Lysandra: A slave to the beast, the savage Lycan king

Lysandra's POV

As I stood before Alpha Dmarcus, my heart sank like a stone in a bottomless pit. It's been weeks since my life turned into a nightmare. My father's ruthless ambition had destroyed everything I held dear. He had destroyed people's lives and enslaved innocent people, both young and old. He had torn families apart, ravaging different packs.

The memories of that day still haunt me till now, every single night when I sleep. My pack was attacked unexpectedly, leaving me as the only survivor of my family. And now I'm left to face the consequences of my father's action.

But the shocking part is that I didn't even shed a tear for my family. Like I couldn't care less. It was painful that I had lost my whole family in one day. "But why didn't I cry?" No matter how hard I tried. The tears weren't just coming out. That shows how the people I call family have been cruel to me.

They had made my life a living hell, treating me like a servant and a punching bag. My father's hatred for me was palpable, and I couldn't fathom why. We shared the same blood, but it seemed like a curse rather than a blessing.

My sister had been just as cruel, ordering me around like a personal maid. And my mother? She was the embodiment of pure evil, a witch who revelled in my misery. I should be grieving, but all I felt was a deep-seated relief that they were gone.

But my freedom was short-lived. Alpha Dmarcus had taken over our pack, and I was now his slave. The weight of my new reality crushed me. I was forced to endure the whims of my new master, who seemed to take great pleasure in my misery.

As I stood before him, half-naked and vulnerable, I knew I had to make a choice. I could give in to my fear and humiliation, or I could find a way to survive. Alpha D'Marcus eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I knew I had to tread carefully. One wrong move could mean disaster.

I was scared for my life; Alpha Dmarcus was one old man but very ruthless among the realm, and I wondered how my father was so foolish to have crossed paths with this man.

He loomed over me, sniffing every part of my body.

"Oh my god, this man disgusts me."

As he continued to sniff me like a wild animal, I felt a wave of revulsion wash over me. His eyes seemed to gleam with a sinister intent, and I knew I had to keep my wits about me if I wanted to survive.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" He said, his voice reeking with spite. "I can see why your father kept you hidden away. You're a prize worth keeping."

At this moment I was boiling in anger, but there was nothing I could do; I knew I had to keep my feelings in check. I couldn't afford to upset him yet.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Alpha Dmarcus chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I want," he said, his eyes glinting with lust. "You're going to make a fine addition to my collection."

Realisation hit me now that I was trapped, at the mercy of this ruthless and depraved man. As he reached out to touch me, I flinched, trying to pull away. But he was too strong, and he held me in place with ease.

"Don't struggle," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "It will only make things worse."

"Why did you think I spared your life?" Alpha Dmarcus sneered, his eyes glinting with hate. "So you would pay for all the things your father had done to the people of my pack. But unfortunately, your sister had to die so fast. Guess she couldn't take the pain, but you did, surprisingly."

He paused, his gaze piercing through me like a dagger.

"So right now, you will do as I say and obey my every command. If you don't want to meet your demise like your family, you'll do exactly as I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I do," I replied, my voice trembling as I shook with fear. My mind reeled from all the possible things I knew this man was capable of doing to me.

Alpha D'Marcus' eyes seemed to gleam with sadistic pleasure as he gave his next command.

"Now, take off that robe and lay on that bed, and spread your legs," he ordered. "I want to see that pretty face of yours."

I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me as I slowly began to remove the robe, my hands shaking with fear.

As I lay on the bed, I watched him take off his robe. My heart sank, knowing what was to come. He got onto the bed, his naked body pressing against mine.

"You're going to be my new plaything," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

"And you're going to regret ever being born."

I felt disgusted as he reached out for my thighs as he touched them. I flinched, trying to pull away, but as old as he was, he was still very strong. He slapped me hard on my face, and I could feel the surge of pain.

"Remain in that same position," he growled, his eyes flashing with anger.

I had to gradually adjust to the way he wanted, trying to obey his every command. But as I did, my knee jerked up, and it hit him directly on his jaw. I could hear the clenching of his teeth as they jammed together, and he cried in pain.

He raised his head up, his naked body tense with anger. But he wasn't balanced, and as he moved, he slipped from the bed and fell onto his neck.

I didn't hear any sound of him groaning in pain. The room was totally silent. I stood up, crawling on the bed to see Alpha Dmarcus on the floor. He wasn't moving. I touched him and called out his name, but there was no answer. I checked his heartbeat, but there was nothing. He was dead!

"Oh no, this can't be happening now," I muttered to myself, panic setting in. "Fuck, wrong timing."

But then, something unexpected happened. I let out a loud, hysterical laugh. It was as if my brain couldn't process the absurdity of the situation.

"What is happening?" I laughed, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. To be fair, Alpha Dmarcus did look ridiculous on the floor, naked with his neck twisted at an odd angle.

But my laughter was short-lived. I knew I was doomed. My whole pack had been slaughtered, and I was paying for my father's sins as a slave. And now, I had mistakenly killed the alpha.

"This is not good," I whispered to myself, trying to compose myself. "This is very, very bad."

Immediately, I started shaking as reality kicked in. I didn't know what to do. My mind was racing with thoughts of the consequences of my actions. I had killed the alpha, and I knew that this pack would not take kindly to this.

"What have I done?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling with fear. "What have I done?"

Just then, I came down from the bed, crying. I tried to keep Alpha Dmarcus in a straight position; maybe I could just lie that I met him like this. I took his robe, trying to cover him up, just like how I had met him. While doing this, I didn't care about myself; I was stark naked, trying to dress up a dead man.

Suddenly, the door burst open. "Daddy, Daddy, we have a huge problem," a voice exclaimed.

I turned to see who it was, and my heart stopped. It was Alpha Dmarcus's daughter, Theodora. She was a stunning beauty with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair. But her beauty was the last thing on my mind as she took in the scene before her.

"What the fuck?" she blurted, her eyes wide with shock and disgust.