Sold to the LycanKing

Morwenna's stance.

"Let go of me!" I snarled, struggling against the man yanking me by my hair, his grip merciless. Treated like a commodity to be bought, I was dragged into the dark hall. The torches burned wildly as though they were mourning the pain I felt inside of me. I fell to the floor, the light revealing my face and other Omegas with the same fate, my wrist bound in golden chains that glittered under the touches burned against my frail skin. The dress they had forced me into; thin and frail like my soul, pure white, a symbol of everything I couldn't be and far too revealing, clung to my trembling body like a second skin. The shadow of the torches dances around, revealing nothing more than a glimpse of the nobles seated and ready to purchase us, Omegas, considered nothing but a commodity that can be purchased and disposed of. "How could this have happened to me? How did I end up here?" I thought to myself with my gaze fixed to the ground. "My life... It had been nothing but pain until he came along. He made everything beautiful until..." "Lot one, one thousand gold!" The auctioneer's voice came as a roar, sharp and urgent, jolting me out of my thoughts. The auction had begun and the girl on the first line had been dragged to the spotlight, ready to meet her fate as whatever her buyer deemed her fit for. "Two thousand gold!" My gaze shifted to the girl, trembling in her dress as she sobbed and pleaded for help. "Please, don't sell me off. Please, I'll do anything you want." Her tiny voice echoed in my head, longer than I expected, reminding me of the date that awaited me. The man who had dragged us out approached the girl, slapped her causing her to slump her face against the cold stone floor. "Shut your mouth while I'm still being nice." He warned in a clear and harsh voice that left no room of options. But the girl, never giving up, sprawled, her hands jammed together. "Please, just let me go. I won't say a word." Her face had now been bruised, tiny blood dripping from it. "Five thousand gold!" An Alpha's voice cut in before the man could hit her again. "Sold!" The auctioneer's voice roared with excitement. It must have been a good sale to him. "Lot two, going for two thousand gold!" He announced, grasping my attention as I looked at the girl. Compared to the first one, she was older with a sexy curve that made the dress on her, though flirty like rags, made her outstanding. I guess the better, the good price. Heat scorched through my cheeks as the eyes of the Alphas, nobles and Lycan lusted around me. I could feel their eyes roam over me, stripping me bare without so much as a touch. The lust in their talk, their gaze, the way they giggled... It all was disgusting to me that I felt the need to puke. But it was all over now. All that little privileges I had enjoyed in the Pack; walking around free, being allowed to eat with others though it was all because of Alpha Aedric, the one who had filled my life with so much joy, as much as the sadness and doom he had brought upon me, it was all over as soon as it had come. A year... That was the most I could get to being close to being treated like a real wolf. The mating ceremony would have gone well... But I'm an Omega without any worth. "Five thousand gold!" "Seven thousand gold!" The second voice was as fast as the first one. "Ten thousand gold!" The first noble responded, smirking slyly as he scanned the girl. Unlike the first girl, she looked completely calm and collected, as though nothing wrong was happening. "How can she be this calm when her life is being taken away from her without dying?" I fought the question within me, but I got no answer. "Sold!" Tears filled my eyes as the second girl was dragged away to her owner. It was my turn... My turn to be humiliated... AGAIN! It was my turn to be paraded as a commodity to fulfill the lust of those who ought to protect us. Humiliation... I think we make a good team. Barely have I lived a day without it. "Lot three." The auctioneer's voice boomed, his oily tone making my stomach churn. "An Omega of pure lineage, untouched and fertile." As I dragged my feet into the stoplight and the flames of the torches dancing to the gentle songs of the breeze, I saw my family seated at the back of the hall, wanting to see another humiliation of mine. Their faces, marred with a scornful look that I grew up with, they stood there with no remorse of what they had done to me. As my eyes locked with my twin sister's, Liora, the one Alpha Aedric had chosen over me, a sly smile tucked on my lips. I knew they were there to see me break, to watch the only Omega in their family beg to be saved, but I wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. I wouldn't cry. Not here. Not in front of the family that had failed me. There, I decided I would survive. "Oh! What revenge it would be, Liora." "Two thousand gold!" The auctioneer announced. As though they were waiting for me to be priced, the men adjusted their sitting, some licking their lips as they looked through my revealing dress. "Five thousand gold!" An Alpha from a nearby Pack uttered, his voice filled with excitement like he was about to win a trophy. "Ten thousand gold!" Another countered. "Twelve thousand gold," the Alpha said, his voice telling the others he wasn't going to back down. The bids came so fast and with my gaze fixed on the floor, I wandered in my thoughts. "If I'm truly worth this much, why did they treat me like that?" "If I was worth this money, why did my parents hate me so much? Why did Aedric pick Liora over me, his mate?" My wolf whimpered inside me, powerless, just as I was. "Fifteen thousand gold!" Another raised his voice. "Twenty thousand gold!" The Alpha roared with rage. "Sold!" The auctioneer swiftly said, trying to avoid the war already brewing up. "Twenty thousand gold, that's what I'm worth. That's what my life, my freedom is worth and that's all I'd ever worth to my family." The Alpha who I had been sold to smirked as he leaned back in his chair, cruel and fulfilled. My stomach twisted as I saw the lust in his eyes. And then the doors opened. The hall went silent for a second, though it felt like ages. All gaze turned to the person walking through the doorway. Leofric Thaddeus, the Lycan King who didn't value the life of anyone, like the rumors had carried. He walked further into the hall with slow and steady steps. But unlike the rumors, he was the opposite of what was being said. His smooth skin, elegant dressing, his broad shoulders and his wolf cut hair that fell slightly before his face, was nothing like he was rumored. A ripple of unease swept through the crowd as he walked. No one dared to speak. He stopped in the center of the room, inches away from me, his gaze sweeping over the assembled nobles before settling on me. His lips curved into a slow, predatory smirk and I recognized that look. It was the same look that each noble had when they looked at me, like I was a good item to be bought. "This one is mine," He said, his deep, sexy voice echoing through the hall. The Alpha rose to his feet, stammering as he spoke. "B-but Your Majesty, I've already bou..." A swift breeze swept through my face and I squeezed my eyes shut for a second. Opening my eyes, a strangled gasp cut the Alpha off as King Leofric's claws shot out, slicing through the Alpha's throat. The man crumbled to the floor, his blood pooling beneath him. King Leofric stepped over the body as if it were nothing, his boot echoing against the floor. He sprinted back to me, towering over my trembling body. The rumors... were true; he's a monster. For a moment, we simply stared at each other. His gaze raked over me as if he were already claiming me. "Untouched," he murmured, his voice low and rich like dark velvet. His fingers reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. His touch sent a jolt through me, as though I had been reawakened, my breath hitching despite my desperation to remain cold. "You think I'll submit to you?" I whispered, my voice trembling but steady. "You will," he smirked, glancing at me as though he had found something intriguing, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up to his. The warmth of his breath burned against mine, and I hated the way my body leaned into the contact, craving more. "You'll fight me," he continued, his voice a dark promise. "You'll curse me, hate me. But in the end, little Omega, you'll beg for me." I should have spat in his face, but his thumb brushed over my lower lip, and my lips blanked. My wolf stirred inside me, yearning for his touch even as my mind screamed in protest. He straightened, broke the spell, and turned to the auctioneer. "Unchain her," he commanded. The cold metal fell from my wrists, but the freedom felt hollow. I wasn't free. I had simply traded one cage for another.

Morwenna's stance. The carriage rode down the bumpy road slowly. I watched my Pack disappear out of sight from the cage I was put in. Hot tears welled in my eyes and I lowered my gaze. From almost being the Luna of the Pack, I had become an outcast. Nothing but a toy for the Lycan King to play with when he's horny. I leaned my head against the iron bars of the cage and shut my eyes while I listened to some conversations of the riders. "The Lycan King always goes for the best," One of them teased and though I couldn't see his face, his voice was filled with lust.

"You better be careful of what you say. The Lycan King is in the carriage behind us and I bet he can hear us." The other responded in a whisper. He can hear us? But can he hear my cries? My cry for help, to be free? "Maybe he can, he just chose to ignore us." My wolf, Amber, responded with a painful growl. "Why? Why has everyone chosen to abandon us, even my own family?" I opened my eyes and a tear rolled down my cheeks as I muttered the words. When the carriage jerked to a stop, the door was wrenched open. A palace guard extended a hand, but I ignored it and stepped down on my own. I swallowed a lump down my throat as I stood before the monstrous buildings that threatened to swallow me. Some maid, dressed in a cheap yet clean uniform, rushed towards us. My dress, still the same from the auction, was wrinkled and stained from my struggles. The prettiest maid who stood before me, glanced at me over her shoulder, slightly shaking her head. "This way," She grunted, turning sharply to her heels as the other maids went to tend to the Lycan King. I followed, my heart thudding with every step, though I tried to hide it. The interior was no different from the huge structure; it was dark, chilly, and imposing, just like its owner. The maid led me through a set of heavy oak doors into a chamber where a handful of women stood in hushed conversation. They turned at my entrance, some curious, some pitying-ranking me over. "Omegas," I realized. "The King's women." Not like me, though. They were comfortable here. Their dresses, though simple, fit perfectly, and their hair was neatly arranged. The maid who brought me, turned to me, her face smit with a sly smirk. "Know your place," she whispered and walked away. One of them, a woman with auburn hair and sharp eyes, Sienna, approached. "I see you've met Loralei." She whined, circling me as she glared. "And she doesn't like me," I grunted, forcing a smile. "Nobody liked you here, breeder!" Sienna snapped and stepped out of the room while the other ladies followed, except one. Anwen approached me with a grin. "So, you're the new breeder." There was no cruelty in her tone, but there was no warmth either. "King Leofric sent word that you were to be escorted to his chambers immediately." A chill ran down my spine, but I kept my expression void. "So soon? I would have thought he'd let his prize breathe first." Her lips pressed into a thin line. "King Leofric doesn't play games. He takes what is his." I stiffened. My body was not his. My soul wasn't his. No matter what this cursed fate tried to tell me. "Then let's not keep him waiting," I said, my voice was sharper than intended. "Let's get you dressed." The bath was so good that I almost forgot that I was in a cage. "This looks better," Anwen complimented, glancing at me. "Follow me," She added and stepped out of the door before I could respond. The walk to the King's chamber was short, but my heart pounded faster with every step. When we stopped before the double doors at the end of the corridor, my escort knocked once, then stepped aside. "Enter," came the deep command from within. And there he was. Leofric stood by the fireplace, a goblet of wine in his hand. He didn't look at me immediately. Instead, he took a slow sip of wine before finally turning, his golden eyes locking onto mine. A lazy smirk curled his lips. "You're adjusting well." I didn't respond. He set the goblet down and stepped closer. "You'll give me what I need," he said, his voice quiet yet firm. "But make no mistake, I demand obedience." "I may be yours on paper, but my soul will never bow." To my shock, he smirked. I wanted to claw the expression off his face. Instead, I remained still, forcing my breaths to stay even, refusing to let him see how his presence unsettled me. He took another step, closing the distance between us. His scent wrapped me and I felt my breath hitch, betraying me. His eyes flickered, as if he noticed. Damn him. Damn this bond. I clenched my fist. "If you brought me here to make demands, then you've wasted your time." "I was right to choose you," he murmured. "You'll make this interesting." I hated the way his voice slid over my skin, the way my body reacted despite my mind's rejection. As if he had grown bored, he turned away. "You'll attend the banquet tonight." I blinked, "why?" He glanced at me over the shoulder. "So they can see exactly who owns you. You'll dress accordingly." My stomach twisted. Of course. He wanted to parade me before his people, to display me like a trophy. I lifted my chin. "And if I refuse?" A slow, dangerous curve on his lips. "Then I'll dress you myself." A warning. A promise. I exhaled sharply, my blood boiling, I could fight him now, scream, lash out but what would that accomplish? If he wanted to control me, I'd make him work for it. "Fine," I bit out. "Good," he said, turning back toward the window. "You're dismissed." My hands shook as I yanked open the doors and stepped into the corridor. Fury surged through me. Humiliation curled in my guts. But beneath it all, a vow burned in my soul. He may own me by name. But I'd never let him break me. Let him try.

Morwenna's stance. They dressed me like a queen but made sure I knew I was nothing more than a prisoner. The corset was too tight. I sucked in a shallow breath, feeling the fabric dig into my ribs as the palace maids adjusted the bodice of the dress they'd forced me into. The gown was a deep crimson, its silky fabric clung against my skin. It was an omega color, a reminder of my place, my purpose. A breeder. The thought made my stomach burn. "I'd rather wear rags than this." My voice was cold, but the mains barely spared me a glance as they continued pinning my hair into beautiful twists.

Their hands were steady, efficient, and uncaring. They served the King, not me. "The King desires his consort to be presentable," one of them muttered. I clenched my jaws, my nails pressing against my palms. Consort, another glider term for prisoners. When they finally finished, I stood before the mirror, my reflection almost unrecognizable. I looked powerful, but I was being led to slaughter. The crimson gown clung to my body, the neckline scandalously low, designed to draw eyes and whispers. My hair was pinned high, exposing the slender curve of my throat. My lips were painted a deep red, like a flower blooming before the slaughter. I hated it. A knock at the chamber door made the maids scatter, and a moment later, a guard entered. His eyes flickered over me before he gave a curt nod. "The King awaits." Of course, he does. Without a word, I followed him through the winding stone corridors of the Palace. The scent of burning torches and spiced meats filled the air as neared the grand banquet hall, the low murmur of conversation growing louder with each step. When we reached the towering doors, two guards pulled them open, revealing the opulent room inside. Chandeliers dripped with candles, casting a warm, flickering glow over the polished wooden tables laden with food. Nobles and Great Warriors filled the hall, their laughter, and conversation halting the moment I stepped inside. Silence rippled through the crowd like a stone sinking into water, and I felt every pair of eyes turn to me. I lifted my chin, forcing my face into a cool indifference. Let them stare. Whispers slithered through the crowd like snakes. "An Omega? At the King's Banquet?" "She's just a breeder, dressed up like a Queen." "Does she really think she belongs here?" "So this is the Omega," Someone murmured. "The King's latest plaything." "She won't last long." "He will replace her soon with another." I gritted my teeth and forced my steps to remain steady. I had been called worse before, but something about tonight made the words sting sharper. Maybe because, deep down, I feared they were right. From the far end of the room, seated upon a throne-like chair at the head of the table, was Lycan King Leofric, my captor. His gaze met mine, dead, golden eyes darkened by something I couldn't make. He lounged in his chair as if utterly at ease. A maid pulled out a chair beside him, motioning for me to sit. I hesitated for only a second before moving forward, feeling the hushed whispers trailing after me like ghosts. As soon as I settled into my seat, a goblet of wine was placed before me. I didn't touch it. "Drink," Leofric's voice was low. "You'll need it." I turned to him, meeting his gaze with a quiet smirk. "To dull my senses?" "To keep your throat from drying when you speak." His lips curled slightly. "You're not to sit in silence tonight." Across the table, a noble cleared his throat, drawing my attention. He was a broad-shouldered Alpha with brown hair, his smirk dripping with condescension. "A fine choice, Your Majesty. Though I must admit, I never expected you to take an Omega for more than breeding purposes." Laughter rippled through the hall. "An Omega seated next to His Majesty in a Royal gathering? That's such an eyesore!" Another cussed through his teeth, drinking his fill, while laughter rippled through the hall again. I curled my fingers around the stem of the goblet, my nails biting into the metal. A calculated insult. "But what did they mean by saying an Omega wasn't supposed to attend such gatherings? Why did Leofric bring me here?" I thought, narrowing my eyes as I glanced at him. They expected me to lower my head, to accept my place in silence. Instead, I smiled. "And I never expected nobles to be so interested in another man's bedchamber." I tilted my head. "Or are you merely envious, Alpha Liam? Lord Oric?" The laughter that followed was different, laced with amusement at Alpha Liam's expense. His smirk faltered, eyes rolled in irritation. Leofric's eyes flickered with excitement, he must be enjoying this. Alpha Liam's expression darkened. "Mind your tongue, Omega. You may wear a fine dress, but you're still nothing more than..." A deep growl rumbled through the hall, cutting him off. It was from Leofric. The weight of his voice pressed against every soul in the room. The laughter died, the whisper stilled, and even Alpha Liam's breath hitched. Leofric didn't raise his voice, but the warning in his tone was steady. "Careful, Oric." Alpha Oric swallowed, then gave a stiff nod before lowering his gaze. He wouldn't challenge the King, at least, not tonight. The moment passed and conversation hesitantly resumed. The way the nobles now regarded me with something different. I should have felt triumphant. Instead, my hands curled in the lap, my skin still burning from the intensity of Leofric's gaze. His fingers drummed against the table. "You handled that well," he murmured, his voice just for me. I took a sip of my wine, keeping my face void. "Disappointment?" His smirk returned, dark and knowing. "Not yet." As the feast came to an end, I stood, eager to escape the suffocation ceremony. But before I could take a step, a firm grip closed around my wrist. It was Leofric. His touch was warm, his fingers pressing just enough to hold me but not enough to hurt. When I looked up, his gaze was intense and void. "You think I protected you for your sake?" His voice was a low rumble. "No, Morwenna. You are mine, and no one touches what's mine." To ignore the way my pulse betrayed me, I forced myself to hold his gaze. "I'm not yours, Leofric." His smirk deepened. "Then prove it," he murmured. Before I could respond, a messenger rushed into the hall, panting. He bowed swiftly before speaking. "My King," he started, his voice strained. "There's news about Omega's former mate." A cold rush of dread swept through me. "Speak," Leofric uttered. The messenger hesitated, then met my gaze. "Alpha Aedric is nearby."