Enslaved by the Lycan King

Warning: This story contains sensitive content related to slavery and sexual abuse, attempted sexual assault, physical violence and torture. Please proceed with caution.

I was fourteen when I saw what the real world was.

Waking up with the sound of screams and pleas, I remembered scrambling towards my door to see what was happening. But before I could even touch the knob, the door slammed open, revealing a man so tall and big that I immediately trembled in intimidation and fear.

“You’re coming with us, girl,” he said.

I could never forget the huge scar across his face. It started on his left brow towards the right side of his neck. I wondered what kind of creature could still live through what seemed like a deep wound in his body. Then I realized he wasn’t just any other man. He was some sort of creature that could withstand what a weak person like me couldn’t.

Seeing that I was staring at his scar, the man growled at me, which had me whimpering. His large hand grasped my arm. “Get inside that truck and do not make a sound.” Scared, I swallowed whatever screams I was about to get out of my throat. He pushed me, and with shaking legs, I walked out of our house. And that’s when I saw my Dad, on the patio. Bloody. Dead.

The trembling in my legs reverberated towards my stomach, towards my chest, traveling all around my body. I knew I was screaming, but I couldn’t hear myself. I knew I was crying, but I couldn’t feel my tears. I knew I was in pain, but I ironically couldn’t feel anything at that time. I was frozen in memory. My mind stayed at the exact moment where I saw the only family I’ve ever had and loved my entire life. My Dad. I was everything I am because of him. And now… he’s gone.

I didn’t know how I got inside the truck. All I remembered was that some other girls were already surrounding me. They were from our village, some I knew, some I didn’t. But almost nothing registered in me at the shock of what was happening. Maybe I spaced out so badly, or just went unconscious. All I knew was that I woke up in a place where my life changed forever.

As a kid, I’ve heard so many terrifying stories about these creatures that would take werewolves forcibly, kidnap them and use them in any way they want. Offer them to their kind like some sort of objects. How powerful they were that none could go against them. And of how powerful their Alpha was, that not even once had he lost to any fights and had taken over territories he wanted.

His wolf was said to be twice as big as any other werewolf. His eyes are as bright and golden as the purest gold. His fur is as dark as the darkest midnight. Many respected him, but most feared him. He was the Lycan King, the man who filled everyone’s nightmares.

Chapter 1: The Offering

Tears fell down my cheeks as I trembled in my spot.

“P-please… no! help!” One of the girls with me screamed as she struggled in front of the pole where she was tied alone. I could only watch her, my knees trembling as the cold metal of the pole behind me seeped on my skin. Like her, I was tied tightly, ready to be offered.

The entire place was lit by orange-yellow light from the torches surrounding us. In the middle was the huge statue of the very first Lycan King who ruled over Vamos.

Its stony eyes looked down on us, condescending to our weak existence.

I could still feel the blood trickling down the side of my face from the slap I got. I struggled with the guard who took me earlier, and he slapped me so hard that my head turned and slammed on the wall; the rough texture sliced the side of my head.

Despite feeling dizzy and my vision blurring, I couldn’t stop feeling the swirling in my stomach. The magnetic pull I had started feeling since they delivered us to this place never ceased, and it only intensified once they tied us here, in the kingdom’s town square.

For five years, I had become accustomed to pain due to all the beatings and abuse we’ve gotten in the House. After kidnapping us, they enslaved us in the black market, serving bastards and jackasses that didn’t care about anything or anyone but themselves.

But this level of pain and discomfort I was feeling, knowing whose hands we were going to be in for the next few days of our lives, was making me want to throw up. I wanted to run away. Attempting to get away, I pulled my hand from the pole behind me. Yet it did nothing but only tire me even more, my strength slowly seeping away from me.

“No… t-this can’t be,” I mumbled to myself as cold sweats broke out in my body. "They k-killed Dad, I can’t let them get me.”

A lycan man was the one who killed my father. And from that day on, the stories I'd only feared as a kid became a fear I knew would last no matter my age. My entire body was shaking, my hands tied so tightly I couldn’t feel them anymore. My tears fell nonstop on my cheeks, and my wounds burned from the sweat that trickled on them. But I can’t just surrender. I can’t let them win. But could I save myself from this?

Weakly, I turned my head to the night sky, looking at the moon that shone so bright in the middle of the stars. It looked like it was also watching us, a witness to the misery we were facing.

“P-Please help me. " Help us,” I bit my lip as it shook in desperation. My head hung low on my shoulder as my strength completely left me.

I feel like I blacked out for a while, because when I woke up, intensified screams were all I heard. I opened my eyes and saw tall men with bright, almost glowing eyes, looking at us as if we were food they were about to devour. Werewolves naturally have distinct features that humans don’t have. But Lycans were different. They had bigger physiques, more vibrant hair, and eyes that appeared brighter as if they held greater power than normal werewolves. I’ve seen beautiful wolves, but something was captivating about the Lycans. They’re ethereal. But right now, I couldn't seem to grasp the appreciation I developed for their physique. They were devils in my sight. Tall and structured male lycans had finally come and started picking their female offerings, their fangs almost peering out of their mouths.

I thought I was too weak even to react, but my body immediately trembled at the sight. There were only a handful of female lycans in the community, and to preserve their genetically more powerful kind, they had to produce pups from other werewolves. And this ceremony was their solution to that century-long problem. The Offering. This was made by the first Lycan king, Vamos, who thought it best for his kind never to go extinct and thus continued ruling. And true enough, they didn’t go extinct, and they still to this day rule, but the way they survived was through savagery. They took so many things so that they could thrive.

They were at the top of our hierarchy, and no one could stop them because of their natural power and strength, far superior to normal werewolves.

So when a man came to me and started holding my cheek, all I could do was flinch. “D-don’t touch me—“ I gasped when he flicked a finger on my cheek, the movement reverberating towards the wounds I have on my head. I closed my eyes when it made me dizzy.

“You’re lucky enough you’re one of the choices. Stop acting like we’re the abomination,” the man said with a snigger.

I moaned when he once again took my cheek in his fingers. His grip was hard as he watched the blood cascading on the side of my cheek. “You bloody, dirty b*tch.” My tears fell at the pain and fear that was overwhelming me. “But I think you’re going to be good enough.”

His bright brown eyes raked my body from my chest to my shaking knees. He suddenly stepped closer to me, his lips on the side of my cheek as he whispered, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. You’d realize how lucky you are to be part of the offering.”

A sob escaped my lips when he started laughing and caressing my waist and stomach. ‘Was this it? Was this going to be the end for me?’ I thought as I looked at the moon again, my heart aching at the events of my life.

Screams and pleas for help were all that I could hear. Sadness, pain, and, most especially, fear filled the air as the ceremony continued. And I saw in the corner of my eyes that there were some people just standing and looking at us, despite our cries for help.

It made me sob harder.

But all of a sudden, the crowd started silencing. It wasn’t an abrupt stillness, but the eerie quiet that started spreading left a chill in the air, and even the man who had started smelling my neck stopped and looked at what was happening.

With just a look, all that magnetic pull and swirling in my stomach came back. My breath caught in my throat as a foreign feeling assaulted me at the sight of the man who was in the middle of the chaos.

He stood there like he owned the place. So tall. So confident. And under a mass of dark raven hair, were eyes as bright and majestic as gold. For a moment, those mesmerizing eyes turned silver, a sheen of silver light passing through his golden orbs, and at the same time, I felt something whoosh inside, as if something had passed through my eyes.

And at that very moment, for the first time, my wolf spoke in her soft voice, “Mate.”

“King Titus, Your Majesty.”

My attention snapped back when the man who was holding me suddenly spoke. People nearby started backing away and bowing their heads at the man's presence. He also bowed his head low at the man whom my wolf just called mate. My eyes widened.

Is he the Lycan king?