He rose to his feet and started removing his scarlet robe. His nude body was once again exposed to me, and it was as if my body had a switch that turned on and it became feverish.

My breathing became more rapid and struggled. I feel heat in my body; I'm not sure why. I stared at him, but he maintained his poker face. Something in my head says that I dislike what is going on, but my body is unrepentant.

What is happening with me?

"Ah ...!" I exclaimed in surprise as he put his hand between my legs and began to tease my private parts. I wish I could fight, but instead; I closed my eyes and cherished every caress he made on my body. I hate this. "Please ... N-no."

I couldn't recognize my own voice since I had no idea why I had refused —whether it's because I'm opposed to what he is doing or because I'm not ready for him to stop. I pressed my eyes shut even tighter and bit my lip as he began squeezing my nipples. He is now stroking my hole and nipple with his tongue and fingers. I want to close my legs but am unable to do so due to the metal spreader.

He sat in the empty place on the bed. I opened my drowsy eyes and saw no change in his countenance. I'm not clear whether he's pleased with what he's doing to me or if he's really trying to terrify me this way. He parted my hair in front of my face, cocked his head toward my ears, and licked my earlobe. I averted my face, but couldn't help but stiffen my body as he groped my chest.

“Your breast. They are big yet firm. Squeezing them feels so pleasant.”

Our faces were so near as I turned my face toward his. Just one move and our lips will brush to each other.

"D-don't kiss me ..." I was conscious of my flushed cheeks and neck. I would have avoided my face from him again but it was too late. He forced me to tilt my head toward him and kissed me aggressively. Despite the fact that I was losing myself, I managed to fight back.

I tasted the rust by biting his lip. However, despite knowing that his lip was bleeding, he shoved my lip apart to slide his tongue into me. I am now able to drink the blood that escaped his lips. I also catch my breath as he maintains his stranglehold on my jaw.

Soon after, the kiss slipped on my neck. He never let go of my boobs. When he pressed my nipple, they sank. I opened my eyes and his red eyes were what I saw. They were aflame with desire, as if he wanted to possess me.

"Stick your tongue out again." He was ordering me.

I suppose I am under his spell like a fruit of my obedience with his demands. He sucked on my tongue as tears welled up at the corner of my eye. What is rushing on with me, why am I feeling this way? Why am I submissive to his wants?

“Ah ... damn. I'm excited. " He whispered.

The metal spreader and the chain around my foot vanished in a moment. He was now at the base of my body, opening my legs with a powerful and solid grip. I wanted to conceal my face because every time he stroked a section of my skin, I lost track of who I was. I have no concept of who is now residing within my body. I couldn't even hear the wolf within me.

"Due to the darkness, I couldn't see your pussy well." He was so focused on my private area that you believed he had just seen something. "Yet, I guess it is pink and lovely."

"Stop looking!" My whole body was filled with humiliation.

He licked his left and right index fingers to wet them. He placed properly from my foot and I seemed to be electrified by a thousand volts when he spread my vagina hole using his two index fingers.

“Your opening is so narrow. It's quite tight in here." He raised his eyes to mine before continuing. "Your clitoris is fragile and small, but it is endearing."

“No. Please refrain from doing this... " Even though I said those lines, I couldn't help but hear in my voice that I was enjoying what he was doing to me.

When his tongue comes into contact with my pussy, I want to throw away the rope in my hand. I can feel his tongue entering and interacting with my hole. I'm obsessed with the way he sucks. He has his own method of destroying my mind and body. He is assaulting my body, and yet this fucking body revels in it!

He is my adversary! For the glory of fuck!

When something came out of my pussy, I arched my body. I tremble and my knee sags. He removed his tongue from inside me and I saw a sticky liquid come along from the tip of his tongue. He had already withdrawn his face from the sensitive area of my body, but he proceeded to open my hole.

"Your juice is delicious." He inserted one of his fingers, which caused my knees and whole body to quiver even more. "Your clit is also abrasive. Your pussy and clitoral region are tingling with anticipation." He buried his tongue into my pussy mouth once again and continued speaking. "You are dirty. Are you sensing it right now?" He twirls his tongue around my clitoral area.

“Ah! Don't ... Don't lick it like that. I am begging ... ”

I couldn’t breathe properly as he adjusted his seat as the edge of his lip had liquid that I think came from the juices I had released earlier.

“Oh? Then how about this? "

I raised my body again and resisted as he entered his two fingers, which plunged into the very end of my stomach owing to their length. He strikes at my weak point.

“Haaah ..! S-something is strange..." I couldn't complete what I wanted to say.

"It's coming o-out .. Nghhh ..!" My eyes are about to close. “No! I'm ready! Sto ... Stop!”

"I'm cumming— ahh ..!"

"You are quite lewd, aren't you?" He angles his cock in the direction of my cunt. "It is not going to stop spraying; if we do not block it, your bed will get soaked. This is where you can sleep now.” While saying those lines, he is pushing the tip of his cock now.

“No. N-not now .. It's still — wait a minute — ah!"

When he finally shoved his whole dick into my groin, I extended my legs to provide him with further access. This is not my real part. I was so tangled up in the rope in my hand that all I could do was wiggle my hips.

"Just as I suspected, your insides are squirming madly, pleading with me." He shifted his grasp on my body and smacked me repeatedly. "Let's cum together."

****

I awoke still in the darkness, still imprisoned. I examined my body and saw that it was now completely covered. When I turned back, the guy who had been seated in the corner of the wall had departed. Additionally, the candle is dwindling in size. I wanted to sit since the entrance to the room where we had walked earlier rang, but my feet seemed bound again.

"Fetch her." I heard a standing voice from the guard. "Do not allow her to escape your paws, since she is not a typical member of another pack. She is a member of the Shadow pack's General Army—- the Minbury Stronghold.

My hand and foot were promptly freed by the two guys. I stopped struggling because I knew that if I succeeded, it would just grow worse. I'm merely considering another exit strategy.

"Where are you taking me?" They bound my hand behind my back as we marched. I'm not sure where the Darkmoon ropes are formed, since I'm unable to break them. No one spoke to them or even answered my question.

When we exited, the crowd had dispersed. I don't know if the party is over because I also can't measure how many hours I've been in that room. We went up a long staircase, and on the second level, the soldiers turned to observe me. A guard indicated the direction with a nod to the left. I walk slowly to remind myself that I cannot act without a plan any more, since this may be the catalyst for the ignition of my life.

I could see smoke in the air, I followed where it was coming from and my foot carried me to a room with a water spring. I noticed the man reclining on a rock with his arm extended and his hand resting on it. I concluded that since this is a palace, everything should be gold. There is still a stone here for the idea of generating a bath.

When he opened his eyes, a dart from his eye struck me. He repositioned himself in his seat and stretched his arm toward me. Furthermore, he tossed the towel that was resting on his arm. "Clean my body."

I just stared at the towel below me. I turned to him and demonstrated that my back was still bound even now.

Nonetheless, even before I could speak, I was surrounded by freezing water. As I sat on his lap, my eyes widened as our bodies clashed. I shoved him quickly enough that I fell into the water. He dragged me in strongly, given the fact that I had no intention of fleeing.

"I am going to be your master. Wash me.” He was controlling my actions. He came to a halt for a time and examined every inch of my physique. "If you don't, I'm going to wash your whole body."

I grabbed the towel and drenched it in water in less than a second. The first thing I wiped was his arm. I gulped heavily and avoided looking up at him. However, I was motionless when he tucked my strand of hair behind my ear.

"You are beautiful, yet you are rebellious." He made a serious remark to me and tugged on my waist, drawing me closer to him. My breast got in touch with his chest, and I'm sure he felt my nipple initiate contact with his.

"I dislike towels. Wash my arm using your boobs.”

“W-what—”

I cut short what I was going to say as I felt his dick stroking my pussy underwater. I grip to his arm when he suddenly moves his body and our private parts brush each other.

"Your pussy is slick based on the fact that you did not use soap." He nipped my shoulder and ran his fingers down the length of my waist. "I'm feeling hot every time I see your fierce face."

"Ngh ..!" He pulled my waist down, allowing his cock to plunge inside me. "I-It's getting inside me .. please .." My forehead rested on his chest. "It's big." I couldn't stop myself from being candid. I get the distinct impression that I have permanently lost touch with my true self.

"Please... stop! Y-you are much too brusque.!" My voice was tinged with hate, yet I couldn't stop myself from moving.

He hugged my body with one of his arms while one of his hands cupped my jaw to open my mouth. Without realizing it, I had placed my hand around his neck. I felt the warmth of his breath on my face. He battled our tongues till he sped up his movement under the water. Water is splashing.

"I do not like it!" He turned me back from where he was leaning earlier and he faced me there. My position now is like a dog's. From behind me, he opened my legs and continued to spread my pussy.

"Your embarrassed reaction is giving me so much boner." He worked his way up over my back till I could feel his breath in my ear.

"Starting today, you will be my sex slave." He paused for a moment and I heard his loud rumbling. When I witnessed him transform into his beast form, I lost all physical strength.

"I've miraculously found you..."

“....my mate.”

I was deaf to his words.

My mind is incapable of acknowledging anything he asserts.

Who is he to use the term "mate" when he has destroyed the lives of true fated mates? Each phrase that he utters is a complete curse!

How heinous.

Then it dawned on me what we were doing. I became conscious immediately, and it seemed as if I had been scorched on his flesh. I pushed him hard and successfully for the first time.

I fell into the water and we exchanged glances. I was the only one tense amongst the two of us, while he was completely cool.

The more I see his flaming eyes, the angrier I become over Archer's demise.

"If you could only see your reflection in a mirror... What a pitiful sight." He murmured mockingly, even shaking his head.

I felt terror for the first time again when the water rushed as he drew closer to me. My body grew tight, as if I were wrapped in ice, as a result of my refusal to break.

"Take a look at those seductive eyes. They look scared but scary because it ends up looking like it can brutally murder me— ”

"I could!"

I never allow him to complete his sentence. My canine tooth had already shown, so did my sharp nails.

"It's scary," he lifted his hand as if surrendering. His face remained expressionless.

I am even more furious as a response to the disdain he is now showing me.

"Don't mock me!"

"It appears as though you have not been informed who the gentleman in front of you is now?" He took a step forward without removing his gazes that were already visiting my soul.

“Don’t come near me!” I snarl incessantly.

I knew he wouldn't fear me since he was strong enough to break me off with one hand without my flinch. I began by gently closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. If I have yet to exact the vengeance I desire, it is preferable that no one benefits me.

If it’s not Archer, I don’t want it.

My sharp nails were put to my neck.

"Agh..." When I felt the cocoon of my index fingernail on my neck, I murmured faintly.

"What do you think you're doing, woman?" His tone of speech remained unchanged. There is nothing there to be heard.

Calling me mate yet not even trace of worry.

Why?

Why am I feeling disappointed? Why this heart is thumping like crazy? Is it fear for him? Or...

I shook my head when something came into my mind.

"You dare to ask what am I doing?" I smirked. "Don't mind this impudent lady, my Lord---!"

I didn't continue my sentence because another wave of water went by and some droplet of it got into my eyes, which is why I closed them.

I rotated my eyes swiftly to focus on the man in front of me.

However, as I opened my eyes, I came dangerously close to sticking my long nails into him. My eyes also widened as I realized that the two of us were just a handful away.

"Those are deadly," he muttered in my ear, bringing his lips up to my earlobe to lick it. "As I already made clear, it was a godsend that I caught you, so why are you still trying to evade my grasp?"

I sought to withdraw my hand but was unable to do so due to the strength of his hold, despite the fact that he was using just one hand. One of his hands is already around my waist, attempting to draw me in closer.

"Release me!" I struggle, but the water simply spits out.

"You appear to be quite at ease in my company. Is it still necessary for me to introduce myself?" He yanked my waist hard enough that my body collided with his chest.

I'm frozen because I'm afraid of being taken away by my body's heat once more.

"I never imagined I'd have to reintroduce myself after declaring myself Lycan King." I felt his soft lips brush against mine as he whispered that word.

My body had no reaction to what he did. My inner wolf is reviving.

"With each minute I spend with you, you grow more intriguing," he said as I swallowed the kiss.

Why? Why am I submitting to him?

"I will tell you this only once. I am Logan McAdam. The King of the Lycans and Alphas, I have owned you since you entered my domain. And regardless of what you do, you will not be able to escape your fate." I felt as if I were intoxicated when he knelt in front of me. "I do not kneel for others; others do, but for you..."

He licked my abdomen all the way down to my most sensitive area. He spread my legs and stood poised to devour me once more.

When I closed my eyes, a flash of the dead Archer flashed into my mind.

That is all I have left to cling to.

I quickly shifted from being a wolf and attacked Logan without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he bolted and retreated before I could strike him.

When I peered at him, I realized he was gasping for air and had a small amount of blood coming from a scar on his face. Oh. I struck him.

The door abruptly opened as blood fell from his cheek into the water.

When I returned my gaze to the person who had arrived, I hurriedly diverted my gaze.

A woman without any clothes.

What sort of prank is this?

"You have finally arrived. I assumed we could enjoy these three, but it appears that I was mistaken."

Logan's statement drew my eyes away from him. What is he aiming to convey? What do the three of us take pleasure in?

The woman stayed silent and bowed. I was taken aback.

"Do not be surprised, lady." He had risen above the surface of the water and was no longer submerged. He reached the woman and placed his hand on her shoulder. "She is my concubine, but if you so desire, I will dispose of them all for you."

Pathetic. We are not objects.

"You are completely insane."