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

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rned into a nightmare. My father's ruthless ambition had destroyed everything I held dear. He had destroyed peopl

sleep. My pack was attacked unexpectedly, leaving me as the only survivor of

as painful that I had lost my whole family in one day. "But why didn't I cry?" No matter how hard I tr

ing bag. My father's hatred for me was palpable, and I couldn't fathom why.

mother? She was the embodiment of pure evil, a witch who revelled in my misery.

as now his slave. The weight of my new reality crushed me. I was forced to end

in to my fear and humiliation, or I could find a way to survive. Alpha D'Marcus eyes seemed

ut very ruthless among the realm, and I wondered how my f

e, sniffing ever

this man d

vulsion wash over me. His eyes seemed to gleam with a sinister inte

is voice reeking with spite. "I can see why your fathe

as nothing I could do; I knew I had to keep my fee

me?" I asked, trying

you know exactly what I want," he said, his eyes glinting with

ss and depraved man. As he reached out to touch me, I flinched, trying

his breath hot against my ear. "

you would pay for all the things your father had done to the people of my pack. But unfortunatel

e piercing through

mand. If you don't want to meet your demise like your fam

shook with fear. My mind reeled from all the possib

o gleam with sadistic pleasur

bed, and spread your legs," he ordered. "

ver me as I slowly began to remove

e. My heart sank, knowing what was to come. He got

laything," he whispered, his

ng to regret ev

linched, trying to pull away, but as old as he was, he was still very st

ition," he growled, his

d. But as I did, my knee jerked up, and it hit him directly on his jaw. I could

anger. But he wasn't balanced, and as he moved,

ing on the bed to see Alpha Dmarcus on the floor. He wasn't moving. I touched him and called ou

ow," I muttered to myself, panic

t a loud, hysterical laugh. It was as if my brain

rs of my eyes. To be fair, Alpha Dmarcus did look ridiculou

e pack had been slaughtered, and I was paying for my father's

to myself, trying to compose m

do. My mind was racing with thoughts of the consequences of my actions. I h

d to myself, my voice tremblin

I could just lie that I met him like this. I took his robe, trying to cover him up, just like how I had

. "Daddy, Daddy, we have a hu

heodora. She was a stunning beauty with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown ha

lurted, her eyes wide