Claiming Our Runaway Lycan Queen

IRA'S POV

"You will serve at the coronation ceremony." Denmark fired his orders. "You are expected to do everything perfectly and don't cause a ruckus."

He flung a piece of paper towards me.

"That's the address. You go tonight, do as you're asked and come right back. Don't even think about running away, we both know you won't survive without me."

I picked the rough handled piece of paper and hid my pain. "Yes sir."

"The gig have been handsomely paid for. Do not put the name of this business to shame, Ira. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

Denmark stood up, more like wriggled his way out of the chair. He was an overweight. A slave trader who found me in the woods four years ago.

He gave me a roof over my head in exchange for my services. I gladly agreed and signed it in my blood.

I didn't know what I was getting myself into. And even if I did, I would have signed my soul anyway. I couldn't risk getting caught.

My head remained bowed and my knees planted to the tiled floor. I let Denmark perform his usual rites before letting me go.

Denmark abused and used me for his sick pleasures. He was sick in the head and he proved it by ripping me off my clothing down to my underwear.

"You look decent." He grunted in approval. "There will be a lot of high ranked wolves in that event. I expect you to put your looks to good use and bring back enough money to cover your living expenses."

That was his way of reminding me to prostitute myself to any willing wolf looking for a good lay.

"Don't come back empty handed." He warned with a sick smile.

"Yes sir."

"Good." Denmark left the living room, making a mess as he left to answer his ringing phone.

I got up from the floor, my knees were bruised and sore from kneeling and the menial tasks I was assigned.

"You should kill him..." I heard my wolf whisper into my mind. "You should let me rip him to shreds."

Khanos was my other half. My soulmate and the only one who understood me in the entire world. She was my fierce Lycan wolf.

The last of her kind. She was the reason I lived this life. To protect us from the death that lurked in the shadows of our true identity.

"It's been four years, Khanos." I chided. "We are getting settled in here. We can't ruin that now."

My wolf huffed at my words, knowing I was right but refusing to humour me with a response.

I've been on the run with my wolf ever since I could walk. The last words of my mother who was killed by some rogues while we camped in the woods never left me.

"Run, Ira! Do not let them get you!"

Every night I heard her voice. It spurred me to action. Kept me grounded and always on the run. When I entered the werewolf community and landed in the hands of Denmark, I decided to remain.

With that decision came a price. I had to live as a slave and reduced myself to be maltreated by peasants. Everytime my wolf ached to come out and show them who's boss, I restricted her.

These days, it was easier to live as a low ranking wolf in the community. I was used to the abuse and my wild wolf was easier to contain.