me at his side. "We're leaving now."

"No one leaves my territory without permission," Maxwell snarled, but his voice lacked conviction.

Adam's response was to unleash another wave of crushing aura that sent Maxwell staggering backward.

"I am not asking permission," Adam said coldly. "I am invoking the ancient right of sanctuary for my mate."

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The night air was crisp against my face as Adam carried me out of Hudson territory. I didn't fight him—I couldn't. My body felt weightless in his arms, and for the first time in years, I felt... safe.

He placed me gently in the passenger seat of a sleek black SUV I'd never seen before, buckling the seatbelt with careful attention.

"Where are we going?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"My estate," he replied, starting the engine. "It's just outside pack borders."

As we drove through the moonlit forest, Adam's hand found mine across the console. Every time our skin touched, those strange sparks appeared again.

"What are those?" I whispered, watching blue-white light dance between our fingers.

Adam's eyes met mine briefly before returning to the road. "The mate bond," he said softly. "It's been there since we were children, Hannah. I never forgot you."

He pulled into a long driveway lined with ancient oaks, leading to a stunning modern mansion that gleamed silver in the moonlight.

"I felt your distress miles away," he continued as he parked. "The bond pulled me here just in time."

As he helped me from the car, his fingers brushed my cheek where a bruise was forming. The tenderness in his touch made my heart ache.

"Why would a Lycan Prince want someone like me?" I asked, unable to believe this was real.

Adam's eyes flashed with something dangerous. "Because you're mine," he growled. "And I'm going to show you exactly what that means."