His human slave: Owned by the Lycan king

Completely lost now, pleasure erupting in my head like fireworks, leaving my underwear so drenched.

I could feel the tension crackling in the air, the undeniable chemistry that has been there since we've met.

With a deep breath, he leaned closer, his warm breath caressing my ear as he murmured, "I can smell the enchanting scent of your femininity."

With that seductive voice and the turmoil in my body, I couldn't hold it back anymore.

I tried to squeeze my legs together, but he stopped me and then began to rub his thigh against my core.

"Oh God," I moaned, teetering on the edge of release and longing to let go.

But suddenly, he pulled back his leg. No! My body screamed. He released my hands, and as I looked up, I saw a mischievous glint in his eyes.

At that moment, I was struck by the sudden awareness of my wanton behavior.

We both glanced at his pants and noticed the damp spot on his thigh; I couldn't help but gasp in mortification.

With a scoff, he remarked, "How utterly shameless, you are quite a little wh*re," delivering the words with a sardonic tone.

"I am nothing of the sort," I replied hesitantly because of what just happened. Trying to steady my breath now and adjusting my clothes.

"Well, this is a clear indication," he pointed to the damp spot. "And don't forget that I have the ability to make your body tremble," he said triumphantly.

I find myself pondering how he can be so indifferent to what just happened; it's as if it doesn't faze him at all.

"Get ready for dinner," he said suddenly, his voice low and commanding. "We're gonna have guests and i want to introduce you to them."

I blinked, the moment shattered like glass. "Dinner? Guests?" I echoed, confusion swirling in my mind. "You can't just-"

But he was already striding out of the room, leaving me breathless and frustrated.

"You're walking away? What dinner are you talking about?" I asked for clarification.

He turned folding his arms and replied, "You might call it a family dinner, this evening. So make sure to dress appropriately. I'll introduce you as my fiancée."

"Is that all?" I inquired.

"What more is there?" he asked with exasperation.

"Aren't you going to fill me in on your background, or do I have to hear it from someone else? Like I found out your name was Ashton from your ex," I said with disdain.

He turned his red glowing eyes sharply at me; immediately, I cowered.

"Your attitude needs to be worked on; I'm the king here, and respect is non-negotiable! Do I make myself clear?" he stated, in a low growl.

I only nodded.

"You don't have to answer anything; I will give them the story."

"What if they don't believe us?" I asked.

"Then, that's their problem," he said with a shrug.

But did he really know me before all this happened? I couldn't help but wonder.

"Did you consider my background before making this decision?" I voiced.

"Humans are irrelevant subjects; I don't waste my time on them." He talks as if I'm not human, what a jerk!

"So what happens to me at the end of all this?" I dared to pose the question.

"If the plan is successful, I might grant you your freedom," he answered.

"And if I fail?"

"You won't!"

"How can you be so sure?"

"That's because you will make it work, even if it kills you," he said with a fierce growl, which made me flinch and pull back. With a quick turn, he marched away.

As he left, I quickly composed myself, going to the wardrobe and throwing on a dress that hugged my curves just right, hoping to regain some semblance of control.

I can't afford for Linda to see me in such disarray; this might all be pretend, but I'm not letting any b*tch ride me.

When it was time, i went to the mirror. Making sure I looked good, I made my way downstairs.

When I arrived at the dining room, the atmosphere was charged. Ashton sat at the head of the table, his presence dominating the space.

He wore a meticulously tailored suit that accentuated his masculinity; his hair was impeccably styled, and, in truth, every aspect of his appearance tonight left me utterly captivated.

As he raised his gaze and our eyes met, my heart somersaulted in my chest.

What is happening to me? I asked myself. Stay strong, Reena; you just have to get through tonight.

As I walked in, all eyes turned to me, and I felt a rush of heat creep up my neck. They are all werewolves; I pray they don't figure out I'm human.

Linda was positioned to the king's left after Cauldron, and he gestured for me to take a seat on his right.

I noticed the unpleasant alteration in Linda's expression.

"Everyone," he announced without wasting a moment, his voice booming, "This is Reena, my chosen mate."

The room fell silent, and I felt the weight of their gazes.

My heart sank as I caught sight of Linda, her expression a mix of disbelief and anger.

She shot me a glare that could have burned a hole through steel.

"What... what are you saying, Ashton?" Linda asked, her voice dripping with venom. "She? You can't be serious!"

But the Lycan king didn't flinch. "I am very serious," he replied to her, his tone leaving no room for argument. "She is mine."

Linda's expression contorted with rage as she rose, her chair scraping against the floor.

"This is ridiculous!" she exclaimed, "She hasn't even been tested to see if she's strong enough to be a lunar or to be able to bear children."

I gasped in surprise, they test for that as well?

"No one is testing her; I have chosen her, and so shall it be," he said with finality.

Furious at his persistence, Linda picked up her things and stormed out of the room, leaving a trail of tension in her wake.

I sat there, caught between disbelief and a strange sense of triumph.

The king turned to me, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. 'There, done right, now we proceed.' Okay, he was definitely using a mind link.

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words caught in my throat. Maybe I didn't want to admit it, but there was a part of me that felt a thrill at being claimed so publicly.

The lycan had a way of turning everything upside down, and despite my best efforts to resist, I found myself drawn deeper into his world.

As the dinner continued, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

The Lycan had made his claim, and now I was tangled in a web of desire, jealousy, and something that felt like a threat. I braced myself; to gain my freedom, I had to be brave.

"I heard that the king has chosen a bride," a voice spoke from the doorway, and I immediately turned.