Enslaved By The Lycan King
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.
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Scarlett
"Excuse me?" I understood the part where I didn't have to go to him except, he requested for me but why did I have to keep my door unlocked?
Her strange eyes seemed to glow just before she bowed and said, "I am afraid that is just one of the rules, my queen."
Her reply only gave even more questions. "There are other rules?"
"Yes, my Queen..."
My teeth tightened as rage build from deep within, threatening to push out of me but I swallowed it back as I suddenly remembered Luciano's warnings. I had to keep acting like I was still in the dark.
I forced a smile and joined my hands together in front of me. "That's fine. I'll do as he wishes..."
Stella bowed once more and remained where she was like there was more, but I wasn't in the mood to listen to more instructions or rules made by my supposed mate and husband.
"Stella, you may leave now. I will call for you if I need you," I said, turning to the balcony. I felt her hesitation, but the echoing sounds of her legs soon filled the room as she walked out.
Finally, alone, my hands moved through my hair as the weight of my pitiful situation washed over me. As much as I wanted to hate Asher for becoming this way, a part of me still wished that all of these was a nightmare, and I could have the perfect picture I once had.
But this nightmare was not going to end until I ended it. Staying in this room and acting like a slave following his rules blindly wasn't going to cut it. I had to beat him at his game and one of the strongest lessons I learnt from my mother, was that:
"One needed the hearts of men to win a war," I whispered as my brains paused.
A slow smile curled itself over my face as I finally got a plan. I needed to win the heart of his people. If they loved me, cancelling out my people was going to be hard. At least some of them would be able to stand for me at least.
I moved back into my room and began to pace. How could I win his people over? I had been away from my family for a very long time. I didn't know what a queen or a princess could do to win people over. As my thoughts moved around, my eyes also fell on my phone, and it suddenly clicked. Aunt Emily. She could help me.
With long strides, I got to my phone and moved to the bathroom. I locked the door and turned on the shower, before going to the toilet sit where the noise from the shower wasn't as much, then I dialled her number.
She picked almost instantly. "Scarlett, are you okay?"
"Yes, I am. I just-" She didn't let me finish speaking before she interrupted me.
"Your brother mentioned that you were having cold fucking feet. Now listen to me clearly, we do not fucking backdown. You are married now, and you gave your fucking word on the alter. So be a good girl and enjoy Asher's cock-"
"Aunt Emily!" I yelled, squeezing my eyes shut and hoping the disgusting picture she just painted would disappear.
"Sorry, love, I got carried away. Did you want to talk about something else?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed as my eyes opened. "Yes, please... I need help with my people... I mean, Liam's people. How can I make them like me?"
"Scarlett, love, don't tell me those fuckers are giving you a hard time. What is Asher fucking doing about it?" She cried out and I slapped a hand to my head.
"Aunt Emily, its nothing like that. I just..." I paused, reconstructing my words. "I just got here, and they barely know me. They are not cold, they just- well they are being too careful. I want them to be free around me. I want to be like mother was to our people..."
"Ah, now I see what you mean." She breathed, finally getting serious. "Ava was an amazing person. A human but the light in all our fucked-up lives..." Her voice cracked and I could imagine her fighting her tears. My mother was her best friend, and we all knew that deep down she was probably more broken than the rest of us. The revolution took away her brother and her best friend.
"How can I be like her?" I added, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible for both our sakes.
It took a moment for her to respond but after a few seconds, her voice came through the call. "Scarlett you are a wonderful person too. Just like your mother... I am sure you can figure it out," she paused, and I heard sniffles before she added. "But you can speak to Violet. She is pretty creative when it comes things like that."
"Oh, sure, I will call her. Thanks." I ended the call before she could say more, and I placed the phone on my chest as I took a moment to calm the ache in my heart.
My parents were gone. My younger brother was gone too. But we all believed that they would return, one day. So, when that day came, I had to make sure that there was something that they were returning to. The kingdom.
I took another deep breath and dialled, Violet's number.
"Hey, Violet," I started the second she answered.
"Scarlett, Emily just sent me a message about you wanting to impress the people, what is that about?"
I rolled my eyes at her question. Of course, Aunt Emily would be dramatic about passing on such simple information. Forcing a smile, I clutched the phone hard, "Oh, it's not like she put it but its close. What do I do to put a smile on people's faces?"
"Food," she simply said. "Everybody loves food. Prepare a meal for everyone. Maids, guards, members, anyone who is hungry. Make this a thing, once a week or twice, the people will love you."
The forced smile I had, suddenly turned natural as her idea made sense.
That night, I didn't sleep. I planned how I was going to make the cooking a success. I would make sure it became the sort of feast everyone looked forward to.
When morning eventually came, I was more than pumped to begin my plan. I took a quick shower and picked a light dress for the day. With my hair packed at the top of my head, I moved to the kitchen.
The maids and cooks all stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I approached them. I couldn't possibly blame them; I would have had the same reaction if someone barged into my work space like I just did. But I had already planned this out.
With a smile on my face, I came to stand before them and held my head high. "Good morning, I am Scarlett and today, I want to join you in the kitchen. I want to make a meal for everyone today."
If they looked shocked before, then I was wrong. For the minute the words left my mouth, blood drained out of their faces. A strong tension suddenly filled them as they stared at themselves not knowing how to respond, until one of them, I was guessing the cook or head staff, took a step forward and bowed before me.
"My queen, we are all..." he turned to his colleagues, and they urged him to go on, "We are pleased that you will want to help us but please, let us do it. If you want a certain type of food, then please, let us cook it. It is our job."
I also knew that they were going to be stubborn, but I was more than prepared. With the smile on my face not fading, I walked pass him and grabbed one of the old aprons laying on the counter, then turned to him. "I introduced myself as Scarlett. Not your queen. I want to do this. Now, you either help me or you don't. Its fine."
I moved to the counter and cleared the space I would be using. Cooking a pot of chicken wasn't so hard. I pulled out a pot in the drawer and placed it on the stove.
There were a lot of doors around me, but with the positioning and the scent coming from it, I knew that the one directly behind me was the storeroom, so I walked towards it.
"We should have chicken in the store, yes?" I asked while already heading there.
But before I could get any closer, a young boy with striking green eyes, stood there holding two packs of frozen chicken. "What else do you need, my queen?"
My wolf moved within me, and I knew it wasn't just for his bravery, there was something else about him that felt strangely familiar. Like I knew him.
My hand stretched to the wrapped chicken in his hand, but my eyes couldn't tear away from his eyes. "What's your name and who are you?"
He smiled, his eyes glinting almost like... Axel's.
"I am just a lost human boy. But you can call me Bee and I am at your service..."
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8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
9.4
Cruel Capone
9.4
Whitney Rivers, a plastic surgeon who dreams of owning her own practice, crosses paths with Casio Capone. Her life takes a turn in a way she never would have expected. What started as a chance encounter in the busy streets of New York City turns into a whirlwind connection she can't resist.
Until one day, when everything shattered.
An attempt to get to Casio, Whitney is kidnapped by his enemies as leverage. Entering the dark and violent underworld of the Mafia. Whitney comes face to face with coldblooded killers and the brutal reality of Casio's life.
Caught between danger and desire, will Casio and Whitney's connection become stronger, or will it crash and burn? Will it destroy them or make them unstoppable?
7.3
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom.
When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic.
But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead.
Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch.
"She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind.
From that moment, the nightmare only escalated.
Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip.
The final humiliation came at the Met Gala.
Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack.
He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom.
Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid.
She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry.
Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child?
Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow.
Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her.
"A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand.
Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury.
She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.
8.3
Bound by fate, Torn by desire, Forbidden by choice.
Rhyna, a healer omega, never asked for war, or to be taken prisoner. But when the feared Alpha, Conan, drags her into the heart of enemy territory, her world flips upside down.
He claims she is his Luna, destined by a bond she refuses to accept. She is determined to fight, to resist, to survive... but Conan's dominance, power, and the pull of their inexplicable bond test everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
In a world where packs clash and hearts are weapons, can a healer survive the Alpha's desires, and resist the pull of a mate she never wanted?
8.0
For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world.
But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle.
The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch.
When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son.
"Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing.
And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down.
I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile.
The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe.
It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.