Enslaved By The Lycan King
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His grin spread and he leaned closer to me, his scent overshadowing my senses. "I own you and this entire place, Scarlett. Whatever I decide to do to them is none of your business, is that clear?"
"I hate you, Asher. I hate you with every cell in my body!" I seethed through my teeth, but his grin only grew wider.
"We both know that you are lying..." His fingers moved to my chest, slowly making their way over my breasts, searching for my nipple. "Your whole body can't survive without me."
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Scarlett's holy union to Asher, the feared king of the Forgotten Lands, was meant to unite kingdoms but behind closed doors, her marriage becomes a prison. Asher wants an heir, a throne, and revenge against the family that once ruled over him. Scarlett is only the means to an end.
Caught between a husband who breaks her body yet craves her soul, and a trusted friend whose loyalty hides a thirst for power, Scarlett learns that love in the Crystal Peaks is never gentle. It is claimed, twisted, and betrayed.
As war brews, dark magic awakens, and an enemy long thought dead returns, Scarlett must decide who she truly belongs to... and how much of herself she's willing to lose to survive.
Because in a world ruled by monsters, the most dangerous thing a woman can be is loved.
Book 3 of The Lycan King Series.
Enslaved By The Lycan King Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Scarlett
Asher had the sort of smile that could set the world on flames.
Seeing him standing there on the podium with his carefree hair that reflected the beautiful heart I have come to know, brought tears of joy to my eyes to know that I was going to be his forever.
He was the best partner I could have asked for.
It didn't even matter that we didn't feel the mate's bond like Axel and Violet, I liked to believe that we had something special. We loved each other and it was all I could ask for.
"You are the most beautiful bride, Scarlett. I wish your father was here today," Aunt Emily whispered as she led me down the aisle.
Her shaky voice increased the emotions I was already feeling within. She was so happy that she forgot to curse in that one sentence, and I realized that for the first time, my father was mentioned but I didn't feel the usual loneliness I have come to know.
Today, I felt whole again. I had my family, maybe not complete, but we were going to stand together until we found my parents and Blade. But I was whole, not just for my family but for Asher too.
"Thank you, Aunt," he whispered as Aunt Emily passed me to him. He was grinning from ear to ear and the excitement rolling off him tickled me.
"You are welcome," she whispered, before returning to her seat.
My heart was so big in my chest, that I feared it would burst out of cheer and excitement as I slowly raised my eyes to meet Asher's blue ones. My breath caught in my throat as butterflies filled me up.
"You look so beautiful, Scarlett, I made the right choice," he whispered but I was certain everyone in the front row heard him.
A blush spread across my face as he took my hands and led us the rest of the way to the elder, waiting to join us together. Forever.
"Do you, King Asher take Princess Scarlett as your lawfully wedded partner in all challenges of life, in good times and in bad times, until the time comes for you to rest with your ancestors?"
Asher turned his eyes to me and as his fingers tightened around mine, my heart skipped a beat and for the first time since I met him, my wolf moved.
"There will always be good times." Laughter erupted among the audience at his joke, but he didn't take his eyes off me.
Tingles spread across my skin as he stared at me. His eyes were like waves pulling me deep into his soul. Begging me to listen and love him more than I already did. My swollen heart exploded, melting into him, joining with him as one, long before he said the word.
"I will take you and all that is yours. I will love you and all that is yours, Scarlett, until I go to rest. You will be mine. Forever."
Tears danced in my eyes as I knew that he meant every word he said. He loved me and he loved all that was mine. My family, my people, and everything that could affect me in any way, Asher was always there for me. He was perfect for me.
"Do you, Princess Scarlett take King Asher as your lawfully wedded partner-"
"I do," I whispered, cutting off the elder's speech. "I will be by his side through every challenge the world and the realm throw at us. Good or bad, I will love you, Asher."
Asher closed the distance between us and let our lips meet.
My wolf came alive, rolling with excitement as it whispered the word, I thought I would never hear. 'Mate'.
Tears of joy broke through my eyes as I deepened the kiss.
I could still remember when Axel had mentioned Asher's proposal to me. He thought I would refuse it, but I accepted it because it was good for my people. Going into war with a Lycan at the time was not going to do us good. I didn't think I would get to love him. I didn't think my wolf would even feel attracted to him. But here I was, kissing my lover and my mate.
Asher broke the kiss and stared deeply into my eyes. "You make me so high..." He sank his teeth into his bottom lip and my stomach tightened. "I can't wait to bed you, Scarlett..."
His dark wolf flashed within his eyes, and I forgot how to take in air. He smiled and took hold of my hand, leading me to the people, now standing to congratulate us.
"Congratulations!" They chorused as we went down the aisle.
Flowers were thrown at us, and I became overwhelmed with emotions. It was just like I had imagined as a little girl. A wedding day that was supposed to be my fantasy. My dreams and Asher gave it to me.
Outside the party, Axel had prepared had already started. We were led to the high table and Axel came to hug me.
"I am so proud of you Scarlett," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"Careful the way you hold my wife Axelo," Asher teased, and Violet smacked his hand playfully.
"You can always have your revenge by holding Violet instead," Uncle Greg added and everyone at the table laughed.
It was a beautiful moment and I prayed to the goddess that this was a memory we could recreate every day.
"We should start preparing to leave. We have a long journey ahead of us," Asher said above the music and Axel frowned.
"Why not spend a few days with us?"
Asher's hand slipped over mine and he smiled as our eyes met. "I will want to spend forever here. But I have been away for too long and I must consummate this union..."
Heated flooded my face at his words and Aunt Emily let out a whistle that caused even more excitement to flash across the table.
"Scarlett has a room here you know-"
"Axel!" I cried out, shutting his words out. But my protest only caused more laughter.
"You are making your sister shy, Axel," Violet said as she tried to stop a very excited Baby Blade from scratching off his cute little hat off his head.
"I really would love to stay but it is a tradition I must respect."
"So, you must fuck your wife on the same bed as your forefathers?" Aunt Emily blurted out and everyone erupted in laughter. My aunt was truly without a filter in her mouth.
The chatter and laughter continued until late in the evening when everyone decided to release us. Asher led me into his waiting escort and after saying my goodbyes and promising to visit, we zoomed off into the evening.
Asher took my hand, increasing the butterflies in my stomach as we headed to his land.
I was quiet as my mind tried to think of other things aside from what was going to happen the moment we got to his place. Excitement was eating through me, and I feared I would make a fool of myself.
What if I wasn't good enough? What if he regretted marrying me?
My hands grew cold, and I could only hope that Asher didn't pay any attention to me as he sat close to me, operating his phone with his free hand.
When the human revolution happened, I was given off as a maid and my wolf was drugged to the point, that I barely felt her. I knew no one. I had no one -except one friend. I thought I had lost everyone. So I stayed in the shadows as much as I could till Uncle Greg had found me that day.
The Lycan princess everyone thought I was, was long dead. I was barely a girl holding on to the ropes of my existence until Asher came. He gave me a new reason to be happy and today, I felt my wolf come alive.
He was truly the perfect one. A match even the goddess wanted to be made.
"What are you thinking about?" His voice gently crawled into my thoughts, and I blinked back to reality with a smile on my face.
I shook my head gently. "It's nothing, really," I lied, not wanting to bother him.
"It's obvious that you are thinking Scarlett and..." His hand slowly slipped out of mine, and he rested further in his seat. "If I were you, I would think hard about this union though. Who knows what I might turn into?"
Confusion flashed through my eyes as I tried to figure out if he was joking or being serious.
The glint in his eyes was no longer as carefree as it used to be. They looked serious and the blues were now a darker shade.
"What are you talking about, Asher?"
The vehicle chose that moment to come to a stop and an unsettling smile filled Asher's face. "You will find soon enough my wife."
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7.7
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
9.1
Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke.
Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture.
A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life.
On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub.
For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot.
But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry.
This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again.
Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely.
However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out.
At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on.
They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased.
Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it.
Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!"
It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie.
This time, she walked away and never looked back.
And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape.
7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
7.7
My husband, Bennett, and I were New York's golden couple. But our perfect marriage was a lie, childless because of a rare genetic condition he claimed would kill any woman who carried his baby. When his dying father demanded an heir, Bennett proposed a solution: a surrogate.
The woman he chose, Aria, was a younger, more vibrant version of me. Suddenly, Bennett was always busy, supporting her through "difficult IVF cycles." He missed my birthday. He forgot our anniversary.
I tried to believe him, until I overheard him at a party. He confessed to his friends that his love for me was a "deep connection," but with Aria, it was "fire" and "exhilarating."
He was planning a secret wedding with her in Lake Como, at the same villa he'd promised me for our anniversary.
He was giving her a wedding, a family, a life—all the things he denied me, using a lie about a deadly genetic condition as his excuse. The betrayal was so complete it felt like a physical shock.
When he came home that night, lying about a business trip, I smiled and played the part of the loving wife.
He didn't know I'd heard everything.
He didn't know that while he was planning his new life, I was already planning my escape.
And he certainly didn't know I had just made a call to a service that specialized in one thing: making people disappear.
9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
