The Lycan King Human Mate

out my slow travel, the shaking of my body strengtheni

ow, in the opposite direction of the Talonlobo pack and had swiftly slipped on a coat, whi

vided, knowing that there was a strong chan

all to my knees. My breathing was ragged and cracked lips numb. Thin fingers clawed at the snow, frustrat

was stinging my ears and face, somehow esca

port of a tree to assist me. The rough bark tore into my fingers pads when I stum

led deeply and exhaled slowly in an attempt t

low. Panic surged forward at the realization that I had no idea of how

any Lycans who were so eager to capture humans and us

ered that many of the townsfolk, including my parents, had plotted a protest regarding the destructive acti

towards the darkening grey sky. Evening was approaching

nting as my feet sunk into ankle-deep cold snow, unsu

iffening in disbelief as I stared through narrowed eyes at the trees which still, surrounded me.

them to press against my cheeks, branches rattl

tion which suddenly surrounded my ankle. I knelt slowly to the ground, pushing away han

flow from the wound caught my attention and I sighed, exam

ut stopped when I noticed the trap tightening around

d momentarily as I had no choice but to completely lower myself to the groun

d from it's lowered state, eyes flitting around the surrounding trees, skin prickling with unease. The rela

g around me, only to frown at the fe

to turn towards the sound, but the trap prevented me from doing so. "The com

warned, a loud snarky growl

rts of missions, especially with you

wing in my throat. Small gasps puffed from my lips and I buckled to the sno

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led my chest at the realization of my nakedness. I grimaced as I felt a pang of pain from my ankle, cocking my hea

s in a bathtub, a white bathtub so clean and so pretty, so unlike

ck, noticing that the edges of my vision were darkening as I did so. An intense amount of drowsiness sl

ck of my head, lifting it up momentarily and then careful

ter pouring fro

hair, thick fingers gingerly rubbing it into my curls. The scent of oranges

in the corner of eye and I frowned, eyelashes

re was soothing against my skin and my fingers drifted over the lig

ng at the wind battering a

ed. My attention snapped away from it at the sound of wood creaking, low voices,

nd and I pulled off the heavy sheets from around my body

e was b

sad black eyes stared back at me. I examined my sunken cheeks, clean skin and w

formed

ng since I was so

dividuals behind those voices were Lycans; the particular, throaty way they'd spoken,

aken to the

pinching together. Why would a Lycan bother to wash and dress me in these

my surprise, the door popped open and my breath caught in disbelief. I paused, l

he many closed doors in this hallway, stepping out of th

lert. No voices came from beyond the doors, no sounds that signall

d my eyes narrowed further; I was certain that I had heard people speaking just minutes earlier and my assumpt

kly in my chest even though I had not walked far. I knew that there was little possibi

I ensured to place most of my weight on my le

the flares of pain that struck with each ginger step. I was panting

dangling from the ceiling, it's bright lights overwhelming and s

way, I could see two large doors that were closed by my right and to my left, an open

of it, limping to the double doors in hopes that I would be a

vel to. But nonetheless, I needed to leave this place which I strongly suspected to be

s, fear and horror making itself known in my being