Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 23:

Ryder smirked, his eyes shining with triumph as he released Jason, who fell to the ground weakly. It was as though he had lost his strength. I was furious, my heart pumping with rage and a desire for retaliation. Inside, I could feel my chest tighten as if it was going to explode, my eyelids twitching uncontrollably until I felt like shutting them.

Biting my lip, I turned away from him, ready to run up the stairs, to escape to my room and cry out my frustration. It was the only thing I knew I could do. But Ryder’s voice halted me.

“You’re going nowhere, baby vixen,” he purred. “You’re coming with me.” My body tensed at his statement. I wasn’t a bloody vixen, not his, not anyone’s.

Spinning around, my eyes glaring with fury, I took daring steps toward him.

“What other word can describe you?” I spat, my voice seething with rage. I felt like I was going to shatter into a million pieces, like my heart was going to break.

Ryder chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. I think it was that same chuckle that had drawn me to him.

“Don’t be silly, vixen. I don’t have time for your theatrics,” he snapped snidely, surprising me once more with how his demeanor had changed.

I felt a surge of anger at his words. How dare he? He was the one dragging me away from my home, and yet he had the nerve to rush me. He was forcing me into this twisted game. I was just a pawn to him, a means to an end.

“I’ll never go with you willingly,” I hissed through gritted teeth, my fists clenched at my sides as I pushed out my chest. I felt like I was fighting for my dignity, fighting for my very life.

Ryder shrugged lazily. “I didn’t think you would,” he said. “But you don’t have a choice. You’re mine now, Jasmine. And I always get what’s mine.”

My stomach churned, a burning sensation spreading through it as it tightened. He was using that pronoun again, “mine.” I didn’t belong to anyone, let alone a Lycan king.

His words sent a chilling sensation down my spine. I knew I had to escape, to find a way out of this nightmare. But for now, I was trapped. Trapped in this hellhole, trapped with this monster.

A wave of despair washed over me, my pessimism breeding new thoughts. How was I going to get out of this? How was I going to escape Ryder’s iron grip? I didn’t know, but I knew I had to try. I had to fight, if not for myself, then for my family.noveldrama

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If a pin dropped in the room at that moment, I could swear we would have heard it. That was how quiet the room was. I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on Ryder as he grasped my hand, the contract still clutched in his other hand. No one said a word, everyone nursing their own physical and mental wounds—Dad, Mom, not even Jason, who was still writhing in pain on the floor, Ryder’s fingerprints still very obvious on his neck, purple with flecks of deep red. Stephanie, that bitch, just stood there, her eyes gleaming with malice. She, too, kept her sharp tongue where it belonged.

I could swear I had zero intentions of following Ryder, but then he gave me that smirk, that cold and devilish look.

“Let me go!” I cried out, using my remaining strength to push him off, but he was too strong. It felt like I was pushing against a brick wall. His body was firm, not moving an inch.

One moment, he was staring at me, his eyes sparkling with quiet amusement; the next, his hands made a swooping gesture, and I was hurled over his large shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes.

Biting my lip, a deep wave of rage and humiliation washed over me as I hung there, my stomach churning with each step he took. My eyes shone with tears threatening to spill, but I urged myself to behave. Everything was now in my hands— not even the Pack warriors could stop Ryder. That particular knowledge left me wondering what kind of influence he had to get away with such an atrocity.

“Put me down!” I screamed, drumming my fists against his sturdy back. With no response from him, I buckled my knees and kicked him in the waist. That had to hurt.

A loud smacking noise erupted from behind me, causing me to jerk on his back as a stinging sensation tingled on my butt. His hand was firm, yet… I shuddered. I winced. I couldn’t even rub the sore spot because of how he carried me. Wait! Did he just smack my butt?

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