Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter seven

Vivian "Silence, woman!" one of the warriors growled, pointing his spear at me. His eyes were full of hatred and contempt. "Get out of here and stop making a scene!" another warrior snapped, his face twisted with rage. "No," I said, my voice unwavering. "I'm not leaving until I see him. I came all this way for a reason, and I'm not going anywhere until I get what I came for." The warriors exchanged a look, and I saw something pass between them - something dark and dangerous. One of them stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury. "If you don't leave now, you'll face consequences. We're not playing around here." But I wasn't worried about the consequences. I'd been tortured and abused for so long, and I knew that meeting the Lycan King was my only chance for freedom. It was him or nothing. "I can't leave until I see him," I said, my voice full of conviction. "I'd rather die here than return to my captors and suffer a slow, painful death." The warriors exchanged another look, their expressions grim. One of them took a step towards me, his face twisted in anger. I shouted at the top of my lungs, "King Oregon! Please come out! King Oregon, I need to speak with you!" My voice echoed through the hall, bouncing off the stone walls. I heard a murmur of voices from behind the closed door, and I braced myself for what was to come. Then, one of the warriors turned to the others and growled, "Kill her. She's a nuisance. We don't need her making a scene." As I watched the warriors brandish their weapons, their eyes cold and ruthless, I knew I was in serious trouble. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my neck. I tried to calm my racing thoughts and focus on something other than the men who were about to attack me. "Do you know who I am?" I called out, my voice shaking with fear. The warriors looked at each other and burst into raucous laughter. "You're nobody," one of them sneered. "Just another lowly peasant." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Well, we're waiting," the warrior jeered. "Who do you think you are? I'd love to hear what you have to say for yourself." The other warriors snickered, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. I was at a loss for words, my mind racing as I tried to find the right thing to say. "Cat got your tongue, peasant?" The warrior spat, poking my shoulder with the tip of his blade. "You wouldn't want to know who I am, anyway," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I'd rather wait for the Lycan King to come and get me himself." The warriors erupted into a fresh round of laughter, their voices ringing in my ears. "You're obviously not familiar with the Lycan King," One said, his voice dripping with disdain. "No one in their right mind would dare to call upon him so casually. And yet here you are, with no fear in your eyes, seemingly unperturbed by the idea of your impending death. I'm afraid I have no choice but to end your life, as a warning to any others who might consider challenging the King's authority." He raised his sword, the blade glinting in the flickering torchlight. I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. I tried to speak, but my throat was tight with fear, the words trapped inside. My mind was racing, but my body was frozen in terror. I was at a loss for what to do. I knew there was no way I could fight off these warriors, and I couldn't escape. I braced myself for the worst, resigning myself to my fate. Whatever was going to happen, I would accept it. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable agony of the sword slicing through my skin, tearing into my flesh. My body would be drenched in blood, my life ending in a painful, horrible moment. But in my final seconds, my thoughts were not of my own impending doom. Instead, I thought of my parents, of the family I had lost so long ago. "I'll see you soon," I whispered. "I'm coming home." My throat unlocked and I let out a piercing shriek, my voice echoing off the stone walls. I knew it was useless to resist, but I couldn't stop myself. "Lycan King Oregon!" I screamed, my voice cracking under the strain. But the warriors paused, their weapons stilled mid-swing. In the silence, I heard a new voice - a

voice that sent a shiver of recognition down my spine. "Wait!" It said. I knew who it was the moment I heard the voice, and a smile began to spread across my face. The guards all turned to face the figure, bowing their heads in respect. As the man stepped into the room, I found myself awestruck by his beauty. He was tall and muscular, with piercing eyes and a chiseled jaw. He was the very image of what a woman would dream of in her wildest fantasies. "What's going on here?" the man asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Who's the woman making all that noise?" The warriors chuckled, their laughter echoing through the room. I felt their eyes on me, and I knew they were pointing me out to the newcomer. When he turned to face me, our eyes met. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I felt my cheeks flush. I gave him a small smile, my heart pounding in my chest. "Who are you?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. Before he could say anything else, I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. He was so strong, so solid, his body like a fortress against the world. I breathed in his scent, feeling myself relax in his embrace. He stiffened, his arms hanging awkwardly at his sides. "Wait, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice breaking slightly. "I said, who are you?" he snapped, his voice sharp and commanding. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. "Who is this woman?" he asked the guards, clearly growing impatient. One of the guards replied, "We're not sure, but we think she might be a runaway from the asylum." His eyes widened, and he took a step back, away from me. I could feel the judgment and fear in his gaze, and I shrank back, ashamed and embarrassed. "Listen," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Who are you? And why are you here, causing this commotion in the middle of the night? Are you asking for trouble? Because I'm ready to oblige." My eyes remained cast downward as I tried to gather the courage to speak. The silence stretched

out, thick and heavy, until I finally found my voice. "It's me," I started to say, but he cut me off. "Who? Who are you?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "It's me," I said again, trying to find the words to explain myself. "I'm..." "Who are you?" he asked again, growing impatient. "I'm..." I took a deep breath and forced myself to finish the sentence. "I'm your chosen breeder." "I haven't chosen a breeder," he said, his voice cold and hard. "And I'm not looking for one. Who are you, and why are you claiming to be my breeder?" I frowned, completely confused. "You're the Lycan King, right? The one called Oregon?" I asked, searching his face for some sign of recognition. He let out a scoff. "You think I'm the Lycan King? I'm not him." The color drained from my face as I heard him utter the statement. I looked around and saw the other men gasping and whispering among themselves. They looked shocked, and even a bit afraid. I'd obviously said something that triggered it- Claiming I was the Lycan King's breeder. "What? Then, who are you?" I asked, studying him from head to toe. He didn't reply. Instead, he kept staring at me like he could see beyond the clothes I wore. "Why are you staring at me that way? Answer me! Who are you!" I exclaimed out of shock. "I just sent him a message through the mind link," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm sure he's on his way here now." I blinked, trying to process what he'd just said. "Wait... are you his Beta?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He nodded, his expression inscrutable. "Welcome," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.