Chapter 3 His Dominant desire

In a dimly lit room, my quiet sobs echoed as I hugged my legs tightly to my chest, tears streaming down my face.

I've been trapped here for two days, and it feels like my life has lost all hope. The memories of my father's brutal death, the betrayal, and the rejection keep replaying in my mind, especially the moment I watched my mate suffocate him.

It feels like the Moon Goddess has cursed me with this fate.

Now, I'm nothing more than someone's possession. My life isn't mine anymore-what a cruel twist of fate.

I've been crying since the moment I was brought here, but those tears haven't changed anything; they can't bring back what I've lost. The memories haunt me like a relentless trauma, messing with my mind.

"Take her to the Dungeon and hand her over to Oberon to kill her and feed her flesh to the Dark Beast. There shouldn't be a trace of her left." Those words echo in my head, driving me to the brink of insanity. If I could, I would strangle him myself. He has to pay for the pain he's caused me.

"Father..." I broke down, remembering how that poor man was strangled to death. My eyes feel heavy, and my heart races. I need help! I need to escape this hellish cage... why me!?

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a grumpy man who strode in without even glancing at my tear-streaked face.

"Stand," he commanded with authority, but I wasn't ready to look up or respond. I wasn't going anywhere with him.

"Stand," he repeated, his voice harsh, but I still didn't lift my gaze.

I was too weak to stand, let alone walk. Frustrated, the grumpy man yanked me up, forcing me to my feet. I felt like I might collapse; I couldn't even muster the strength to stay upright.

"What do you want from me?" I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible but still clear enough to be heard.

He ignored my question and dragged me out. I had no energy left to resist; I just let him pull me along as if am nothing.

He paused in the middle of the expansive hallway, where two maidens approached me. I was completely bewildered about what was happening.

"Come with me," one of them said, but I just stood there, staring like a deer caught in headlights. My throat felt too dry to speak or even defend myself.

Seeing that I wasn't ready to go along with them, the two maidens grabbed my arms and led me to a bathroom. They washed and cleaned my entire body, and afterward, they dressed me in a sheer gown that left me feeling utterly confused. Why would they put me in something so revealing, showing off all my body parts?

"Are there any other dresses?" I asked, but they didn't respond. Frustration bubbled up inside me, and I started to pull away from them. "Get me another dress! I won't wear this; I don't like it, and it's too exposing!" I managed to say, using the little strength I had left.

The two maidens exchanged glances before turning back to me. "I'm sorry, but this order came from your Grace, and you have no choice but to wear this... although we do have another gown if you'd like to see it," Martha, one of the maidens, explained.

The mention of the word "King" sent a shiver down my spine. Could it be the cold-hearted devil who bought me at the auction? "You have other gowns, yet you still chose this one?" I questioned. But I followed her into the dressing room, only to find that all the clothes were the same-transparent and unwearable.

"Follow me," the rude maiden, Jude, instructed. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and a guard clad in armor stepped inside. His weathered face and menacing presence demanded attention.

"The king is waiting," his deep voice cut through the air, his gaze locking onto me. "Follow me."

My legs shook as I trailed behind the guard down the dimly lit hallway.

With each step, the air felt heavier, a chilling aura emanating from the room at the end. I didn't need to be told-I knew the Lycan King was waiting for me.

"Get in," the guard commanded, his words hitting me like a punch to the gut. With a reluctant push, I opened the large, imposing door.

I stepped into the dark chamber, and as the door creaked shut behind her, the sound echoed through the room like a haunting toll.

I froze, my gaze fixed on the floor, acutely aware that he was watching me, making it hard to catch my breath.

"Come over here," his deep, seductive voice wrapped around me like a warm blanket. But I stood frozen, reluctant to move.

"Don't make me say it again." This time, his tone was more commanding. Reluctantly, I began to walk slowly until I reached the bedside, unable to shake the instinctual fear that gripped me.

King Dominic flicked the lights to a harsh white, illuminating my body. He had deliberately instructed the maids to dress me in that sheer gown, ensuring he had an unobstructed view of me.

I cursed under my breath, my eyes filled with disgust. He switched the lights back to red, a color that sent a chill of terror through me.

The king stepped closer, making me shrink back in fear. He leaned in, his hot breath brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine while igniting something deep within me.

"Strip," he commanded, his voice almost spellbinding. Without thinking, I reached for the strap of my dress and loosened it, letting it slide down to the floor, exposing my bare skin. His golden eyes remained locked on my body.

I was bewildered; I should have been fighting for my freedom, yet here I was, obeying his every command.

"Ha!" I gasped lightly as he pulled down the fabric. My breasts bounced free, and he caught my breast in his hand.

"Not big enough," he muttered, and my jaw dropped in shock.

He rolled his thumb over my left nipple and pinched it, causing me to wince. I shut my eyes tight, biting my lower lip to stifle any sounds that might escape.

King Dominic smirked at my reaction, clearly enjoying my struggle against his seduction. "Present yourself to me on the bed." His voice was rough and thick, making my nerves tighten.

I gritted my teeth, eyes closed. "P...please," I managed to whisper, my voice trembling.

Another guttural groan followed, this one filled with anger, sending a shiver down my spine.

With no other option, I turned and took a few shaky steps away from him, my legs trembling with fear. His golden-red eyes were etched in my mind, the memory causing me to stumble.

I climbed onto the bed, parted my legs, and arched my back. A bitter sigh escaped my lips as I braced myself for what was to come.

The bed dipped beneath me, a clear indication that he had joined me. I whimpered, beads of sweat trickling down my face.

I tried to mentally prepare for what was about to unfold, but I kept faltering.

Today was meant to be my first day as the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, yet here I was, at the mercy of the merciless Lycan King.

I felt his large hands press against my thighs, spreading my legs further and lifting them slightly. I caught a glimpse of his figure, and my breath hitched in my throat.

His muscles rippled, showcasing his raw power. He was magnificent, terrifying-and completely lost in his primal instincts.

His hands left my thighs and reached for my own, which were gripping the sheets tightly. He folded them behind my back and pressed my chest into the bed, arching my back to make way for him.

I could feel his member against my thigh, firm and ready. Its tip pressed against my folds, making my eyes widen in shock.

He was enormous. Way too big for me to handle.

"Do you know what happens if I take you and mark you right now?" His deep voice rumbled, and I felt myself gulp.

"What?" I asked breathlessly, surprised I managed to keep my voice steady. Was he really going to mark me when I wasn't even his mate?

"It means every inch of you will belong to me..." he replied, his voice low and sultry as he brought his hand forward, caressing my lip with his thumb.

"Your lips are mine."

I held my breath as he trailed his hand down my chest, squeezing my nipples so hard that I whimpered...

"Master..."

"Your breasts... are mine," he growled, shifting behind me to deliver a sharp spank to my backside.

"Ah!" I gasped at the sudden sting.

"Your ass is mine," he said with a commanding tone, then moved his hand back to my front, dragging it down to my slick pussy.

"Ohh," a moan escaped my lips as he slipped a finger inside... I was so incredibly wet... Too soaked, and I couldn't quite grasp how his touch was driving me wild.

"And your pussy is mine," he asserted firmly as my muscles tightened around his finger, coating it with my sweet juices. "If any man dares to touch you... even a fraction of how I touch you," he warned, gripping my throat to emphasize his point.

I let out a sharp whimper.

"He'll find himself in a shallow grave, and you'll be tied to my bed, fucked so hard that my name is the only thing you'll remember," he said, moving his finger deeper inside me.

"Do you understand?" he whispered.