The Lycan's Hunt

{This story contains themes of sexual content, attempted sexual assault, violence, captivity, psychological distress, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised.}

PART ONE: THE MISSION AND THE UNKNOWN

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ANNATORIA

"Fresh humans for our pleasure." Some wicked chuckles mocked the fear in the air. "Could this night get any better?"

I deafened my ears to the rest of that statement as my nose wrinkled at the scent of the approaching rain.

Then, I smirked. Working in the rain is the best. It brightens my focus.

So, as I slacked the confidence in my shoulders, I silently prayed for the rain to arrive. I need it to survive the issues lying ahead.

As planned, I am currently blindfolded in a rickety bus. But the nature of my captors and the main purpose of my mission are the problems.

"Line them up!" The vehicle halted in response to that command, and without delays, the heftiness of the captors tussled the bus.

"Get out! Get out, you fucking cunts!"

Their vile words were as terrible as their rough hands. I confirmed that when one of them pushed me out, as if I had the eyes to see the path ahead.

Honestly, it's not a big deal.

Moving blindfolded is easy, but the other captives are simple women who, unfortunately, fell into the trap of the vicious werewolves who have been hunting humans for many years.

I landed on my feet and allowed the beastly hand that was squeezing my arm to drag me.

Seconds later, I was positioned between two women who were profusely begging for their lives with hot tears.

Sometimes, I wonder how it would feel to be in a position where I cannot tackle my opponent.

I hope I never find out. I love winning. And I want to keep winning.

Suddenly, my blindfold was yanked off. After a few eye twitches, I glanced at the caramel beauty of my hands.

Then, I clasped them behind me, and the view ahead beckoned to me.

The moon, in its far place, could not save this place from its eeriness. And worse, every single element- the thick forest, the rocky ground, the chilly air, the darkened clouds, the wolf beasts and the enormous, forlorn-looking castle in the middle of everything- all worked together to scare an ordinary human or any unsuspecting prey.

Even I felt a little chill run down my spine, and uneasiness knotted my stomach.

Undoubtedly, with the distinct wickedness in the air, this is the werewolf realm.

After a deep swallow, I glanced at the castle again. That is the abode of the Lycan King of the werewolves.... The abode of my target.

"What is this bitch looking at?" One of the hefty wolves interestingly transformed into his human form and landed a hot slap on my cheek. Before my eyes could ignite anger, he hollered, "Keep your fucking dirty eyes glued to the ground!"

I itched to return the hit, but that would not work in my favour, so I lowered my head, exhaled a few times and found calm.

"Here, you are a fucking toy," another resounding voice joined the bullying. "The Lycan owns your soul!" The snarling beast chunked saliva on the back of my neck. "Know your fucking place! Is that clear, you fucking dirty humans?!"

My calmness broke when the nauseating liquid started slipping down my back. I had to curl my hands to contain my thoughts of throwing punches at that fool who spat on me.

Oh. I haven't introduced myself, have I?

I am Secret Agent Annatoria. Twenty-seven years old. One of the top spies in W.O.O.T., a crime-fighting agency.

And right now, I am on a mission to gather intel on the leader of these wolves. I have to figure out a way to eradicate the leader and capture these werewolves who have found pleasure in kidnapping humans as slaves for their master.

"You!" A hand smacked my bum. And the culprit walked to my front with a prideful gait.

Great, now both my face and bum are stinging.

I lifted my head and hid the angry blink in my eyes.

"Come with me," he said, the hatred in his eyes blazing.

I don't have a good feeling about this.

"Uhm..." I blinked with fake shyness. And quietly asked, "Why?"

"Is this dirt asking questions?" His black eyes glinted, his lips tightening as he closed the gap between us and tortured me with the stench from his sweaty armpits.

Ugh! Have they never heard of taking a bath in this place?

"Human." He pressed his forehead to mine, like he was challenging me to a fight. "Are your ears blocked?"

Ugh, stinky ass breath.

"You need to know your place," he continued. "Is that too hard for you? Huh?" With a vicious grip, he jerked my head. "Answer me," he raged, "you fucking spy bitch."

Spy bitch?

I heard that wrong... Right?

"Ha!" He curtly laughed and stepped back. "The spy bitch is surprised."

True.

My eyes could not hide my shock.

With a frown, my mind started to wander, wondering how the beasts found out about my identity. Was my mission compromised from the start?

"Did you think you could walk into our den without getting caught?" he continued to taunt me while my thoughts raced. "This is the problem with you stupid humans. You always think you are too smart. Look at you now. About to be devoured by our master." He sharply gripped my slim jawline. "Our great Lycan will handle you. He will make you watch as he grinds every bone inside you into powder."

How would that even work?

Oh God. Focus Annatoria. Focus. This is not going according to plan. This is not-

The he-wolf's grip left me, and he barked orders to two wolves who effortlessly lifted me off the ground and pulled me towards the mighty reddish brown gate leading to the castle.

I mean, I am glad I don't get to walk on the dangerous stones on the ground, but I have to break free and escape.

However...

Call me insane, but I never abandon any mission. I don't think I want to run away from this one either.

It doesn't matter if I fail.

So, I closed my eyes and allowed the wolves to take me to the Lycan, the main deal of my operation. It

ANNATORIA

When the guards entered the castle, my eyes were still closed. But the chill in the room caught my attention. It was severe. It threatened to slice my bones.

Despite this, my eyes remained closed.

When I face this Lycan dude, I want to put all my guts into it. If possible, I would love a chance to tame him with the experimental chemical tucked between my breasts.

After the wolves walked for a while, a door was flung open, the hinges creaking with the need for lubrication.

"Great Lycan, we've brought the spy," one of the beasts announced once the echoes of the creaking door died down. "She is a stubborn one."

They tossed me like a rag, and I shivered. The increased cold felt like a whisper of danger that would destroy my soul until nothing was left.

I sighed hard. Things were not going as I imagined.

After some deep breaths, I sat up, opened my eyes and almost yelped because I thought I had gone blind. The stark darkness around me was intense, if I had not seen a faint light at the far end of the room, I would have gone mad.

But what is this place? And why is it peeling my confidence, like an onion losing its layers?!

"Spy," a masculine whisper filled the air. I swallowed hard, and my eyes wandered as I tried figuring out where that voice came from. "Human." My head whipped to the left. "Foolish human spy."

I turned again. I think I heard the voice from behind. But the darkness was still refusing to let me see through it.

This is shitty.

Or should I try speaking to the voice? I could-

An unusual scent instantly settled in front of me. Along with that scent was a heavy presence. One that made the cold in the room feel like a joke and caused my breath to almost cease.

Then, he revealed himself. And I just knew... he was the Lycan King of the werewolves- the beast rumoured to be immortal, to have lived for centuries, cheating death, which never bothered to find him.

I gulped again and tried to calm the race in my chest.

Even though the darkness in the room was still intact, with an illumination that could not be ignored, his features became prominent.

His skin was pale, almost similar to the whiteness of my favourite ceramic piece. And his eyes, as they judged me in silence, reminded me of the sky. But beyond that colour was icy death, torment, evil, something similar to eternal tiredness.

I swallowed my fear again and turned away. Then I helplessly succumbed to the pull that tempted me to look at him.

When my timid gaze landed on him, I expected him to say something, to tell me to stop looking at him.

But he didn't. And the brooding silence made it harder for me to escape the maze of his cold eyes. I fell deep, like I was drowning in the sea.

I fought within myself to look away. But I couldn't.

I could only shift my gaze to note the roughness of his full hair, the firmness of his almost bloodless lips and the careful carving of his enviable cheekbones.

He would easily make every model in our country lose their job.

But still.... This natural evil he possesses. It cannot be manufactured elsewhere.

"Human."

"Argh!" My chest jumped as that word shattered me out of my trance. I squeezed my chest and waited for the next word.

"You must be hungry," his timbre voice spoke with calculated suspense. He leaned closer, and his breath teased my face. "Hungry for death."

Oh yes. Yum. Yum.

My throat was dry, and I could not push out that saucy response. Before this beast, my strength means nothing.

So much for my bravado.

The Lycan inched his face even closer. "Do you deny being a spy?"

After moistening the dryness in my mouth, I found little sturdiness in my soul and said, "I don't."

He blinked, and his long hair fell to the side. "This will not go unpunished."

"S–so?"

"I have to break you, little human spy." He reached for my chin, and the thickness of his gloves pressed into it. "I will humiliate this rubbish pride in your eyes."

I didn't realise that despite the fear in my body, my gaze remained resilient. Well, not anymore.

As my eyelids fluttered in a way I was unfamiliar with. I hid my eyes.

And his dead eyes widened in satisfaction. "That is more like it." The strength I was building crumbled. "I am your master. You do not dare to act mighty in my presence." His grip pushed my head up. I could only look at his lips. "Humans are the best pets. Your kind had the fear I love to feast on." He inhaled. "You belong to me now, human. Your body and soul are all mine."

Wickedly, he dropped my chin, and my breath shook so much that I fell to the floor and lay there, my eyes staring like my brain had been washed away.

"Beta Elias," the Lycan said while straightening his overpowering physique. "My bed has lacked warmth for a while." The excitement in his voice didn't sound like one. "It is time for me to feast again. I have a new toy to breed."

He exhaled, and that descended into a deep chuckle that increased my tremor so much that I could not cajole my soul to do something to survive.

I remained in that spot, quivering and wallowing in the darkness to cover up my shameful weakness.

ANNATORIA

A lot of time passed in that darkness, so I ended up falling asleep. But the sleep was too short. And, it did not save me from the Lycan's intention.

And now that I am awake and in another room, I can feel myself crumbling even harder.

Right now, my hands are chained above me. Thankfully, the pain from that was bearable.

I turned my focus to the room. This one was not shrouded in thick darkness, so I could easily see the layout; simple yet mysterious, a little reflection of the Lycan's aura.

All that was in the room was a table at the far end of the stone walls and a large bed.

Oh, did I mention that I am in the bed? Yep. The hard, very uncomfortable bed.

Truly, I can't escape this. I am doomed. And about to be fucked by a supernatural being who I strongly feel is not merciful in the slightest way.

While my mind tried not to break down, I looked down to see that I had been changed into a black, skimpy gown. It exposed most of my lower body, and nothing I did to hide my thighs worked.

Then, the door to my right opened, and a stark-naked Lycan barged in, his unfeeling eyes feasting on everything I was trying to hide.

For a moment, I looked away from the prominent part of his body. But when he came to the end of the bed, my aching eyes could not escape the view.

The Lycan, with a smirk, then exposed a little vial between his fingers.

My eyes widened, and he laughed.

"Your human eyes never lie," he commented. And tossed the vial to the side. That one shattered, and the hope of my mission was lost.

"Your breasts." His knees pressed the mattress, and his heat was soon hovering above me. "Show me."

"No." My eyes quickly flared. I tried to shift away from him, but there was no escape. "Don't touch me, you... You fucking Lycan." My weak warning had no effect.

He ripped off my gown with one pull, and I shamefully became naked.

I didn't want to see the taunt in his eyes, so I looked away.

"Human. Look at me."

I refused to listen.

If I do that, I will become forever tainted. I will never be able to recover from the ache of this humiliation.

"I said..." He gripped my hair. "Look. At. Me." I still didn't look. "Listen to your master, you fucking human. You don't want to? Fine."

After a growl, he released my hair and forcibly lowered my body.

"No!" I screamed because of the pain from the chains, and he laughed while caging me between his thighs.

He then released a small gasp of desire when his icy hands swiftly held my breasts. He wickedly pinched my nipples to draw out another scream, but I muffled it this time and held on to my resolution to remain stubborn.

"Human." He lowered his head, his chest sensually pressed against mine. "You cannot win." His whisper was full of mockery. "You can never win in the presence of your master. Don't you know that?"

His mouth leaned toward my ear and moistened it with his wet tongue. My eyes tightly closed, and my breath ragged, I just lay there as he breathed me in.

The next thing I knew, he parted my thighs. "Warm," he snarled, his fingers hovering over my vagina. "Preciously warm. Perfect for breeding."

No...

Why am I not fighting back? I need to fight. I need to do something.

His voice pierced my thoughts. "My precious pet, should we find out what your little mouth can do first? Or should I taunt you with my mark?"

With force, he cupped the heat of my vagina. I hid my wince again as he separated his chest from my breasts.

"Maybe we should take it slow." He shifted to the side and used his grip on my pussy to lift my shivering body. "Till your body does nothing but beg for me."

He said some other things, but I did not hear him.

At that point, I was grasping for escape so much that I started to lose my soul. The only thing that kept me sane was a faint ringing in my head. Moments later, the ringing stopped.

My head felt lighter, and darkness overwhelmed me. I fell unconscious.

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"Agent Annatoria. Can you hear me?" a muffled voice rang in my ears. "Blink if you can hear me."

I felt my eyes respond. Yet, I was still stuck in the realm of darkness, where it felt as if my body were dipped in a bath of ice.

Wait... Do these werewolves know my name? Just how much do they know about me and my mission? And who on earth did they hear it from?!

"Annatoria. Stay awake." This voice was different, and it sounded exactly like the voice of my Director, Secret Agent Hayes. My mind must be playing tricks. "You need to stay awake."

A grumble fell from my lips, and my legs twitched. However, I was still stuck in my mind, still drowning.

"Annatoria."

It is better to remain in this darkness. I can hide from that hellish Lycan in this place.

"Annatoria."

Ugh... Can these wolves stop calling me?! Why are they determined to destroy me? Why-

My eyes snapped open. For many seconds, I gasped and sucked in large gulps of air. Then, sweat formed on my body.

Feeling a little alive, I looked up. And great perplexity befell me.

The bright space before me was the medical centre of W.O.O.T.

But... how?

I turned to my right. Director Hayes, who seemed to have grown more grey hair, was standing there.

"Agent Annatoria," he said while motioning to the doctor to step aside. "Can you hear me? Do you recognise me?"

"H-how... Wh-what is going on? Why are you here?"

"Easy." He stopped me from leaving the bed. "You need to rest."

"T-the Lycan," I said, and my eyes widened with fear. I gripped the Director's hands and glared into his eyes. "The Lycan... Where is he? Wh-Where did he go?"

"The Lycan? Leader of the wolves?" His bothered gaze turned into pity as he sat next to me. "Annatoria, you never left."

What is he talking about?

"You never started the new mission," he further said.

"Bullshit."

"No."

"Director, I started the mission. I was captured as planned. I met the Lycan. I was almost-"

"Annatoria," he remained firm. "You never went there. After you left HQ yesterday, we lost track of you. Hours later, you were found unconscious in the cinema."

"Bullshit, Director Hayes." Is he trying to make a fool out of me? "I know what I remember. You probably lost track of me because the werewolf realm is a different world. Even the place the... the Lycan stays is crazy and cold and scary and..." My words started to shake, my forehead furrowed with terror. "And... And ... I don't know how I survived it. I..."

"You must have had a bad dream, Annatoria." Director Hayes's pitiful eyes became annoying. "Maybe you watched that horror film with the doll."

"I don't even watch movies!" Within my angry words, the memories in that realm plagued me; it felt as if I would soon be dragged back to that place. "Director, I am one of W.O.O.T.'s top spies because I don't entertain distractions. Why would I gain from going to the cinema?"

"Maybe you decided to change your hobbies. And I understand that. You neede a change in your life. The stuff you have witnessed since you joined the agency is-"

"I was in the werewolf realm. I met the Lycan King," I maintained my argument. I won't allow him to call me crazy. "I was carrying out my mission as planned."

"Doctor, please," Director Hayes signalled to the other man in the room, "I think she needs a scan. She keeps saying weird things."

"I am not!" I jumped out of bed. "I am not crazy! I know what I am saying!"

"Just calm down, Agent Annatoria."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" I grabbed the IV drip stand next to me and threatened to poke someone's eyes with it. "I won't calm down when you are refusing to listen to me!"

"Please, Doctor. Find a way to relax her. She needs to rest."

"Don't touch me! Don't -" I could not fight the hands that held me down and forced me to lie on the bed. "I said-"

"Please, Agent Annatoria," the doctor said. "You need to close your eyes for a few hours. Once you wake up, you will realise that you are back in reality."

Are these fuckers trying to say that I am mistaking imagination for fucking reality? When I know what I dealt with in that werewolf land?

These... fucking idiots.

Why are they not listening to me?

Why are they trying to make me look crazy?

Wait a minute...

I must be dreaming!

That's it. That Lycan must have found a way to reach into my subconscious.

Is this his way of crushing my soul bit by bit?

This means I never left that castle. Oh God. Maybe I am still between his icy thighs, waiting for my terrible fate to happen.