Enslaved By The Lycan King.

I was fourteen when I saw what the real world was.

Waking up with the sound of screams and pleas, I remembered scrambling towards my door to see what was happening. But before I could even touch the knob, the door slammed open, revealing a man so tall and big that I immediately trembled in intimidation and fear.

"You're coming with us, girl," he said.

I could never forget the huge scar across his face. It started on his left brow towards the right side of his neck. I wondered what kind of creature could still live through what seemed like a deep wound in his body. Then I realized he wasn't just any other man. He was some sort of a creature that could withstand what a weak person like me couldn't.

Seeing that I was staring at his scar, the man growled at me that had me whimpering. His large hand grasped my arm. "Get inside that truck and do not make a sound."

Scared, I swallowed whatever screams I was about to get out of my throat. He pushed me, and with shaking legs, I walked out of our house.

And that's when I saw my Dad, on the patio. Bloody. Dead.

The trembling on my legs reverberated towards my stomach, towards my chest, traveling all around my body.

I knew I was screaming, but I couldn't hear myself. I knew I was crying, but I couldn't feel my tears. I knew I was in pain, but I ironically couldn't feel anything at that time.

I was frozen in memory. My mind stayed at the exact moment where I saw the only family I've ever had and loved my entire life.

My Dad. I was everything I am because of him. And now... he's gone.

I didn't know how I got inside the truck. All I remembered was I was already surrounded by some other girls. They were from our village, some I knew, some I didn't. But almost nothing registered in me at the shock of what was happening. Maybe I spaced out so bad, or just went unconscious.

All I knew was I woke up in a place where my life changed forever.

As a kid, I've heard so many terrifying stories about these creatures that would take werewolves forcibly; kidnap them and use them in any way they want. Offer them to their kind like some sort of objects. How powerful and strong they were that none could go against them. And of how powerful their Alpha was that not even once had he lost to any fights and had taken over territories he wanted.

His wolf was said to be twice as big as any other werewolf. His eyes are as bright and golden as the purest gold. His fur is as dark as the darkest midnight. Many respected him, but most feared him.

He was the Lycan King, the man who filled everyone's nightmares.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I trembled on my spot.

"P-please... no! help!" One of the girls with me screamed as she struggled in front of the pole where she was tied alone.

I could only watch her, my knees trembling as the cold metal of the pole behind me seeped on my skin. Like her, I was tied tightly, ready to be offered.

The entire place was lit with orange-yellow lights from the torches that surrounded us. In the middle was the huge statue of the very first Lycan King that ruled over Vamos.

Its stony eyes looked down on us, condescending our weak existence.

I could still feel the blood trickling down the side of my face from the slap I got. I struggled from the guard that took me earlier, and he slapped me so hard that my head turned and slammed on the wall; the side of my head getting sliced by its rough texture.

Despite feeling dizzy and my vision blurring, I couldn't stop feeling the swirling in my stomach. The magnetic pull I had started feeling since they delivered us in this place never ceased, and it only intensified once they tied us here, in the kingdom's town square.

For five years, I had become accustomed to pain due to all the beatings and abuse we've gotten in the House.

After kidnapping us, they took us as slaves in the black market, serving bastards and jackasses that didn't care about anything nor anyone but themselves.

But this level of pain and discomfort I was feeling, knowing who's hands we were going to be in for the next days of our lives, was making me want to throw up.

I wanted to run away.

Attempting to get away, I pulled my hand from the pole behind me. Yet it did nothing but only tire me even more, my strength slowly seeping away from me.

"No... t-this can't be." I mumbled to myself as cold sweats broke in my body. "They k-killed Dad, I can't let them get me."

A lycan man was the one who killed my father. And from that day on, the stories I've only feared as a kid, became a fear that I knew would last no matter my age.

My entire body was shaking, my hands tied so tightly I couldn't feel them anymore. My tears falling non-stop on my cheeks, and my wounds burned from the sweat that trickled on them. But I can't just surrender. I can't let them win.

But could I save myself from this?

Weakly, I turned my head to the night sky, looking at the moon that shone so bright in the middle of the stars. It looked like it was also looking at us, a witness to what misery we were facing.

"P-Please help me. H-help us," I bit my lip as it shook in desperation. My head hung low on my shoulder as my strength completely left me.

I feel like I blacked out for a while, because when I woke up, intensified screams were all I heard.

I opened my eyes and saw tall men with bright, almost glowing eyes, looking at us as if we were food they were about to devour.

Werewolves naturally have distinct features that humans didn't have. But Lycans were different. They had bigger physiques, more vibrant hairs, and eyes that appeared brighter as if it held greater power than normal werewolves.

I've seen beautiful wolves, but there was something captivating with the Lycans. They're ethereal.

But right now, I couldn't seem to grasp the appreciation I developed of their physique. They were devils in my sight.

Tall and structured male lycans had finally come and started picking their female offerings, their fangs almost peering out of their mouths.

I thought I was too weak to even react, but my body immediately trembled at the sight.

There were only a handful of female lycans in the community, and to preserve their genetically more powerful kind, they had to produce pups from other werewolves. And this ceremony was their solution to that century-long problem. The Offering.

This was made by the first Lycan king, Vamos, who thought it best for his kind to never go extinct and continued ruling. And true enough, they didn't go extinct and they still to this day rule, but the way they survived was of savagery. They took so many things just so they could thrive.

They were at the top of our hierarchy, and no one can stop them because of their natural power and strength, far more superior than normal werewolves.

So when a man came to me and started holding my cheek, all I could do was flinch.

"D-don't touch me-" I gasped when he flicked a finger on my cheek, the movement reverberating towards the wounds I have on my head. I closed my eyes when it made me dizzy.

"You're lucky enough you're one of the choices. Stop acting like we're the abomination," the man said with a snigger.

I moaned when he once again took my cheek in his fingers. His grip was hard as he watched the blood cascading on the side of my cheek.

"You bloody, dirty b*tch." My tears fell down at the pain and fear that was overwhelming me. "But I think you're going to be good enough."

His bright brown eyes raked my body from my chest to my shaking knees. He suddenly stepped closer to me, his lips on the side of my cheek as he whispered, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby. You'd realize how lucky you are to be part of the offering."

A sob escaped my lips when he started laughing and caressing my waist and stomach.

'Was this it? Was this going to be the end for me?' I thought as I looked at the moon again, my heart aching at the events of my life.

Screams and pleas for help were all that I could hear. Sadness, pain and most especially fear filled the air as the ceremony continued on. And I saw in the corner of my eyes that there were some people just standing and looking at us, despite our cries for help.

It made me sob harder.

But all of a sudden, the crowd started silencing. It wasn't an abrupt stillness, but the eerie quietness that started spreading left something chilly in the atmosphere, that even the man who had started smelling my neck stopped and looked at what was happening.

With just a look, all that magnetic pull and swirling in my stomach came back. My breath caught in my throat, as a foreign feeling assaulted me at the sight of the man who was in the middle of the chaos.

He stood there like he owned the place. So tall. So confident. And under a mass of dark raven hair, were eyes as bright and majestic as gold.

For a moment, those mesmerizing eyes became silver, a sheen of silver light passing through his golden orbs, and at the same time, I felt something whoosh inside as I also felt like something passed through my eyes.

And at that very moment, for the first time, my wolf spoke in her soft voice, "Mate."

"King Titus, Your Majesty."

My attention snapped back when the man who was holding me suddenly spoke. People nearby started backing away and bowing their heads at the presence of the man. He also bowed his head low at the man whom my wolf just called mate.

My eyes widened.

He's the Lycan king?

Growing up, stories about the Lycans were all I heard when parents wanted to scare their children to obedience.

They said they were horrible, huge creatures that resemble wolves. That one could see the evilness from their bright eyes that could assault anyone that would stare at them. Some even claimed they could manipulate people.

They were bigger, faster and quicker than anyone. And they used that power to dominate lands and conquer territories that weren't theirs.

People called them savages, some even proclaimed them as the devils in wolf form. That they were just another form of Rogues that found their own organization and leader.

So when I woke up in a room that was dimly lit, I immediately thought of the worst.

I gasped and sat up on the bed, realizing I was not wearing the same clothes I had worn the last time.

I was in a silky white night gown that went down to my knees and elbows. I also had patches from the wounds I knew I had from the last beating I got from the House.

I stared at the deep cut on my fingers, realizing it had healed completely.

It was my punishment for trying to steal food when I missed a meal after I passed out from getting beaten.

I roamed my eyes to my sitting form on the bed, realizing I wasn't feeling the same pains I had been dealing with for the last couple of days.

What happened?

The last time I checked, I could barely feel anything but pain.

I traced a finger on the wound I knew I got from the slap yesterday, from where the blood trickled from the top of my forehead, but my hand stopped.

It wasn't there anymore.

"Who gave you all those wounds and bruises?"

I flinched when a deep booming voice suddenly rang around the corners of the room.

My eyes widened when I saw the very man I last saw before I fell unconscious.

The Lycan King is here.

As I remembered, he was tall, built, had the darkest hair, and the most compelling presence.

He was leaning on the wall where a shadow only casted on his figure, making me see soft silhouettes of his built form as he watched me.

I looked into his eyes, expecting the same bright golden orbs I saw last time.

But all I saw were the most gorgeous pair of hazel eyes. The blue and green fighting over the colors in his irises, defining his sharp and manly features even further.

The lycan king may look beautiful, but his presence didn't feel like it as it exuded all over the room.

He felt deadly.

My attention went to his fists, noticing how they clenched on his sides as he continued watching me.

"I asked you a question," he said, his deep voice more raw and hard this time.

I swallowed, feeling how dry my throat was.

"I-I...ah," I opened my mouth, now staring into his surprisingly deep natural eyes, so contrasting from his wolf's bright golden orbs.

"P-people f-from the House," was all I managed to say.

I could feel my wolf stirring, even speaking slowly at the back of my head. Purring at the presence of her mate, but I couldn't feel any welcoming warmth from the human form of my mate.

"Who brought you here?" He asked, sounding intrigued suddenly.

But his reaction kind of irked me, snapping me out of the trance from my sleep, shock and unearthly emotions from the matebond.

He's really asking that? He's the reason why my life was ruined! His kind killed many people including my father! Why the hell am I holding back and submitting to him?

"You're the one who bought me along with some other girls for your messed up tradition," I gritted out.

My anger was coming back to me; all the hatred and blaming I wanted to throw at the king of the creatures that ruined my life came to me with all force as I stared at the man I hated since I knew of his existence.

My sudden change of tone appeared to take him by surprise, making him take a step closer.

I could feel his presence getting bigger, his Alpha and King aura exuding with every movement he makes; and I don't know if I was just still all weak because of the injuries and the matebond, or he's manipulating me, but I felt myself holding my anger in a little.

"The House? From the Underground?" He asked again, instead of reacting to my words.

I frowned up at him, irritated at how he still surveyed my body as if he still wanted to know how I got the wounds and bruises I had. As if he cared.

How could he?

"That is none of your business-oh, I guess it is. Because you allowed all of these to happen to your so-called people! And now you brought me in this messed up tradition you have!"

That seemed to snap him out of his oddly concerned streak.

His eyes brightened a bit as they looked at me with danger. "That messed up tradition saved our species."

And those words coming from his regal mouth completely burned whatever submission that was forming in me.

To hell with his excuses!

"Your species. You killed so many people just to get their territories and people. And you call that saving?"

I flinched when he suddenly took another step towards me, his jaw tightening at my harsh words.

"You don't know anything, so keep your mouth shut."

I heaved deep breaths, getting all worked up at how I intensely wanted to scream at his face but held myself in.

I hated how I was containing my anger once again because of his commanding presence. I hate being controlled, most especially by creatures like him.

"You insinuate that what you do is a necessary evil," I spoke more calmly, but my temper just dangled on the corner of my tongue.

"But that necessary evil killed my father, the only family I have, and took me to that whorehouse where the worst days of my life happened. How do you expect me to just shut up?"

I expected another comeback from the king, to defend what they're doing, but the slight changes in his eyes was all I saw before he stepped back into the darker corners of the room again. Casting only slivers of light around his regal face.

Tensed silence filled the air between us as no one spoke. Until...

"I do not want anyone to hear about the matebond. You tell anyone about it, and you'll see what kind of evil I am."

Lia, my wolf, whimpered at the harsh and cold tone of the king towards us.

Those hazel eyes of his watched me, but specks of gold dominated in his irises this time, as if he was fighting off his wolf from appearing.

The lycan king started walking towards what looked like a door on the side, not sparing me a glance as he took long strides.

And with one sharp move, he was out of the door; his dominating presence that I had only realized was nothing as heavy as I ever felt before, had gone away.

I clutched my chest, feeling the hurt of my wolf from that encounter.

'Go to him. Speak to him nicely. He didn't reject us.' Lia, my wolf's desperate plea rang around my head.

I've never heard her speak before, except yesterday. And if she speaks like this all the time, I don't ever want to hear her.

"He might as well have rejected us here and now," I said, slamming away my wolf to the back of my head.

She groaned and whimpered, knowing how close to home my words were.

He basically said he didn't want the matebond. He didn't want to acknowledge it.

So why didn't he just reject me once and for all?