Chapter 1 I don't want this

"Ahhh...hmmm" Liah moaned from the double shot of pleasure,she was bent on all fours. Rael's dick in her mouth while Kael's dick was thrusting into her pussy. Kael's left hand was wrapped around her neck while his right was gently caressing her butts. Rael on the other hand fucked Liah's mouth while his hands played with her c-cupped breasts.

Rael tucked the hair covering her face behind her ear and buried his fingers in her black hair. "I'm Cumming." Kael said from behind. "Hmmm." Liah moaned again. It seemed she was also going to cum,and so was Rael.The kind of pleasure she received was unlike any other. It was completely unexplainable.

It was intense,my frail body could hardly handle it.

I was a hybrid maid, trying to seek revenge for my parents death.

They're lycans princes who I despised so much.

~~~ Flash Back To When It All Started ~~~

Three years back

"Liah!" My mother's voice echoed behind me, panicked and breathless. I knew she was chasing me, but she wouldn't reach me in time.

My father-king Thor-sat tall on his throne, having a conversation with two wolf shifters of two neighboring packs. Lawrence, son of Ryker of Teris Pack, and George, son of Victor of claw-shot Pack. They were both my supposed suitors. But I won't let them have their way.

The very thought made my stomach churn.

"I won't be marrying any of you!" I shouted, my voice cracking through the throne room.

Gasps rippled through the chamber. The guards stiffened. My mother reached the entrance just as I finished, her hand clutching her chest like she'd just been stabbed.

"Liah!" Father stood up abruptly. "What are you doing? You're not supposed to be here. Leave at once!"

"No!" I shouted, my voice became louder. "Sorry to disobey you, your highness," I added.

Lawrence and George both rose to their feet, their faces tight.

"Your highness," Lawrence said coldly, "you said she was obedient and willing. Quite aware of the unity this marriage was meant to form."

George scoffed. "This isn't the girl you described."

"Oh please," I spat, facing them fully. "You power-hungry wolf shifters think I'm a pawn? That I'll play nicely and wear a pretty dress while you pass me around like some treaty?"

"Liah!" My father snapped. The sharpness in his voice felt like a slap.

But I didn't back down, because I wasn't done yet.

"This marriage alliance is over," I said, my voice low, yet deadly. "Leave. Now."

The two men hesitated, but the fury on their faces gave way to humiliation. George growled beneath his breath. "You'll be hearing from our fathers, king Thor. I can't believe this."

Lawrence said nothing, just shot me a look full of disdain before they both stormed past my mother out of the chamber.

For a moment, the room was silent. Then...

**

"How dare you!" My father roared, his voice like thunder. "This is the height of disgrace! You're a princess, for god sake!"

"I never asked to be!" I snapped.

"I'm tired of your rebellion, your outburst, your defiance!" He pointed at my mother. "And you! Queen Rachel, this is your doing. I told you, you were spoiling her too much, now look what Liah has turned too."

My mother flinched as if struck by lightning.

My chest tightened with rage and hurt. "If you need an heir to be queen so badly, why not give the crown to Rory? She's always been the perfect little princess. Make her your heir!"

"Liah-" mother's voice wavered.

"I don't want to be a part of this!" I screamed, my voice raw. "And I certainly don't want to be queen!"

My father's face darkened. His eyes burned with fury, and before I could brace myself, he raised his hand.

And I flinched backward trying to hide my face, my mother gasped. "Thor, don't-"

I stared at him-unbothered of what's yet to come. I didn't think it'll have to come to this father,

I ripped the circlet from my head-the polished silver still warm from my skin-and I threw it on the marble floor. It clattered loudly, spinning at the feet of my father and mother.

The sound echoed.

"I am tired!" I screamed, my voice shaking with fury. "Tired of your rules. 'Liah, do this.' 'Liah, act like this.' 'You're of royalty, you must marry this one or that one.' I'm done pretending like I'm ok!"

My chest heavy. And their stunned faces only increased the anger boiling inside of me.

"You all forgot one thing," I continued, my voice low but filled with pain. "I'm a wolf shifter, not some fragile puppet on a throne. I have the right to choose who I want. My mate could be out there! I could find him tomorrow-or today!"

My father's face turned furious. My mother took a step closer pleading silently with her eyes.

"We're clearly not on the same page," I said, glaring at them both. "So I denounce myself as heir. As princess of silvermoon. I want nothing to do with this kingdom anymore."

I, Princess Liah Patrick, denounce myself as the heir, your daughter and pack member of silvermoon pack and I cut all links to you all.

And I turned my back on them.

"No!" My mother's screams echoed through the hall like a shattered glass. "Liah, please!"

I didn't even look back.

"Goodbye, father," I said coldly, then ran. My heels clamping on the cold floor, the walls of the palace blurring around me.

"Don't just stand there like fools!" My father screamed behind me while holding his chest. "Don't let her get away! Drag her if you must!"

I heard the guards run after me.

My mother collapsed onto the floor, her voice breaking apart behind me. "Please, Liah... don't do this... this is your home, where will you go?" Her sobs broke my heart, but I couldn't stop. Not now.

My lungs burned as I sprinted through the castle hallways, pushing past startled servants, trying hard to pass through tight corridors I once memorized as a child. I reached the back exit-

Freedom. I said to myself.

The cool air brushed my skin as I ran out of the palace, my heart pounding like a drum. I didn't stop running even when I heard boots behind me. The palace lights faded in the distance and my body screamed in protest from exhaustion.

I was on the run now.

"I can't take their controls anymore," I whispered between my ragging breaths as I darted through the woods beyond the gates. "If I have to be rebellious to find my happiness... then so be it.

"I'm sorry, mother," I whispered into the dark, slowing down now that I was losing my father's guards. "But I have to do this. No one knows the emotional weight I've been carrying. The pressure to smile, to act like a queen and princess, to act perfect-to be the flawless daughter, the noble leader and the queen they do dream of... I just can't do it anymore."

Tears slid down my cheeks. As I heard the howls of pack members, they must have felt it too. The bond I broke, ugh!

Then I remembered my uncle's voice which echoed in my mind. "You do have a choice, Liah. They'll never admit it, but you do. Don't let yourself be confined by your parents."

He was right.

"They have Rory," I said quietly, wiping my tears with trembling fingers. She's strong and submissive. She'll take my place.

Where are you? We must leave now. He mindlinked me.

I looked at silvermoon castle one more time, with teary eyes. Goodbye father, good bye mother... Those were my last words at my kingdom.