Mated to my Ex's brother; The Mad Lycan King

NOREEN

A hard jab came next at my side, causing pain to explode throughout my body as the girls pinned me to the floor and continued kicking.

"Please," I begged, my voice raw and raspy with pain, "I swear, I didn't try to seduce them."

Helen, the third in command and most requested escort, scowled down at me with menace, the scissors in her hands glinting under the light.

"You knew Beta and his friends always requested for me to service them whenever they came to the motel, and yet you passed at the exact time so they'll notice and call you instead?"

"I had no idea they would call me. I was cleaning!," I explained, begging her to see reason. "I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't let them touch me. In fact, I threw up on them so they would leave me alone, so please let me go."

Helen scoffed, "Of course you did."

She squats down to my level, bringing the scissors closer, "Maybe this will finally teach you a lesson. When the men see you and your shabby hair, not even your sinful body or redhead will be enough to convince them."

My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. If Helen cut my hair, the disguise I managed to build over the years would be exposed. I won't be able to tweak my appearance anymore or protect myself from the hunters.

I shook my head vigorously, "No, you can't cut my hair. It's the only-"

My words were cut off in a scream as she yanked my hair to her.

I couldn't move.

I was held tightly in place by her minions.

I couldn't do anything asides glare at her with so much hate and anger as she placed the scissors in my hair."

"Sorry to cut your fun girls," a new voice interrupted, "The mistress wants to see redhead girl."

"Right now?" Helen snapped, "We're busy."

The girl shrugged and turned on her heels, "It's urgent, you can continue later."

Helen scowled and pushed me away like I burned her and left, her eyes promising she wasn't done with me yet.

I turned my palm up, watching them tremble slightly.

Why did the mistress send for me?

It's been two years,

Two years since I've been on the run.

After my mate's disappeared and the hunters abducted my sister, my family threw me out immediately, giving me no time to mourn.

I had nowhere to go or turn to, so I did the only thing I could do, run.

Run from the hunters, run from my enemies whilst searching for my sister.

She didn't deserve a sister like me, she didn't deserve to be caught in my web of bad luck.

It was all my fault. If I hadn't been born, she wouldn't be subjected to suffering.

With the years that have passed, you'd think I'm powerful enough to take them on and find my sister, but that was far from it. That was the curse that came with my bloodline.

An ordinary omega would easily kill me in a combat without using fifty percent of their strength.

It's why I need to save up enough money to continue running and finding my sister.

I stood and headed out to the back of the building where the mistress' office is, dread crawling up my spine.

It's the third week since the mistress brought me here, and coincidentally, the last day of the time she'd given me to find my mate and convince him to willing buy me off from her.

If I failed to do that, I'd be sold out some random man instead. That way, the mistress gets her money while I'm subjected to a life in hell.

I'd basically be moving from one hellhole to another, giving the hunters enough time to find me.

I shook my head, pinching my arm as I walked.

I'll beg the mistress for more time, beg her I'll do better and earn more money.

I can't be sold out as a sex slave to another person. My sister is out there, waiting for me to find her.

I need money. I need to find my sister, not another prison.

It's only a matter of time before the hunters find me.

I removed my ring with a shaky breath and threw it in my back pocket. This was the only real chance I had of my mate finding me.

The ring helped with masking my scent, making me scentless. It was one of the major ways I could protect myself from the hunters.

I glanced around like a hunter was going to pop out from nowhere and attack.

With the ring off, I'm basically like a magnet for the hunters. I won't be surprised if they surrounded this brothel in a minute.

This was a huge risk, but my life is on the line now.

A slight tremble ran down my spine as I strolled down the familiar hallway with music blasting in my ears along with loud moans.

As I walked past, it was hard not to notice the full sexual display happening around me.

Even Helen was on one of the rooms, naked, on blindfold and chained to the bed as she waited to be punished by whoever was her client.

Another shiver ran down my spine.

Is this what would become of me? Would I be able to keep my identity safe?

Was that the reason the mistress sent for me, to remind me my time was up and I'd have to be a sex slave till she finds an interested buyer?

I clicked the door's button and let myself in.

The mistress, a short, chubby woman with grey curly hair that bounced on her neck, sat behind her large mahogany desk that seemed to swallow her frame.

"I have a job for you." She announced the moment I entered.

I swallowed, "O.... okay?"

She raised her glasses to stare at me with those stern eyes that gave me the chills.

I lowered my gaze instantly, "I... I'm sorry. What is the job?"

"I need a redhead to service the Alpha and his friends coming tonight, he specifically requested for one." the mistress answered, "He's a very feared Alpha, and my business runs a risk of being shut down if he's not satisfied."

"Okay," I nodded, "do you need me to find a redhead?"

The mistress narrowed her eyes, wearing a displeased frown, and snapped, "Are you not a redhead?"

No, this is fake. I'm silver haired, not red.

What if the Alpha saw through my facade and called me out on it?

"B... but if I let them touch me, I can't find my mate? There'd be no time."

She shrugged, "That stopped being my problem when your deadline ran out two minutes ago."

I opened my mouth to argue, but her gaze silenced me.

"You are to service the Alpha and his friends when they arrive tonight, and you should know. He's the most deadly Alpha in our time, so don't dare deny them of anything."

She continued, "If they want you to strip, then you do. No questions. They own you for the night and can do as they please."

"I... Please mistress," I begged, my body shaking uncontrollably, "Give me more time to find my mate, please."

"I believe my grace has expired." She replied

"Give me one hour, please. One hour to find my mate. No, thirty minutes is enough." I pleaded.

"Get out of my office, Noreen, you have a job to do."

"The Alpha is in room five six nine. Don't keep him waiting." Her tone was dismissive.

I bowed with shaky hands and left the office. With my ring off, I still have a chance. My mate would find me.

***

I entered the Alpha's room, rolling in a tray of drinks he'd ordered.

I hated the way their eyes roamed over my body. It made me feel naked under their gaze, and my skin crawled with disgust.

"Do you need anything else, Alpha Joe?" I asked, keeping my gaze on the floor.

"Come closer." He ordered.

I risked a glance at him, hating the look I saw, but I moved either way.

It was either this or the wrath of the mistress.

From upclose, he looked pretty much like an ordinary man. At times, I wonder how a person like this managed to become their Alpha. I've heard ridiculous stories of how he's treated ladies in other brothels.

They weren't good stories.

"Since you're not a member of my pack." He stated, his eyes lingering on my chest, "that makes this better then."

Before I could ask what, his hand shot out and grabbed my chest, the other one on my butt.

I slapped his hands away instinctively in shock and jumped back.

"What now? You can't bend a brothel servant to your will now? One of his friends snickered.

His face twisted in anger as his friends laughed at him.

I should beg him, go on my knees. Apologize, but I couldn't.

I was shaking with anger, which is an irony compared to where I work.

Was this what the mistress meant when she asked me to satisfy them?

"Come back here." The Alpha ordered.

I didn't budge from where I stood. If I leave here, the mistress would kill me, and if I stay, my body would be an object for this Alpha's pleasure.

I didn't want either.

Strong hands suddenly grabbed me, dragging me to the feet of the Alpha.

It was his friends.

"Leave us." He commanded, a smug smile on his lips.

"Strip," he ordered immediately after they left.

"I can't." I murmured.

He looked like he was going to strangle me for disobedience, "You are a slave in my pack, and you are meant to serve me. In case it hasn't occurred to you, I own you. Now, strip or I make you."

No, that can't happen. I can't allow that.

"Strip," he said in a much more firmer voice.

"I.. I can't." I repeated in a smaller voice, hoping he'd hear my vulnerability and let me go.

Instead, his face twisted in a snarl as he lunged for me.

Strong sweaty wrapped around my wrists and pulled me.

Without warning, the sound of fabric ripping echoed through the room.

My breasts popped out in full display.

Before I could think, I pulled a pocket knife from my back pocket and drove it deep into the Alpha's neck.

NOREEN

Of all the escape plans I had on mind, killing the Alpha by accident sure wasn't one.

I begged him, but he wouldn't listen.

My vision blurred as I stared at my quivering hands stained with his blood.

He stared me with wide, surprised eyes as he choked on his own blood.

I removed the knife, and his blood splattered everywhere.

Distantly, I heard the bell ring,

I have just one more hour to find my mate but it doesn't matter anymore, I can't meet up and I can't stay here anymore.

I killed the Alpha. There's no way I'll survive that.

I'd be dead too, burned alive before I ever found my sister.

I picked up his abandoned coat and draped it over my body, pocketed the knife, and left the room, hiding my bloodied hands in the coat.

"Why are you outside?" One of his friends asked when I reached the outer entrance.

I forced my body to tremble, which wasn't hard, considering what I'd just done. "The Alpha asked me to get a wine."

My voice shook badly, my insides were a mess.

I've never killed anyone before, not even any of the hunters constantly on my trail.

My insides were a mess, and I wanted nothing more than to undo what I had just done.

Maybe I jure the Alpha, yes, but not kill him.

I just want to find my sister and be free, not have blood on my hands.

The man's eyes twinkled, a big grin playing on his lips. As expected, trembling in fear would turn off any suspicion.

I lowered my gaze and hurried my step, almost falling.

His laughter reached my ears, "Don't even think about running away, slave."

Once I was out of his line of sight and hearing, I stopped and leaned against the wall, taking deep, forceful breaths against my uncooperative lungs.

What do I do? Where do I go?

I didn't have to think hard because I knew what needed to be done to guarantee my safety.

I hugged the coat tighter to myself as I made my way to the mistress' office, moving my protesting limbs.

I'd managed to commit more crimes than I've ever done in my entire life.

In order to please the Alpha, the mistress wouldn't be in her office. She'd be searching for other redheads in case the Alpha didn't take a liking to me.

The office was empty as expected when I entered.

I dropped straight to work, looking at anywhere she'd keep her money. I just need enough to leave this damn pack.

There were too many places she could have hid her money.

I dropped to my knees and opened the first drawer.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and the mistress walked in, flanked by the Alpha's friends who had sloppy grins and a crazed look on their faces.

I froze, my heart sinking to the bottom of my stomach.

She stared at me, then at the opened drawer, her eyes didn't betray any emotion.

How did she–

What do I say? How do I explain myself? I was careful, there was also no trigger in her office, so how did she, -they know to find me here?

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She snapped.

I opened my mouth, closed it, and opened it again.

No words made it past.

"Forget that, you can query her later." One of the Alpha friends chided, "We can't keep him waiting."

I frowned, "K... keep who waiting?"

"The Alpha is asking for you." The mistress said calmly.

The sound of my heart beating fast roared in my ears.

"Th... the Alpha is..."

"Awake." She completed, "You missed a major artery, and Alphas heal faster,"

The Alpha managed to heal that wound in minutes?

"Follow me," she ordered, "We can't keep the Alpha waiting."

Follow her? The Alpha?

I blanched.

My eyes caught the window. Would a fall from the fourth floor kill me?

Before I could react, strong arms grabbed me and dragged me across the floor with the mistress leading the way.

"Please, let me go!" I screamed, tears falling freely from my eyes.

One of them grinned, relishing the frightened look on my face, "Of course, once we are done with you. We're going to have so much fun." He licked and bit on his lower lips suggestively.

I screamed even louder and thrashed, but I was no match against them.

"I'm sorry." I said to the mistress. "Please just let me go."

"What's going to happen to me now?" I asked

She gave no response.

I could hear the Alpha's angry cusses as we got closer to a room.

My panic skyrocketed.

"Mistress, please!!" I screamed, "I'll do anything, don't take me to him. Please."

My pleas fell on deaf ears.

The moment she opened the door and led me in, I went on my knees, my hands clamped together, begging for everything that's not what they were about to do.

The Alpha stopped talking and turned fury filled eyes on me. There was still a small scar where my knife had been buried.

Alpha Joe closed the distance between us and struck my cheeks twice, consecutively.

Pain eroded in my head as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Tears blurred my vision instantly.

He squatted in front of me and grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to state at him.

"You've had your fun," he smirked, pointing to the scar on his neck, "Now, it's my turn."

My body went cold, dread crawling up my spine.

"I'll be waiting outside," the mistress bowed and left.

"Noooo, please," I cried to the mistress and the guards, watching as everyone took their leave one by one.

"Please don't go, don't leave me alone with them" I begged, clutching the legs of a guard that was closest to me.

His boots connected with my face immediately, knocking me to the floor.

My head hurt, my cheeks stung, the tears wouldn't stop.

"Please," I begged in a much more quieter voice.

No one was listening. No one was going to save me.

The Alpha's friends surrounded and pinned me down, holding my hands and feet to the floor in a tight grip, tearing my clothes.

"No!" I screamed, twisting and thrashing against them, "Please don't do this."

"No one stopped you from having fun," the Alpha said with a smug smile, " Why should I not have my own share?"

His eyes roamed my naked chest hungrily, lingering on my breasts.

I tried twisting again, but his eyes followed my movements, specifically my chest's.

I went completely still, afraid to indulge him any further.

"Do you think we can take all of us at once?" The one holding my hands asked.

The Alpha chuckled,

"I think she has enough holes to cater us, and we can also easily make another," He replied, caressing my face, his hands trailing down to my cleavage.

I shut my eyes close, holding my breath as I whimpered.

Just as he was about to cup my breasts, the door flung open, more like shattered into pieces.

Without missing a beat, the Alpha was hauled off me and thrown across the room.

I was free, too. No one was pinning me down.

I curled on myself, my body shaking terribly.

"Please," I heard the mistress say to whoever just barged in, "You have to understand. It's a punishment. The Alpha is- please can you stop for a second and let us talk this out."

I could feel the rage coming off whoever was wrecking havoc.

I opened my eyes but couldn't see anything much past my blurry vision.

I tried again, blinking the tears away.

My vision cleared a little bit, just enough for me to see the Alpha on his knees and a makeshift stake to his heart while his friends scurried to a corner, shivering and staring at the intruder with so much fear in their eyes.

The next second, a man boomed in a thunderstorm like voice, "The slave girl belongs to me. Is there anyone else who wishes to attempt touching what's mine?"

My eyes flew open, and at the same time, the Alpha's friends who scurried away whispered in fear, "L... Lycan King."

What are they saying? Lycan King?

As if on cue, the Lycan King came into view, and the air turned cold.

It was him.

My nemesis.

The most revered and feared Lycan King to ever exist, the one used in a horror story to imbibe fear.

The one who swore to end me years ago.

A shiver ran through my body for a whole different reason as my eyes met his piercing gray ones.

It was Lycan King Elion,

The elder brother of my ex mate.

NOREEN

For a moment, the world seemed to disappear, leaving just Elion and I.

He was just as I remembered, six foot five, tanned skin and the same hardened gaze that always seemed to appear only when I'm in the room.

He's grown his hair longer now, making him look even scarier.

His eyes scanned my body, stopping on my fingers, and a deep frown replaced his scowl for a fleeting second before it disappeared.

"What are you doing?" He gave me a point blank stare, "Stand up and pack your things."

I laid frozen, staring at him.

"Now," he growled, his voice filled with malice.

That got me moving, I jumped to my feet.

"No!" The mistress yelled and threw herself in front of me.

"No?" Elion echoed, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"B... but she's for sale, your Majesty." The mistress stammered.

Elion rose an eyebrow, "How much is she going for?"

The mistress glanced around, her eyes landing on me with disdain, then back at the Lycan King, "Five thousand."

"I'll give you one million," Elion said in a tone of finality, then snapped his fingers.

A guard disappeared from behind him and came back with a black box.

The mistress eyes grew wide as saucers as she opened the box and saw it was indeed filled with money.

My stomach dropped to my feet as I witnessed the entire exchange, feeling more as an object than a person.

I collapsed to the floor, my knees feeling like jelly. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I shivered inwardly even though the room was hot as hell.

What was going on? Why would he pay that ridiculous amount of money just for me? Would he kill me now that he technically owned my life?

More importantly, what was he doing here of all places?!

"Grab her when she's done," Elion ordered the guard closest to him and left without missing a beat.

Even though he was gone, I could still feel his presence room, suffocating me.

The mistress eyes gleamed with mania as she stared at the box filled with money,

"You were useful after all." She grinned at me, "I'll give you a clue about the Lycan King. Nobody can survive him during his rut season."

She grabbed the box and dashed out of the room.

I almost scoffed. The rut season was the time the Lycan had an uncontrollable sexual drive, which could cause them to be a literal beast or descend into madness if their needs aren't satisfied. It usually spans for seven to ten days, depending on the Lycan.

Elion wouldn't, right?? That's not why he bought me, right?

Right?

A sense on dread crawled up my spine as the thought settled deeply on my mind.

"Do you have anything to pack?" The guard left in charge of me asked, "We can't keep His Majesty waiting."

Right, Elion was waiting.

I glanced at the entrance, then at the window, weighing my chances.

I doubt I'd barely make it to the gate before he finds me, and something tells me I don't want to anger him further.

Running, -trying to run away would be a terrible mistake.

I shook my head, I had nothing to pack anyway aside from the picture of my sister and a necklace I always had on me.

"Okay, follow me." The guard added.

I forced my jitters down and stood, following his lead to my new fate.

I bet the universe was laughing at me and having fun with my life.

I had just one job, borrow some money from the mistress' office and run away, yet I couldn't do that right.

I was no doubt moving from frypan to fire with my fate sealed.

The ladies from the brothel all stared at me with pity in their eyes as I was escorted to one of the carriages outside.

I was gently pushed into the backseat, sharing the same car as Elion.

I couldn't stop my body from shaking even as I settled down in the car, and it drove out of my home for the past three months.

My wolf stirred, but I blocked it out and focused on my feet instead, it was better than staring at anywhere else. Elion's presence was overwhelming enough as it is.

"Why aren't you wearing your ring?" He asked, am edge to his voice.

I stiffened.

How did he know about the ring?

How did he even know I wore or had a ring?

Before I could voice out my question, he interrupted.

"It doesn't matter," he scoffed

My wolf stirred again.

I sat stiffly, not daring to move a muscle or do anything that might trigger him.

A gentle waft of cedar mixed with citrus and cinnamon drifted to my nose. The scent was so calming and relaxing that a small sigh escaped from my lips in content.

"Mate," my wolf purred in content.

A flash of fear jolted through me as I realized what had just happened.

Elion froze, an angry growl emanating from him.

"Mate," he glowered at me, the word rolling off his tongue like it was bitter.

I lifted my eyes to meet his, my pulse thrumming loudly in my ears.

The word echoed in my ears repeatedly.

What does this mean for us, for me?

If we're mates, he'd have no choice but to protect me and guarantee my safety.

"Don't even think about it." Elion snapped, not sparing me a glance, "I'll never accept you as my mate."

I swallowed and nodded meekly.

The idea of me as his mate must have been really appalling, or maybe he was still angry and would rather have me as his slave rather than his mate.

So much for looking forward to my second chance mate.

"The primary reason I brought you here is because I need an heir, and no woman has successfully survived past the first trimester." Elion announced, breaking the uncomfortable silence in the car.

As my mate, your body should be able to accommodate the pregnancy.

My face turned white, I paled, darting my eyes away from him and holding the hem of my tattered shirt tightly.

But I don't have a womb

I can't tell him that, -I won't tell him that because if I do, and that's what he truly needs me for, it would mean he wouldn't need me again and he would kill me.

Because then, he would have no use for me.

My breaths came in short, I clenched my shirt tighter, and tears stung the corner of my eyes.

How would I find my sister?

Scratch that. How would I survive him?

Elion wouldn't just let me go, not even hell freezing over would change his mind.

His phone rang,

He answered it on the first ring, saying coldly into the phone, "It better be important,"

I shuddered at his tone.

"Damon is at the mansion?!" He roared with anger, his fingernails turning to long pointed talons, "What is he doing there? If he doesn't leave before I get back, I'd be sure to feed his heart to my pets."

Silence.

"Tell him I said that."

Pieces of the person's response reached my ears.

"He said....information..... would like,"

Elion took a deep breath and sighed, his talons were still out.

I glanced up, my gaze landing on him.

I found all red eyes, staring back at me.

I flinched and retracted my gaze instantly, withdrawing to myself.

My body was shaking badly again.

If this was how he was when angry, only heavens knew what he planned to do to me, especially when he found out I never had a womb.

Now, I needed no confirmation.

This was my hell on earth.

*

The carriage finally came to a stop, and I came down, glancing around..

What am I supposed to do now? Where do I go to?

A soft whimpers escaped my lips when Elion got down, standing a few feet away from me.

"Where's Damon?" He asked the butler, the gray in his eyes turning red.

"In the garden, " the butler answered, "What do we do with the new girl you brought, sir?"

Elion turned to me as if just realizing I was there. His eyes roamed over my body in distaste or maybe disgust, I couldn't tell.

"Prepare her for what's to come." Elion spat and left.

The butler eyed me, nudging me towards the side of the palace, "You're the newest victim then."

Newest victim? –I swallowed, the action not easing the tightness I felt in my chest.

"Who's she?" A shrill loud voice rang out.

"That's the King's concubine ." The butler whispered, "Pay your respects."

I was turned around in confusion, lowering my gaze as a woman walked closer to us, dressed in an expensive embroidered gown.

A hard jab came at my calf, forcing me on my knees in front of the woman.

"I'm sorry, mistress," the butler apologized, "I'm still teaching her some manners."

The woman gave me a once-over and scoffed as I stood.

"So you're the new breeding sheep." She pointed out with so much hated in her voice, then came closer and placed her lips few inches from mine, "Know your place else I'll make sure the next time you leave this grounds would be in a coffin."

She pulled back and smiled sweetly before heading towards the direction Elion went.

"Except His Majesty sends for you, you are not allowed anywhere near the King's room or his wing," the butler said to me as we entered the mansion.

Calling it beautiful would be an understatement. It was breathtaking.

"Do you understand me?" The butler snapped irritatedly.

I nodded, not like I had plans on going there anyway, I'm going to do my best to avoid him as much as I can.

"Since you were brought for breeding," the butler continued, throwing me a glare, "We don't have to be nice to you. The King doesn't like you either way, and you have to earn your keep."

I nodded again, following the butler as he led me through different corridors of rooms.

"Let's see how long you'll last," he added snarkily and paused, "This is your room. Be ready in five, I'll bring you a change of clothes."

He eyed me and left.

I opened the room and entered, expecting the worst.

It was surprisingly good and big, compared to the places I've lived since I was on the run.

I rushed to the shower to wash up. I had less than five minutes before the butler got back.

Just as I came out of the bathroom, I heard a knock.

Talk about timing.

I tightened the towel around my body and opened the door.

A six foot two demigod with the bluest eyes I've ever seen stood at the door in place of the butler, a crease appeared on his forehead when he saw me, his eyes lingering on me.

"Mate," he whispered.

What the heck?!

I took an involuntary step backward, away from him.

"W.. who are you?" I spluttered out as my wolf stirred again.

He stepped in fully, advancing on me.

I took two steps back, and he took five steps forward until my back hit the wall, and I had nowhere to run.

"W.. what are you doing?" I stammered, my heart beating wildly in my chest, "Are you perhaps in the wrong room?"

He leaned in closer, taking a sniff at the crook of my neck whispering again, "Mate,"

"What?" I gasped out, unable to fully form words, "That's not possible. There has to be a misunderstanding somewhere." I argued even as my wolf reacted to him differently like it did to Elion earlier.

Suddenly, the stranger was thrown off me.

"What did you just say, Damon?" Elion growled, towering over him easily.

"She's my-" The stranger -Damon started but was cut off abruptly.

Elion punched him on the face, causing him to stagger back.

"Don't you dare claim what is mine," Elion growled, his eyes red and his talons out.