3: HIS PRIZE

LUCIEN

“I assume you didn’t learn the rules well. A slave is not supposed to touch her Master. Especially when she is in the Chamber of Pleasure.” My fingers dug into my new slave Daruka’s soft pale skin.

Her naked body trembled under my painful grip as I held her tightly. Pain was a form of pleasure for demonic wolves, but I knew when to make it truly painful for those who dared to dance on my nerves.

As she opened her lips to utter an apology, her messy raven-black tresses began to transform, radiating with a stark white glow. It was evident that she was ignorant of many things in this realm, including the fact that among the demonic wolves, the alteration of one’s hair color was an undeniable marker of emotion - a trait considered a weakness.

There existed no system of classification, such as a Pantone shade card, to decipher the correlation between color and emotion. Fear could manifest as red, or perhaps as violet… even as white. There existed no specific designation.

I was the exception, as my hair color was a natural silver, a shade no demon was ever born with. This unique feature brought me a sense of individuality, but also a load of bullying. It led to some loose screws in my always chaotic mind, but that was a different issue altogether.

“Kneel,” I commanded, my Lycan aura rolling off me in powerful waves. My use of Lycan powers gave me a sense of control over the pack of wolves here, which I had hired from different parts of the globe. Though, the term “hiring” might be a bit of a stretch as it involved more of forcing them into submission.

The best part was, I didn’t have to tolerate a mate. As a demonic wolf, I was not bound by the same rules as others. Dominic, who was the vessel for one of my older workers, Asphalt, however, was an exception. He had been cursed by Selene and forced to live with a mate.

Without any hesitation, Daruka sat on her knees on the gloss black marble which reflected the dark red walls of the room, furnished with velvet maroon curtains, and black recamier sofas with cushions and ropes against the ceiling to restrain the slaves.

“Please forgive me, Alpha. Would you like me to please you?” her gaze dropped to my black trouser, the scent of her arousal strong.

I leaned over her, gently raising her chin with the tip of my finger as I whispered, “Your dedication impresses me.” I pressed my thumb on the bruised corner of her lips, hearing her hiss. Her nipples hardened upon the act, silently asking for more.

My voice dropped dangerously low, “Lick the dirt off my boots. Every inch of it.”

Once again, her hair changed color, this time a stark purple, and her eyes settled on my shoes. “Not this one. I’ll have Hera assign you the shoes,” I clarified, my tone firm and commanding. “Now leave before I make your punishment worse.” The slave, cowed and trembling, quickly scurried away, her head bowed in submission.

I stood before the mirror to check my appearance. If it weren’t for the impending mating ball, I would have enjoyed the sight of my slave’s expert tongue shining my shoes to perfection. But today was important, as it marked the end of an eighteen-year wait.

Evangeline Dark, the daughter of Alpha Dominic Dark, had finally come of age.

The day she had risen from the dead, I knew there was something different about her. It was only later that I discovered something that would threaten my position as a Lycan King. I could have killed her, but where was the fun in that?

I had a better plan. I wanted her under me, as my slave.

As I let a ghost of a smirk grace my lips, memories flooded back to me of poor Dominic, who had been so unsuspecting when he agreed to my bargain. Little did he know, his dear daughter would soon bear the consequences of his naive decision.

I would enjoy breaking her and molding her into the way I want her to be.

Strutting out of my chamber, I met my worker Hera, also known as one of the highest-ranking demons of Hell. I had no Betas as they were frustrating. She clutched an iPad against her chest, her voice steady as she spoke. “I have arranged your escort, Alpha. Anything else you need?”

“Instruct the maids to clean the chamber,” I commanded, my thoughts drifting to the image of the Alpha’s daughter adorned with a slave collar on her neck, “and see to it that the necessary preparations are made to receive my new slave.” The tip of my shaft stretched under my trouser zipper at the thought of her trapped in my slave room.

Sex with slaves was a daily routine of mine, yet I was turned on just by the mere image of her? It must be because of the long wait.

Hera’s red tresses gradually morphed into a shade of pink, a clear indication of her concern for the girl. “With all due respect, Alpha,” she began, her tone cautious, “the girl is but eighteen years of age. Is it truly necessary to provoke Dominic and Asphalt? Such actions could lead to a war that we may not be prepared for, especially considering our current circumstances.”

My growl echoed through the dark gray walls of the hall as I replied, “It is they who should be fucking concerned. Dominic and Asphalt made a pact. If they fail to abide by it, I can eradicate their entire pack in a matter of minutes.” Hera’s lips pressed together in a thin line as she nodded in agreement. “What is the current state of the rogues?”

“Negative, Alpha,” She reported, her tone apologetic. “We have been scouring the lands for weeks, yet we have not been able to locate a single trace of them. It appears these rogues possess the ability to evade our demonic and wolf senses.”

My jaw clenched in frustration. When I was crowned as the Lycan King, I never imagined that the ghost of my past would return to haunt me. An old enemy of mine was manipulating these cunning and adaptive rogues and had set his sights on my prize, Evangeline.

I would not let him get to her. She was mine.

“Continue the search. Increase the number of warriors in the search team and remind them to exercise caution,” I commanded, my thoughts shifting to the matter at hand. “We have already lost fifty of our most elite demonic wolves due to our carelessness. I will investigate this further upon my return with my slave.”

“Alright.”

As I stepped out of the grand mansion, I made my way toward my Porsche Panamera. The driveway was a smooth expanse of black asphalt, and the sound of my shoes echoed in the cool night air as I stepped inside the car.

The journey to Wilfair would have been a long one, if not for our demonic powers. With a simple thought, I was capable of transporting myself to my destination, but I still enjoyed the luxurious ride in my car, it was a symbol of my status and power. The ease of teleportation was a luxury only available to demonic wolves like myself.

The road was deserted, save for the occasional trees that stood tall and proud on either side of the road. The leaves rustled in the breeze, creating a symphony of nature that only served to heighten my anticipation.

As I arrived, the once peaceful midnight blue sky turned to a dark and sorrowful gray, a fitting announcement of my presence. My eyes glowed red in the reflection of the car window as I astrally projected, searching for the person I had been eager to meet.

I found her, standing alone on the balcony in a sexy burgundy dress that accentuated her hourglass figure. Her soft, porcelain skin, which my fingers ached to touch, was damp with tears.

I knew she had seen that lame guy kiss a girl set up by me. She was one of my succubus, sent to keep an eye on Evangeline. I liked to swat away flies hovering on top of what belonged to me.

“So sad. The little girl got her heart broken,” I whispered in her ear. Her purple eyes searched for the owner of the voice around the balcony while I couldn’t help but check those huge bosoms peeking out of the neckline.

I licked my lips. She had received the best out of her parents. With her coming of age, my thirst to have her kept ridiculously increasing—to the height where no slave or demoness could replace her. It was my little secret.

First, break her. Then kill her. Simple.

The cars halted in front of the giant gate of the estate where the Mating Ball was held. My polished shoes fell on the hard cobblestone driveway lined by tall palm trees and I straightened my suit from the creases. The modern mansion at the end of the driveway stood tall and imposing in the dark of the night, its sleek lines and sharp angles casting long shadows on the perfectly manicured lawns that surrounded it.

From one of its opulent balconies, I felt Evangeline’s curious gaze on me, and on cue, I looked up. The sound of her heart racing wildly and the sweet scent of jasmine with a pinch of citrus to it consumed my senses.

I paid no mind to the big gate dogs of the Alpha who discussed my presence.

“Hey, you! You are not invited! How dare you step inside the gates without an invitation?” one of them said.

“Wait, he doesn’t appear to be someone of a lower class. He has men with him. What if the Alpha did invite him?” another said.

“I asked for his invitation card. They don’t have it. He could be one of the enemy packs,” the first one said, not aware of my high listening ability.

As the guards argued, my gaze didn’t leave Evangeline. She stood against the railing, her eyes locked on mine. Her expression was one of confusion and intrigue as she looked down at the commotion at the gates.

I gave her a sly wink and her eyes widened like saucers. Cute.

Disinterested, I turned back lazily at the guards, “Now, now gentlemen. You wouldn’t want a bloodbath, would you? Why don’t you tell my name to the Alpha? I’m sure he’ll recognize who I am,” I said, my eyes glowing red as my aura intensified. The hair on the back of their necks stood on end as they felt my power.

Dominic should have taught them better.

One of the guards had a glazed look in his eyes as he mind-linked with Dominic. He looked back at me and said with a dissatisfied look, “The Alpha ordered us to allow him inside.”

Only if you had asked earlier.

The big dogs stepped away, and I walked past them with my men. “Feel free to feast on their souls. I’m sure nobody will miss them.” I told my warriors who grinned at my proposal and the row of men standing at both sides dropped on the floor one by one, as their souls were sucked out of their bodies.

Demonic wolves were hybrid demons after all. They needed to feed on life to survive.

I hadn’t walked too far when I looked up once again. She was not there. I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed but I knew she was inside the mansion and I would find her.

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