His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king

Reena's POV

"Get out human!" Rocknok barked and I stepped out of the basement. the bright sunlight stung my eyes, forcing me to shield them with my palm.

Here I am, being led like the slave I am, to God knows where. My eyes gradually adjusting to the sunlight.

My punishment seems to be over, but I'm not really sure. This basement was so dark, I can't even tell if it's night or day.

And Judging from the time I've been down there, it seems I haven't been there that long. So why the sudden release?!

This got me feeling uneasy because I have no idea what's coming next, but I can say one thing for sure, it won't be anything good.

"Move your ass, you idiot!" Rocknok growled, shoving me ahead as he took me to Roxanne, his boss of course.

Looking ahead I got a glimpse of her-the insufferable witch, perched like a queen on one of the chairs, flaunting her arrogance.

I crave nothing more than to wipe that cocky grin off her face. Since the day I was dumped in this hellhole, she has made my life a nightmare.

"Oh look, it's the outcast!" one of the omega girls sneered, but I couldn't quite make out who it was because my vision was a bit blurry at the moment.

Being locked in a basement for days with nothing to eat or drink, but just darkness surrounding you, isn't the best treatment.

When we finally reached Roxanne, Rocknok shoved me down right in front of her. "Here she is Roxanne." he said to her.

I raised my gaze to her and, through my hazy vision, caught a glimpse of her ugly face; it has been several days since I last witnessed that familiar pout.

"Put that head down bitch!" She screamed and rose up once she noticed my upturned face, brutally slamming my face into the dirt with her foot and pinned me there.

"You don't get to look at me, you see where your head is, that's how low you're to me," she snapped and flipped her hair back.

She took her foot away, kicked me aside. I rolled and hissed in pain.

Weak from being starved for days and now this, I felt utterly drained and on the verge of passing out.

It appears they may have overlooked the fact that I am not one of them and that I could be vulnerable to even the slightest of challenges.

Roxanne turned to Rocknok, asking, "Is she the last one?"

"Yes, now we've gotten enough hands," he remarked. With their backs to me, they carried on with their conversation.

After a brief discussion, they turned around, "Alright, gather her with the rest of the slaves, and let's proceed to the hall," Roxanne commanded.

Rocknok yanked me up and dragged me over to the group.

I was put together with other enslaved individuals, many of whom were omegas or captives from vanquished packs.

We were led to a seemingly deserted structure, which appeared to have been neglected for quite some time.

Upon entering, we found ourselves in a hall that was marked by neglect, with dirt and dust settling over the surfaces, accompanied by an abundance of cobwebs.

"Listen up! What you need to do here is to tidy this place up. This room has to be spotless for a meeting tonight," Rocknok growled.

"Yes sir!" we all replied, none dared to complain.

Pacing back and forth in front of us, he warned, "I won't tolerate slacking off or any mistakes! If you do, there will be no dinner for you tonight, and I won't hesitate to impose even worse consequences! Do I make myself clear?" he demanded in a piercing tone.

"Yes, sir," we all responded.

"Now get to work." After he gave the instructions, he stepped out to meet Roxanne.

She didn't come in with us because the place was just really filthy. We got handed some cleaning equipment which wasn't even in good shape. It was kind of a mess all around.

Sighing, I grabbed a broom and headed to a corner to start cleaning.

Just when I was getting into it, I felt a hard kick from behind and i went down face-first on the dirt floor. Everyone burst out laughing.

"Get out of the way, bitch!" Tyler, the head of the bully gang shouted at me, I sat up and gave him a glare that could kill.

"Oh, look at that, the little human wants to fight back. Don't you dare give me that look!" he said, irritated.

He approached me and delivered a kick to my stomach. I flipped over, and the laughter grew even louder.

Yeah, it's kind of funny in a messed-up way. My pain actually makes them happy, what a messed-up world I am in.

"I'm sorry," I didn't mean to say that; I just wanted to get him off my back because I know I'm no match for him. But it just seems to make him even angrier.

As he moved close to me again, Sable stepped in front of him. "Tyler, that's enough," he said, arms spread to stop his advancement.

"And who are you? Oh wait, it's Sable-her knight in shining armor."

Tyler grabbed his shirt and smacked him on the head. Holding his jaw steady, he said to him,

"You just love to stick your nose where it doesn't belong don't you? Alright, let me show you what that gets you. "Boys!" he called out.

His gang came up, seized Sable and started beating him up.

"No, please stop!" I shouted because there's no way he stands a chance against them-he's just an Omega.

While this was happening, Tyler came to me and crouched down. Pulling my hair back, he said to my face, "Humans like you should be eliminated; your stench turns my stomach."

He yanked me up and was about to toss me across the room when Rocknok walked in with more slaves.

"What's going on here?" he barked. "Tyler, put her down this instant!"

He finally let me go, "What's the fuss all about?" Rocknok asked.

"She's in my way, Someone as weak as her doesn't belong here," Tyler replied.

Rocknok looked down at me with utter disdain as I crouched on the ground like some pitiful creature, and spat out, "pathetic humans."

Then, shifting his attention to the others, he said, "She might not fit in here, but for now, you all have a job to do. So everyone get back to work!"

Everyone scrambled back to their tasks, including the newcomers.

Sable came over and helped me up and together we went back to work.

My life as a slave here begins and ends in pain. Sable, my only friend, has been a huge support to me, even if he gets hurt in the end.

We managed to wrap things up in the evening and we were summoned to dinner.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Sable asked. "Do you have any severe injuries?"

"No, I'm doing better now!" I tried to reassure him, although my back still hurts.

They served us a dish that was so bland and watery, it was nearly impossible to eat.

But hey, I didn't have any other options, so I had to dive into it anyway. So did Sable.

"Reena!"

Hearing my name, I instinctively looked up.

"Yes?" I hesitated in my response.

"Ricka wants you," the guard said, and at that moment, my heart sank. Everyone held their breath and turned to me; this cannot bode well.

Ricka, the older sister of Roxanne and the primary leader of this camp, governs with an iron fist alongside her sister.

She's bad news, Being called by her means you're about to be punished or even worse, I rose and slowly approached the guard.

He led me to her, where she and her sister were comfortably lounging on a sofa in the room.

Appearing in front of them I knelt down, my head bowed low.

"She's the one?" Ricka questions her sister.

"Yes, she would be perfect for this," Roxanne confirmed.

Ricka regarded me with the indifference one reserves for a mere rag, which I indeed resembled. Yet, there was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. I wondered what they needed me for.

"Reena?" She asked, looking directly at me.

"Yes ma'am?"

She flashed a wicked grin and said, "We've got a little job for you." The sinister glint in her eyes sent chills down my spine.

The sound in the hall was overwhelming; the meeting had started an hour earlier, and the hall was filled to capacity.

The gathering comprised the alphas and the lycan king, whose identity remains unknown to me.

I took one of the trays of food and stepped inside, the atmosphere crackled with a palpable energy, making my heart race.

My gaze instinctively darted toward the alphas seated at the table, dominant figures whose mere presence commanded respect.

Each one exuded confidence and strength, their conversations punctuated by laughter that held an edge of authority.

I felt small and vulnerable, my hands gripping the tray tighter as I approached. The clatter of silverware and the rich aroma of the food swirled around me, but my mind raced with uncertainty.

With trembling hands, I set the tray down on the table, careful not to spill anything.

"Enjoy your meal," I managed to mutter, my voice barely above a whisper.

I served other meals and also kept my ears open, especially for the one seated at the head table.

The Lycan king! The most powerful werewolf with an imposing figure, known for his strength and ferocity.

"Rykers pack has become a nuisance to the truce," one of the alphas seated at the middle table said.

"Tell me about it, I propose we level that pack down," another said vehemently.

The individual seated at the high table listened intently to their conversation, fully cloaked. I couldn't help but wonder if he concealed a scar beneath his covering.

They carried on with their discussion, which took a long time. One of them finally said, "Here's the detailed plan to execute an attack," while displaying a sheet of paper.

I stretched my neck to see what's on it, getting closer... closer.

"Hey you, what are you doing?" I froze, my mind and heart racing.

Turning around, I answered nervously, "Uhm, nothing. Just serving food,"

"You've been lurking there for quite a while, craning your neck over that paper," one of them remarked suspiciously.

"No, I..."

"You are a spy!" they interrupted her, closing in around her now.

"No," I shook my head in denial, attempting to break free from their circle.

Immediately, they seized my hands behind me. Panic surged through me as I felt the cold grip of their hands tighten around my wrists.

One of them looked at me, his eyes glowing red as he spotted the recording device I had on me; perhaps that's his special ability.

As he pulled the little device out, he asserted, "Definitely a spy, did Ryker send you?"

"No, I don't even know who that is," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tremor I felt rising within.

"He scoffed, we just saw the device on you and you're still lying, bitch!" he slapped me so hard that my ears rang.

I felt my heartbeat drop as he lifted me; their strength is undeniable. Alphas. He examined me thoroughly.

"She's a pretty little thing though, let's have her tonight," he said, desire evident in his eyes, "then we can dispose of her afterwards."

"Please, no..." they covered my mouth.

"I'll go first." One of them said and they started groping me.

"No, me," another said. It was a freaking nightmare, I felt hands all over me. Just when I thought I'm done for, a voice boomed in the hall.

"Enough!" The command resonated from the person presiding at the head table, his voice so ethereal, it felt as though it was summoning my very essence.

Everywhere became as silent as a graveyard, all heads turned towards him. "What's the ruckus all about?" he asked in his rich baritone voice.

Which sent shivers down my body. In fear? yes, but also in something else, something elusive, I just can't put my finger on it.

"Lycan king, we caught a spy," they informed him.

"A spy?" He questioned, then our eyes met, and I felt myself completely melt inside. What is it about him that has such a profound impact on me?

After assessing me briefly, he dismissed my presence and summoned Ricka.

She came out immediately, "yes Lycan king," she answered.

"You actually hired a spy to keep tabs on us?" he asked in a low growl.

"A spy? Of course not, I wouldn't do such a thing," her denial was so convincing, she's truly a remarkable actress.

"Are you saying I'm lying?"

"No, your Majesty, but I..." She glanced around the room and, upon spotting me, let out a hiss.

"Is she the one? how dare you enter this hall without my permission?" she exclaimed as she approached me.

Getting to me, she began to hit me. I remained silent, thinking it could be her way of rescuing me; after all, I'm doing their bidding.

They had told me to spy on the meeting, giving me an elixir to mask my human scent, as a wolf's scent can easily be detected. But what she uttered next completely caught me off guard.

"You worthless slave!" Turning to the king, she said, "Don't worry, your Majesty; I will bring her insignificant existence to an end."

What? I blinked in disbelief.

Unsheathing her claws, she lifted her hand, poised to slit my throat. But another hand intervened, stopping her mid-motion.

"I never issued the order for her execution," He snapped at her, forcefully pushing her aside, his voice laced with annoyance.

She dropped to her knees at once, bowing and saying frantically, "No, my lord, please show mercy."

Seeing this, Roxanne also came out, pleading to the king

I crouched low, aware that their focus was directed towards Ricka and Roxanne. A surge of adrenaline raced through my veins, fueled by fear as I deliberated on my next action.

I attempted to weave my way through the throng, but I got snagged.

"Lycan, she's trying to escape." He turned, squinted his eyes, and announced.

"I have made my decision: I'll take her along with me," he said to them, much to the astonishment of all present.

"What for?" Roxanne asked, taken aback. Yeah, what for? I panicked, but I dared not utter a word.

"Dare to question me?" He asked in a low growl.

"No Lycan, we will get her prepared for you to take," she stated, like I'm some kind of object.

"No need for that, Cauldron!" He called his right hand man, probably his beta. And asked him to take me away

"Yes lycan," he replied and came for me.

"No, please don't hand me over to him," I pleaded with Roxanne.

But she leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Remember the freedom we promised you? Well, we never specified what kind, did we? Have a nice life, Reena." With a sneer, she commanded, "Take her away!"

"No!" I screamed, dreading my very existence. From one prison to another, what kind of future awaits me? What kind of existence is this? I was overwhelmed with anguish.

Cauldron dragged me out, kicking, screaming, and crying my eyes out.

He led me to their vehicle, a very stylish and quite expensive one. Once inside, I found myself handcuffed to the back seat.

I attempted to reason with him, but it was futile, as he immediately taped my mouth shut and left.

After countless attempts to free myself, which I failed, I finally succumbed to despair and surrendered everything to fate.

A few hours passed before the alphas began to depart, causing my heart to race, wondering what could be the king's intention for taking me with him.

The lycan king emerged in the company of his beta and his guards.

But he did not get into the vehicle I occupied; instead, he hopped into a different one, and we all sped away.

I let out a sigh. Have you ever stopped to think about those moments when you just can't tell if you're going to make it through the next minute? That's precisely what I was experiencing.

However, without warning, the vehicle's tire ruptured, causing the car to skid uncontrollably.

As the driver desperately fought to regain control. Time seemed to slow as the vehicle flipped end over end, the world outside becoming a blur of asphalt and sky.

"Oh heavens!" I cried out, thank goodness for the cuffs which I clung on to.

The sound of metal groaning and glass shattering filled the air, a cacophony of chaos as the car landed on its roof with a deafening thud.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then the driver and the other wolves managed to unbuckle their seatbelt.

They pushed against the crumpled roof of the car, searching for a way to escape. With effort, they managed to crawl out through a shattered window

They began to walk away, leaving me behind. I made some muffled sound through the tape, but they either didn't hear it or chose to ignore it.

Aching all over, I peered through the broken window and noticed that the alpha's car had flipped over as well.

What could have caused this, I wondered. He emerged from the car, and stood still, as if trying to listen to something.

"Who's there?" he yelled authoritatively. "Show yourself and stop being such a coward!"

A chilling laugh echoed in my ears, making me shudder.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't our esteemed Lycan King!" the voice mocked from the shadows of the bushes.

As I glanced around, I finally spotted the source of that sarcastic voice hiding among the foliage. He stood up and stepped out.

"Anson," the beta spat out in a barely contained rage, his tone low and menacing.

"Miss me?" Anson asked with an exuberant grin.

"Yeah, right-like I'd ever miss a pesky mosquito," Cauldron retorted, stepping in front of the lycan to protect him against an attack.

Anson cackled wildly; he is definitely a lunatic-there's no way he is normal, I thought.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, dear lycan king. This is the end of the road for you," he declared, any sign of amusement vanished completely from his face.

A sense of unease washed over me as I peered into the thicket, where countless golden eyes glimmered back at me-werewolves lurking in the shadows.

"Attack!" Anson commanded.

And they did; they all swarmed toward the lycan king, but the beta and the guards intercepted them.

They transformed into their wolf forms and initiated an attack as well.

A brutal conflict ensued, but they emerged victorious over their foes. But Anson narrowly escaped. Then they all returned to their human form.

At the very last moment, a wolf attempted to strike the king from behind. With a swift, fluid motion, he caught the wolf mid-attack, his powerful grip around its throat.

The feral animal struggled, teeth bared in a last desperate attempt to escape. But the king was relentless, channeling his primal rage.

In a brutal display of strength, he tore the wolf to pieces, the sound of ripping flesh echoing through the stillness of the night.

Blood spilled everywhere. As I witnessed this, I felt myself freeze, a wave of fear washing over me once more.

This led to his face covering slipping away, unveiling a strikingly handsome face that took my breath away.

But then he turned his glowing red eyes on me and approached.

No, no, no, I screamed desperately in my head and tried to get away, but it was pointless.

He approached the car, yanked the door open, and snapped my cuffs off. Just how powerful is this guy?

He pulled me out, snarling, "Behave!" before ripping the tape off my mouth.

I complied without hesitation; that show of strength was far from child's play. And all those coverings on him, enhanced his menacing appearance.

"What is the status of the cars?" he was asking his beta.

"It's utterly damaged." Cauldron replied.

"Get in touch with the team and request that a car be sent over."

"No, your majesty, doing that will give away our location and also alert the enemy," his beta cautioned.

"So, we're moving on foot?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"That would be our wisest course of action."

And so, we set off on this wretched journey. I was so exhausted but kept on, so that they won't find out I'm human.

The elixir that Roxanne gave me to cover my human scent while spying on the alphas was still active, so let me not blow it.

After a few hours of walking, they chose to take a break for the night by the river, where they all washed the bloodstains off.

After returning from bathing, they retired for the night without lighting a fire, but they were protected from the cold since werewolves have the ability to generate heat from their bodies.

I waited till they fell asleep, though they are very alert but also good sleepers.

Carefully, I slipped out, and as soon as I was far enough away, I took off running.

Tonight was my chance. Tonight, I will reclaim my freedom.

As I ran towards the line of trees, shadows enveloped me like a cloak, granting me a fleeting sense of security.

Every step I took was a silent plea to the universe: let this be the moment I escaped.

But as I rounded a thick trunk, the sound of a low growl froze me in place.

I looked around; everything was still. As I continued to walk and scan my surroundings, I unexpectedly bumped my leg against a stone, causing me to trip and fall.

"Ouch!" I hissed in pain but attempted to rise and carry on, but the ground literally gave way beneath me. What the heck?

I searched my surroundings, but there was no one in sight. I attempted once more and ended up falling again.

"Okay, who's there?" I called out.

And an image appeared, I gasped in horror.