The Lycan King's Wrong Obsession novel Sorin Carter (by Circeleari) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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My knees crash to the cold ground as the jagged, unforgiving stone digs into bone. The guards drag me to a halt just before the dungeon’s final exit, thick iron doors looming ahead as the tes of hell The light seeping in from the cracks above feels wrong–it’s too bright, too clean–for whatever the fuck this is about to be.

“Put her down.” Ariel’s voice rings out, too calm Silence reigns in the place and the only sound you can hear are the boors stomping against cobble and the rattle of chains that aren’t even on me but feel like they are The dungeon air is thick, sour. and every breath tastes like rust and rot.

They hesitate. One of them glances at me like he’s seeing a ghost Good. Maybe I’ll be one by the end of this.

“You heard me.” She folds her hands over her swollen belly like some holy fucking martyr.

The guards exchange a glance before they lower me–not gently–to the floor. My body slumps forward on instinct, weak from hunger, exhaustion, and pure hatred clawing up my throat like acid. One of them tries to help me stay upright.

I smack his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

Ariel crouches to my level, annoyance oozing off her in waves. She grabs my chin with two fingers.

Big mistake. Big fucking mistake.

I spit.

Right on her face.

The glob of saliva slides down her cheek in slow motion, catching in the corner of her mouth. She stills and her nostrils flare. “You-!” the guards were about to fight back when she raises her hand as to signal not to.

Then her eyes shut slowly, though she’s pretending to be above all. Enlightened. Patient.

I smile. Yeah right, you bitch.

She stands and steps back, her expression morphing into something quiet..

“Slap her,” she says, flat and simple.

The silence that follows is loud.

“What?” one of the guards blurts, voice strangled hesitates. “The Alpha gave strict orders–no harm to the former Luna-”

“Not her,” Ariel cuts him off and points at herself, “Me.”

The room drops into a thick, suffocating silence. What in the world is she…

The guard blinks at her. “What?”

“You heard me,” she bites out, stepping toward him. “Slap me. Now.”

He stammers, horrified. “I–I can’t–Luna, please–how could I-”

“If I have to repeat myself again, I’ll carve your tongue out and shove it up your ass.”

The other guard shifts nervously.

She means it. She wants this.

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1 blink up at her, blood boiling beneath the bruises already forming “You’ve officially lost your fucking mind

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Ariel glances back at me, her expression unreadable. “You think the villain? That I’m the monsters” She gestures to the nearest guard. “Hit me

I laugh–short and bitter. “Do it hard enough, maybe you’ll wake the real saintess out of your corpse”

The guard swallows thickly.

Make my lips bleed,” she adds, soft. “Do it properly”

He hesitates… then finally raises his hand.

The slap echoes.

Her head jerks to the side.

I flinch.

Ariel doesn’t even scream. She stays like that for a second–head turned, hair falling over her cheek–then slowly lifts her chin again. A single trickle of blood spills from her lower lip.

She pulls a compact mirror out of her fucking pocket like this is all just part of her morning routine.

Dabs at the smear with one finger. Smears it. Eyes narrowed, stuying herself like some twisted artist.

Then she smiles.

“Good.”

I want to claw her eyes out.

She turns, picks up a chair from the side of the wall, and drags it across the floor with an unbearable screech before settling down in it like she’s the fucking queen of this freak show.

“Now her,” she says, pointing at me like I’m just some broken thing she gets to command. “But don’t touch her face. Make it hurt.”

My heart skips.

“What?” I breathe.

The guards freeze.

“No-” I struggle, trying to get up, but my limbs won’t work the way I want them to. “Don’t you fucking-!”

The first blow lands in my ribs. A cracking, breath–stealing hit that makes my lungs seize up. I gasp, eyes wide, but before 1 can even suck in air-

A boot slams into my stomach.

I fold.

Pain blooms, white–hot and screaming.

Another kick, this time to my side. My vision blacks at the edges hit the stone floor with a wet thud, coughing–no, choking–on spit and blood.

I taste iron. Feel it drip from my nose, pooling in my mouth.

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I can’t breathe.

I can’t move.

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The guards… they don’t even look at me now. Their faces are nk. Detached. Like they’ve convinced themselves I’m not real.

A punch lands in my back.

Then another to my ribs.

My body jerks, convulses.

I hear bones groan.

I scream–no, I try to–but nothing comes out except a hoarse, gurgled sound and a puddle of blood.

Ariel watches from her chair, chin resting on one hand, as if I’m fucking painting she’s critiquing.

I see red.

I see her.

And then I see nothing.

Pain drowns out everything else. It fills my ears. Fills my skull. Cawls into every inch of me until I forget what it felt like to not hurt.

Then-

“Enough,” Ariel says, voice lazy, like she’s bored of the spectacle.

Silence.

Everything hurts. Every breath is glass down my throat. My limbs are jelly. My wrists sting from how tight they’re being held.

The guards haul me up again. I dangle between them like a broken rag doll, feet barely scraping the ground. My head lolls forward. Blood drips from my mouth onto the floor with every reath I manage to take.

Ariel rises slowly, straightening her dress. She walks over like she didn’t just order me to be beaten within an inch of my life.

Her eyes scan me, lips curled in mock sympathy.

“Since you’re so desperate to seduce your way out of Wade’s favor,” she says sweetly, “and even had the audacity to ask for a better cell…”

I don’t remember doing that. Wade fucking suggested that.

“… I thought I’d take matters into my own hands. Since no one se wants to stop your pathetic little delusions.”

I meet her eyes, bloody and burning. I want to say something. I want to lunge at her throat. But my body betrays me again.

So I just stare.

“Let’s see how well the pack you’re so desperate to protect trames over you.”

She turns her back on me and walks toward the exit. The guards follow, dragging me behind her, and my body bounces with every step.

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The dungeon doors creak open.

And the light–too clean, too bright–spills over us.

We step into it.

And the world sees what they’ve done to me.

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The sum stings my eyes the moment we breach the exit. My bod sways between the two guards holding me upright, every step grinding the fresh bruises deeper into my bones. My stomah screams where that bastard’s boot landed earlier, a dull, churning ache that makes bile crawl up my throat.

The courtyard is packed. Omegas, warriors, even elders–faces know, faces I once fought for–are staring at me like I’m dirt beneath their boots. I’ve bled for these people, starved to keep them fed during the war, and now they’re watching me like I deserve to be executed twice over.

And then there’s Ariel, gliding ahead as some celestial being, glowing in holiness, eating up their attention as if she was born to deceive.

She climbs a small platform, releasing a soft sigh and tear–glossell eyes, her hand resting on her stomach though it’s a crown jewel.

“My dear pack,” she begins, voice trembling just right to tug at heartstrings. “With our Alpha and warriors away, it fell on me to face the darkness of our past… the hurt we’ve all suffered.” She glances at me, all sorrow and empathy. “And despite everything Sorin has done, despite how deeply she wounded this family…“–her hand flutters to her cheek dramatically –“I… I have chosen forgiveness.”

Murmurs ripple through the crowd, admiration thick in their tones. Forgiveness? She’s calling this forgiveness? My fists clench, but the guards tighten their grip, keeping me still. My mouth tastes like blood and copper as rage grinds my teeth.

Someone from the crowd shouts, “What happened to your lip, Luna Ariel?”

The fake saint freezes for just a second–just enough for me to catch it—but then she gasps softly, as though she’s only now noticed. Her fingertips brush the blood smeared on her mouth. She stares down at the red like it’s a personal tragedy before looking at me.

And my stomach drops. I know what’s coming.

She lets out a shaky breath, tears pooling in her eyes, voice cracking perfectly as she says, “When we opened the cell… Sorin lunged at me.” A sad, heartbroken smile tilts her lips as if she’s excusing my supposed sins. “She was… so angry. She slapped me before I could even speak.”

A wave of disgust rolls through the crowd. Murmurs turn venomous now, pointed straight at me.

“That’s a lie!” I shout, voice shredding my throat. “That never fucking happened!”

No one hears me–or they choose not to. They’re too busy falling at Ariel’s feet. She shakes her head softly, acting like a saint descending from heaven. “It’s okay,” she whispers into the microphone some omega’s handed her, her words dripping with fake humility. “She’s lost so much because of me. She thinks I’ve taken everything from her… maybe I have. So, I forgive her. I’ll make it up to you, Sorin, I swear.” She even has the audacity to look at me with watery eyes, though she’s the one in pain.

My whole body shakes–not just from exhaustion, but from the ure, burning hatred clawing up my ribs. She’s winning. She’s turning my pack, my family, against me with every perfectly placed sob.

She steps off the platform slowly, graceful as ever, and leans close enough for only me to hear. Her voice is sharp, slicing into my ear like a blade. “Did you watch?” she hisses, sweet smile still plastered on for the crowd. “Did you watch how they crumble? How they spit on your name with just a few of my wors?”

My blood boils. My teeth grind so hard it hurts. “You’re going to ucking pay for this,” I snarl, thrashing in the guards‘ hold,

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desperate to claw at her, tear that snug face apart.

She steps back like my words wounded her, a soft gasp leaving by tips for show, painting me as the unfunged one. Her hear hows sadly, voice carrying for everyone to hear. “Mayhe mase it’s too soon,” she says with a sigh. “She’s not ready for forgiveness yet. Take her back to a better cell give her time”

The crowd roars their agreement, voices spitting venom at me.

“Wade deserved better than you!”

“You don’t deserve to breathe our airt

A rotten tomato smacks against my cheek, sliding down my jawad staining my form shirt red. I don’t even flinch I’m too busy glaring daggers at Ariel, memorizing every smirk, every fal tear, every breath she takes.

The guards drag me forward, their hands like iron cuffs on my us. My boots scrape the dirt as people throw whatever they can at me–vegetables, rocks, words sharper than knives. My boy aches from every earlier hit, but the humiliation burns hotter than any wound

This… was the pack I so desperately tried to serve,

We’re just steps from the pack house when the giant double doos slam open. The sound echoes like a gunshot through the courtyard, silencing every voice in an instant. The air goes rigid hick with a sudden, sharp tension that makes the hair on my neck stand up.

Shit, he’s here.

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