Lycan King’s Nemesis

His hand came down hard on my ass, eliciting a guttural noise from down my throat as I fought to restrain the pain that sizzled through my lower region and at the same time refrain from sighing in pleasure from enjoying every bit of what he was doing to me.

Smack!

“Arh!” I buckled forward, at the same time noticing how hard and huge his cock that was pressed behind me had grown. It was disturbing feeling him like that. “Ash_” Smack!

“I told you it’s ‘your majesty’ to you,” he spat as his hand came down hard once again, and again until I felt my backside burn and by now I know it must be crimson. “Will you flout my rules next time?” He demanded hoarsely but I was too carried away to understand as my body ached severely and the point between my legs swarmed with so much need.

Suddenly he stopped and moved away, releasing me and I sagged against the table in shameful defeat; bodily and mentally. I bit my lower lip hard to force back the tears that tried to escape my eyes but I couldn’t no matter how much I tried. My body shook there on the table. Mostly from embarrassment.

He grasped my right forearm and gave me a single yank back to my feet but the pain from my ass stung harshly that I staggered and would have kissed the ground if not for his hunky body that acted as a shield to hold me up.

“Arh!” I cried as he lunged my back on the tabletop and his long fingers clasped my chin and tilted up until my watery eyes met his smirking sunshine orbs.

“You see that I have the final say, little wolf?” He sniffed the air and smirked devilishly. “Oh, little wolf,” he sang. “I see you are such a rotten, rotten lass. I could literally smell the wetness of your honeypot and yet you pretend to be in distress!”

“Stop.” I struggled to release my hand but he was too assertive for me. “Please.” Instinctively my legs joined together to hide my shame despite knowing it was useless. This man could read me like an open book.

He grinned wolfishly. My favourite part about him. Even if it was to mock me, yet, it did things to my inside. Flip-flop, my heart pounded. “What are you doing here, little wolf?” His tone was slurred but I knew it was all a facade.

I struggled and steadied my senses. “We have to go home.”

“That place can never feel like home with you around.”

“I am you_”

He let me go with so much force I had to grab the edge of the desk to steady myself from falling, whilst I missed his warmth. Gosh! Gwendolyn. You are such an idiot. Even with his cruel treatment you still long for him. I feel more ashamed of myself. “Don’t you dare finish those words, or I might be tempted to kill you!”

“How does that make you feel?” I croaked out and sniffed, reaching out to hastily wipe tears from my face. “How does it make you feel living in denial and running from what is inevitable?” I was talking rapidly now. “It doesn’t matter how you treat me or how much you try to live in denial, Ashton, I will still be here. It won’t change anything.”

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“And I know you will be delighted, your majesty. At least, then you can have the liberty of bedding your mistress without my unwanted presence!” I hissed, my shoulder thrusting forward in fury. “The sooner you get off your spoilt brat nature and accept what is happening, the better for you. How long?” I don’t know what gave me the effrontery to even challenge him, maybe because he was standing away from me, by the window. That would surely be it. “How long are you going to live like this?”

“Until you die, Gwendolyn.” He asserted, narrowing his eyes at me with his hands now on his leans enticing waist. “I will keep living my best life while you will do nothing but remain the good old mate, dying slowly from everything I am going to put you through.”

“Then you will leave me no choice but to seek the warmth of another lover!” I said rashly, not thinking. It was as if I slapped him. His facade muffled into something very dark and dangerous, his fangs baring out at the same time his eyes colours changed to black as though he would attack me anytime.

I regretted at once. Why am I letting him get to me?

My hands found the desk behind me and dug into it in fear. If he attacked me, there is no way I will survive it. That I know.

“How dare you?”

My eyes found the floor in submission, meaning only one thing. He used his Lycan pheromones on me. With the werewolves, an Alpha’s aura weakened even the toughest of wolves beneath him. With the Lycans I know the effect would be doubled.

“Stop, Ashton!” I cried as pain ricocheted through my body cells and I fell to my knees, my hands finding my chest to claw at it. “Please…” I started coughing, falling further to the ground and coiling up like a snail into its shell.

“You will never in your life dare to say that again if you care to see another day, you hear me?” He blasted in a cold, animated voice, containing nothing short of raw fury.

I was nodding because I couldn’t speak. I didn’t need to be told twice because this pain was too much for me to bear.

At once just the way it started, the pain stopped. I remained there not moving. That was when it eventually dawned on me. Ashton truly despised me. Except I am exaggerating, in our world, it is rare for an Alpha or Lycan to use their chief auras on their subjects as a result of its numbing effect, not to mention their mates. Yet, Ashton used it on me without thinking twice. Not even a warning.

I was still in shock when unexpectedly, I felt large hands engulf me there on the floor as I was still shaking in panic. I was lifted gently and soon I was ensconced in a bear hug, against a wide expanse of the chest which from the rapid mechanical response of my body to it, I knew it was my mate.

“I’m sorry, little wolf,” he was whispering a soothing sound as I drooled numbly, unable to speak as this seem like a dream. I couldn’t even say a word as I was still in shock from what happened minutes ago. “… I shouldn’t have done that,” he was saying. “… I was just… nothing can excuse what I just did now. I am not that kind of person, hell, I haven’t used my Lycan pheromone on anyone before. Not even an enemy. It’s just that you bring out the worst in me.” He stroked my right arm, his words like a lullaby.

Slowly, I moved up from his chest to look at him through the blurry haze of my tear-stricken eyes, taking cognizance of how my eye fluid had wet his shirt, sticking it to his body and exposing that part of his skin. I looked away from it and swallowed audibly.

The moment I opened my mouth to ask him why he hates me so much, the door cracked open and the other woman walked in.

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