"Don't fight the emotions you feel for me, Rosie" Allerik, The Lycan king said, as he caressed my cheeks as a prized possession that I was. He paid a lot for me to get me as a slave. "I am not fighting it. I am only guarding my heart" His present was becoming more addictive but I wanted more than he wanted to give me at the moment. I wanted my freedom. "I can't think of one good reason not to kiss you right now. I want you, Rosie, I want you so much I might break, my possession. You belong to me" "I belong to no one" Poor and maltreated Rosie, thought she was finally getting away from the harshness of her own family and everyone in her pack when she clocked eighteen and she was finally going to get her fated mate. But her dreams shattered as fast as they had come to her, she had been mated to Dan, the scornful son of their alpha, who currently has the most gorgeous girlfriend, who didn't waste any more time rejecting and humiliating her. Her fate was sealed, she was going to be hated more, but nothing prepared her for the betrayal of her family. She was sold to the slave master, and she ended up being bought by the Lycan king himself. Could her fate be crueler? Would she find grace in the face of her new master? And when would she be able to get her revenge on all those who treated her worse than an animal?
Sammie's POV
Here I was again, doing the dishes for the tenth time that day. Work is the only thing I do, or should I say that's just what I am allowed to do. I have not been able to do anything of my own, nothing beneficial to me in any way. I want more than anything to have a job of my own. I barely practice fights with my peers like I am supposed to, and I don't mind. I would avoid humiliating situations as much as I can, but all that practice is when I am present is humiliation. So I find time, from the little time I squeeze for myself to practice outside the park in the woods, and, safe to say, I have never gotten into any trouble. Not even a decent bath, nor a good sleep. I feel drained and out of my wits, but I cannot complain, I have had no help, and no one bold enough to take me out of my misery. That's why I'm looking forward to my next birthday, maybe until my 18th birthday, which is only seven days away. That savior would come in disguise as my mate if that would give any help. Whatever mate I would get should not be from this pack, I thought to myself. Because, of course, that would make matters worse. But at the same time, I don't see getting a mate outside this pack possible. I only pray that whoever it is will be a little bit different. Maybe, Elijah, Elijah seemed like a decent person. I have not seen him in any trouble and, for what's worth, he has never been abusive towards me. Maybe because his parents taught him well enough. What more could I ask for if he becomes my mate and agrees to let me do as I wish? My name is Sammie Albert, soon to be eighteen and I am known to be the pack's slave, I have been branded by almost everyone as the unwanted. I am the one who cleans after everyone and at every party. And the parties never seem to stop, they always have the need to invite people over every time and they don't think that it was necessary to hire help because I am available, available to clean after them. I don't own a dog as a pet but I cannot count how much shit I have had to clean today. I cannot wait for my 18th birthday when I am finally able to find my mate. I don't care if my mate turns out to be a gamma or an omega like me and does not have any title, or even if he is a member of the pack, I will convince him to take me out of here and never look back. The mate bond should be able to do as much for me. I just pray that he is not in any way tied down to this pack. If the moon goodness is kind to me or I'm given even the slightest bit of luck, then, I will be fully free and independent from my family. Not to get their permission to move. Not that they would hold me back or anything. I mean, since I'm sure they would not want to have me around, it would just be like a goodbye to my family. It is only a few days away now, a day I have been anticipating all my life, a day I pray won't be long now. I know that my father would be glad to let me go because he has always seen me as a scar he would like to get rid of. My father had never looked upon me with love, rather he had always hated me for taking the love of his life away from him, my mother. So, it's not a new thing that he allows my stepmother to treat me as she so well pleases and the rest of the pack members treat me however they like, and since my father is subjected to them, there is really nothing I can do to save myself except help came, just for me. I know my father hates me, he has never ceased to call me a murderer for killing my mother at birth, but should he not be grateful that she left him with something of both of them and that's me? Isn't he supposed to take care of me because I am the only gift my mother left him? I am tired of asking those unanswered questions and they seemed so faint now. I have since come to accept my fate and whatever comes with it. The only time I have a little peace and temporarily get away from all this is when I go to my workplace. Being able to make dresses for different people of different shapes is what I look forward to. Yes, my father had agreed to let me work, since I had nothing else to do except school and slave away, but it was only for a few hours and I could really use all the money I could get. I will get my own work when I finally get my freedom. And Joan has been more than a good employer, she is kind and understanding. I almost hoped that everyone was like her. Or she was not from this pack, but if she wasn't, who would give me a little bit of solace to handle everything? I looked out the window from where I stood washing the almost finished plates and I saw that it was already getting really dark. I thought to myself that I needed to go back home, to a round of house chores that would be lying around waiting for me. If I don't want to receive another beating of my life for not getting things done like my stepmother always complains about. And trust me, this happens a lot of times, because where the heck do I even have the time? How do I divide myself into parts to do all the work I am given? My mind was so greatly occupied that I didn't notice that I had been joined by someone's presence, who was silently present until he was already behind me. "Oh my goodness!" I shouted, dropping the two plates I was holding mistakenly. I opened my eyes wide as I watched them scattered across the floor. The sound of the plates scattering on the floor was deafening. And at that moment, all the thought of what to do escaped my mind, but I knew this was going to be another round of maltreatment. It was the alpha's son, Max, whose house I was currently in, doing dishes. "Max," I said, managing to calm myself and bowing my head slightly as a sign of greeting. He has always made a fuss about everyone giving him the respect that he deserves, since he was undeniably going to be the next alpha of the Blue Bird pack. I truly don't care what he thinks, I never had, I was only fulfilling all righteousness, and I was more worried that someone would see us together and accuse me of flirting with their man. It would only make me prone to more danger. That's not what I need at the moment. Max Sullivan is the doted son of Alpha Erik Sullivan and Luna Anne Sullivan, he is affectionately loved by his parents and most of the girls in the pack. He is never faulty in anyone's eyes, so if anything happens, people would point at me first without even asking any questions. The girls like him, they adore him and they also shamelessly throw themselves at him every chance they get. Some, he accepts to feed on his pleasure, and dumps them after banging them. While some he just never gave a chance. Not me though. I have never shown any interest in him. I guess that's why he always wants to frustrate me every little chance he gets. "You little sh!t! You could have wounded me! Where are your manners?" he growled. And not to forget, he is also unbelievably rude, but nothing he would do or say to me right now would get me to lose my wits at that point. I have seen the worst of his people, I have been beaten to oblivion because of a small offense, I have been cut to prove a point, and I have been spat at for being unlucky. "I am sorry, you scared me! I was not expecting you here this time. I thought you guys were having dinner at the table" I said, trying to politely excuse myself from taking the blame for the shattered plates. "Are you trying to educate me in my house about where I can go and not go?" He asked, growling at me as he made himself closer to me with each step. "No, but you scared me," I said again with the most respectful voice I could manage. But instead of him understanding what I had just said, and accepting it as it was, he slapped me on my face, which was rather unexpected, given the fact that I had tried to be as respectful as I could manage. I didn't know what was happening to my body for like half a second of standing there before my right hand automatically went to my face. "You a$$hole!" I spat with the venom inside me! And I got another slap! I usually would not utter a word because it always led me into trouble, but the sting of the slap got deep in my body. I could not ignore it. "How dare you!" He said, as he traced my jawline with his hand, then placed it on my trembling lips, which were now obviously bruised. "Sammie, you see, I don't want to harm you like the rest of them" he continued with a low and hoarse voice this time, "if only you would cut the sharpness of your tongue when you are communicating with me. I do not like to see the hatred in your eyes whenever you are with me. That's the only thing that gets you into trouble. You are supposed to bow down to me and listen to what I have to say and I will make sure you don't get punished another day in your life. " That seemed like a good deal, especially since I need it so much now that my fate is undecided, but it would be me entering into another bondage with this crazed brat. "No! You are the same! You are just looking for another leverage over me! And that would be over my dead body". I spat my words at his face, daring him again and again. My statement and fearlessness must have bruised his ego, so he turned away and began to walk away from me. But before he finally got out of the kitchen door, he turned back and said to me "Don't worry, you won't be saying the same thing in a few days. I will be waiting for you" The words sounded in my head almost like danger, but I didn't want to think about it. If this was another way of making me worried, I will not fall into his stupid trap. But the few days I have in my own mind will come soon and there will be absolutely a great difference. That day, for me, I will find my mate, my own freedom. A part of me wants to stay cool yet what Max said to me does haunt me. Not the craziness I am going to meet at home, but the uncertainty of what the sentence means. What did he mean by that? What did he mean he would be waiting for me?
"Sir, I promise you I was not challenging anything. I was just asking where we were being taken to. In fact, I wish to see the Alpha King now. I can work. I can be a really great asset to his park, and since he is old, he would need one more young powerful woman in his pack. I don't think he wants to kill me after he knows me, please." "I don't think the Lycan needs anymore people, we have enough hands," The fine man said. "Please let me convince him myself." "Then do. I am listening," he said putting his hands on his chest. "What?" I said. "He is the Lycan King, Sweetheart." --- After Elisabeth was stripped from her title as the Luna of the safe moon pack and found out that the Alpha& mate she had known all her adult life has impregnated someone, someone she trusted with all her being and sacrificed everything for. Now disgraced and to be sent away as a slave to the Lycan King. She tried to escape to find her own world, to excel, the last thing she wanted was to save herself first from being hauled off to the Lycan King, she would rather go rouge, but that didn’t go as planned, The plan only landed her deeper into trouble. The Lycan king turned out to be not what they expected of him, Now she has to use him to her own advantage, To tame the beast in him. Through humiliation and thrive, she was able to survive. The Lycan king helped her to stand solely on her feet, as she claimed back what she had lost and more... How can a mighty king love a lowly wolf like me, A rejected?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.