Prisoner Of Lycan King

I was motionless due to his breath striking the back of my neck. He maintained his grip on my body, and my neck remained locked in his arm.

How many times did I swallow?

I moved my hand to my stockings again, but he stopped me before I could do so.

I attempted to strike him with the elbow of my hand, but he dissuaded me.

"You are not permitted to do the second trick on me." Each time he speaks, I could feel his words pulling on my skin.

My pulse became more rapid. I haven't begun yet, but a leash has already been tied to my neck.

"How did you regain consciousness after the drug I gave you?" My tone of voice remained severe, and I was determined not to be scared by him.

I intended to remove my hand, but he had no trouble slipping it behind my back and releasing his grip on my neck.

Who is this man? Why is he so strong?

Additionally, since I am unable to smell him, I have no idea who he is or whether he is indeed the Lycan king!

When the guards approached us, I heard the sound of steel.

And they showed up, understanding that I was finally in their hands. I attempted to attack him again, but despite my desire to shift, I was unable to do so due to what seemed to be a chain in my body.

"...Lycan..."

"Logan, Lycan..."

The guards, I believe, spoke one after the other and then knelt on one of their knees to pay homage to the person behind me. My heart sank as the rage inside me burst like a volcano. Who...

Who assassinated Archer?

"Secure her in an underground cell and I'll pay her a visit after the masquerade party." As he instructed one of the guards, his voice was deep.

The guy rose to his feet and carried chains. He placed them on my wrist and foot just before I was shoved by the guy behind me.

When I finally saw the man, he was dressed entirely in royal regalia. If he was earlier naked, he is now dressed in a crimson long robe emperor gown. He was also wearing a crown.

Obviously, his stance provides you with varying tensions. I was astonished by his face and long hair, which was perfect for the royal robe he was wearing.

He locked his gaze on me, and my eye remained where he stood. Three males already have me in their clutches. Perhaps they are terrified that I will unexpectedly fight them.

How am I gonna do that? No matter how powerful I am, I am unable to free myself from these heavy chains, all the more so now that Darkmoon made these unbreakable chains.

They have already compelled me to accompany them.

I'm not sure how I lost sight of whom they refer to as Logan Lycan. We entered the palace, and it was then that I realized its enormity. No additional guests have come, and hence no one has seen me yet.

As we neared the hall where the party would be held, the guy pressed a button and the wall fell down, forming a stairway leading to a dark spot.

I was frozen, yet the chains rang again as I struggled to continue going. I would have simply questioned as to where they would put me.

However, I had lost consciousness because of the substance injected into my shoulder. My body just succumbed, and my vision went completely black.

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I opened my eyes and tried to move but was unable to do so since my foot and hand were bound to the bed. My wrist was lifted on both bed posts, which were now inflexible due to the rope.

I examined my foot and saw it was open because of a lengthy metal between my legs. This is a metal spreader that the royals employ when one of their pack members violates the rules. This is often used to expand their feet when they are hanging in the air to receive their punishment.

To serve as the crook's focal point. I also couldn’t speak as I felt my mouth with a cloth tied to the back of my head.

"MmMhh." I was at a great disadvantage and could only whimper.

When my eyes went to my side, I saw the guy seated in a corner like a king. Legs crossed and eyes locked on mine.

I stared furiously at him. I want that every time I look at him, my stares would become daggers because I want them to strike his body while his blood flows.

The surroundings remain black, but the candle provides a glimmer of light in between, which allows us to see each other. His lips formed a meaningful grin.

"You are awake."

As I tried to escape once again, the iron bed chimed.

He confronted me, and as he brushed his fingers

over my body, my eyes widened, and my body shivers.

I sensed the way our skin caressed one another. This is the first time I've felt anything like this.

I lifted my head and bowed to my body, and it was then that I realized I was undressed.

As a reaction, I struggled even harder, despite the fact that my wrist was already aching from the effort.

Nevertheless, my body froze and ceased functioning—- with him a single hit to my body, I was already writhing in agony.

I nearly vomited blood, was in excruciating pain, and seemed to lose consciousness again. Notwithstanding my desire to shut my eyes, I looked at him and observed his eyes were black and devoid of any hint of sympathy.

"What I despise about everyone is the person who is incapable of reprimanding." His voice is resonant with strength, and anyone who hears it will be the only one who takes a step back in terms.

I want to reach and touch my stomach because the heat is still around it. I was terrified as he drew out his canine tooth and seemed to be about to attack me.

I could no longer fight back as he removed the cloth from my mouth and kept going.

"And as I've said before, I shall cause you to scream my name."