The Ruthless Lycan King Fell For His Slave Mate novel Chapter 29

After the end of that day’s training, Lyra went back to her bedroom and locked herself inside. The full moon did not rise until after ten o’clock, and until then, everything was pretty normal. But then it rose and her body descended into chaos.

It started as a slight tingle all over her body which quickly turned unbearable. She paced around her room to try and walk it off, but it was futile. Every minute felt like an agonising hour.

Between her legs, there was a constant flow from her vagina and an unbearable ache that deepened as the time passed. Her scent spread around the room, saturating the air with how thick it was. To try and contain it, she jumped into bed and wrapped herself tightly in her bedding.

Not even a minute later, she heard knocking on her door. She went dead silent and listened. The knock came again, louder this time.

“Who is it?” she called out.

“Open up,” a masculine voice ordered from outside, knocking some more.

Fear coursed through Lyra. She recognised the voice. It was Drake’s. He switched from knocking to slamming into the door with his body.

Lyra jumped out of bed and went to the window. Her room was on the first floor of the building, so the jump down was not very far. Opening her window silently, she stepped over the ledge, took a deep breath, then jumped down.

She gasped in pain as she landed on her ankle, spraining it. The sound of the door finally giving way in her room reached her, and she quickly wobbled out of sight. Her ankle was in pain, but she could not afford to let it delay her.

She stuck to the walls of the building, hiding in the shadows and avoiding the moonlit areas. Eventually, she managed to get out of sight of the building and head towards the main palace. But just when she thought she had left her assailants behind, someone grabbed her arm from behind and pulled her into the bushes.

She screamed once before he covered her mouth with his hand. “Shut up, bitch!”

Lyra thrashed and tried to escape his hold, but she was no match for him. Also, her injured ankle did not make it any easier for her.

“You are just what I was looking for,” the male said, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck and taking a deep inhale. His hand moved to her thigh and under her nightdress, touching her between her legs. “Wet and ripe for the picking.”

Lyra pressed her legs together, but instead of withdrawing his hand, it made him press harder into her. Behind her, she could feel him grinding his hard erection into her bottom. His hand over her mouth shifted, and she bit down on it instantly. He growled and drew it back with a curse. However, she did not get any opportunity to run away as he grabbed her hair and pulled tight.

“I’ll make you pay for that, you stupid slut,” he growled, tackling her to the ground. He kept his hand pressed to her head, smashing her face against the rough ground. His heavy body held hers down while he used his other hand to unzip his pants. “Shut up and take my cock like the good little slave you are.”

While he struggled to spread her legs apart with his knee, Lyra reached her hands out, searching. Despair clogged in her throat, threatening to overwhelm her. But she couldn’t let it. And she couldn’t give up the fight.

“Spread your stupid legs or I’m going to make it hurt,” he snapped, pulling her hair tighter. “You must have been looking for some good cock to help you out, so what are you waiting for? Think you are too good for me?”

Lyra’s hand closed around a piece of rock. She felt hope and strength surge through her. As if offering her the perfect opportunity, the male lowered his head and pressed his mouth to her ear–close enough for her to reach without difficulty.

“You are nothing but a warm wet hole for my cock, and I’m going to fuck you whether you like it or not,” he seethed into her ear. “Keep making it hard for me and I’ll make sure to wreck your stupid cunt so bad no male will ever get near you ever aga–”

Lyra swung her hand back and jammed the jagged rock traight into his eye. The male screamed, but did not move back fast enough, so she stabbed his other eye too. He let go of her and rolled to the ground, reaching for his eyes.

“MY EYES! Fucking bitch! I’ll kill you, stupid slut!”

While he cursed her, Lyra scrambled to her feet. He tried reaching for her blindly, but she avoided him and found her way out of the bushes. Her entire body was aching from being shoved into the ground.

Realising it was too dangerous to make it to the main palace, she decided to head towards the nearest guard post. There was no guarantee that she would find protection there, but it was a better shot than being out here, where she was up for grabs to any wandering males.

“There she is!” a masculine voice shouted from behind her.

Lyra turned back and noticed two, then three figures materialise from the shadows behind her. In the moonlight, she recognised Drake accompanied by other two males.

“She sure is fast,” Drake mocked. “Thought I was never going to get a taste of the pussy that’s got Zero whipped.”

She was tired. All her life, she had been running and hiding, tripping and falling. What was the use of such a life? Why did she have to put up with so much bullshit when everybody else was living well? She must really be cursed. So why keep taking all the suffering when there was no end in sight?

Drake stepped towards her, and Lyra pressed the knife into her skin.

“Tell them that the king is your mate!” Rae urged frantically. “They won’t dare touch you!”

As if they would believe her.

“Do it,” Drake taunted. “Your life is worthless anyway. But dead or not, I’ll get a taste of your cunt. You want to know how it’ll feel taking my thick cock while you fight for your last breath?”

Lyra shut her eyes tight. She was going to do it.

“DON’T!” Rae screamed.

Tears slid down her face. The blade nicked her throat. Just one slice, and it would be over.

She was one second from doing it when someone grabbed her hand and flicked the knife out of her grip. Her eyes flew open as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind. Even in her panic, she knew who it was without looking.

Drake and the other two suddenly looked pale under the moonlight.

“Mine,” Julian growled, glaring at the three males.

That was all it took to have them fleeing like a bunch of cowards. Lyra could hardly believe that this was real. Julian turned her around in his arms and looked down at her. “Are you alright?”

Lyra blinked, staring at his face like she was looking at an alien. The last bit of strength she had been holding on to ran out as her body surged with relief. She caught the look of worry on his face just before she slumped into him, all energy draining out of her.