1 Winston the Lycan

Right now, I'm confined inside a hollow concrete cube with no windows and only one entrance. Even the time of day and how much time has passed are unknown to me. It was totally disorienting by design. If a person is trapped here for an extended period of time, they may easily forget their own name. There was no stimulation, and it was complete isolation. 

No light, furniture, sound, or cloth of any type. All I could do was feel the chilly chains around my wrists and legs, and the cool walls.

If I wasn't a normal person, I'd probably go insane.

Fortunately, I am not.

A normal person will hate their abductor or the one who imprisoned them.

In my case, I love the person who is imprisoning me. Leaving me here in a dark place in isolation does not grow any resentment inside me.

I admire him. I love him even if he always looks at me with his deathly eyes.

Still, seeing love in those vicious, cold eyes is something I can point out as my disability.

Why do I still care for him, even if he abuses me?

Why do I still worry about him even if he despises me?

Why do I still hope, even if it's pointless?

I guess my love for him wasn't that shallow.

His violence and aggressive remarks won't hurt me either.

I suppose I can put up with it even if he causes my body to crumble.

It's already been a month since I last saw the light.

It's already been a month since my throat felt the touch of water or even anything filling my stomach.

My hands and legs were all chained up for months, but everything was fine.

They have locked me inside this four-cornered room with only me and the chains inside of it.

No windows, no furniture, no food.

There was only one metal door that I always stared at to pass time and to wait for the only person who came to see me every once in a while.

My abductor, my love, the one who imprisoned me, is the one I yearn for and the reason my bloodshot eyes keep staring at the metal door.

Winston Luca, the Alpha of the Luca clan.

He is the strongest Lycan and the savior of his kind. 

He is the protector of his race and the rival of my race.

The person to whom I have dedicated my entire existence to is not an evil person.

He is definitely admirable and lovable.

I simply had the misfortune of being born into the wrong race.

Don't judge me, thinking I am someone who can’t see a red flag at all.

I know what a healthy relationship is, but ours was ruined a long time ago. There is no way I can make our love sweet and honey again, but at least I can still enjoy bitter love.

Whatever the flavor, love is still love.

He can physically hurt me because I won't die, even if he stabs me in the heart.

He can abuse me because I let him do it.

He can treat me badly because I deserve it.

I can tell you more about that later, when my love visits me again.

But now my ultimate problem is boredom.

All I can do is sit and stand in one place while staring at the metal door or thinking of my love, Winston Luca.

Oh! Are you wondering how I survived a full month without sunlight, food, water, or anything else?

It's because I am a "Healer."

Healers are humanoid creatures who have supernatural abilities to heal. Depending on our abilities, our lifespan can range from a hundred to a thousand years. 

People confuse us with the elves, but we don't have pointy ears; we are just extremely attractive humanoids. 

But don't worry; I'm still a young healer. I am a healthy 28-year-old healer who belongs to the Arco clan. I am an alpha, but I refused to join my clan or help my family manage our clan. They disgust me.

I ultimately despised my clan!

I hate my race!

If only the Luca clan will take me, I'll be willing to work for them even if they pay me less! I am wealthy, so it doesn't matter!

Anyway, in the past ten years, I have been blending with humans, living within their society, and I have even saved a lot of human lives because I worked as a trauma surgeon.

See? I am far better than my race. My race doesn't have any kind of morality.

This is the reason I always crave to join the Lycans, because not only is my love Winston the most daring, but the other members of the clan are kind, and their mentalities are not that twisted compared to my clan.

Also, it's pretty mesmerizing to watch them shapeshift. In my opinion, they are the Sailor Moon version in real life, as if they are like the magical girls I see on television. The only difference is that they are fluffy beast transformations. They glowed and sparkled, and whenever I see him transform, time seems to slow down. 

I instantly fell in love with him the first time I saw him shapeshift ten years ago!

Everyone should appreciate the beauty of the beasts! The beauty of the Lycan! The glory of my love, Winston Luca!

His chiseled Wolverine abs have gone a long way toward firing up the wolf man's passion!

His fur—how I wish I could touch it, since I bet it is definitely soft and fluffy!

His paws and claws can beautifully destroy anything!

His piercing holy howl fills the world with such melodies!

Oh! My Winston is definitely what I desire!

"Luceethe Arco, Did you go crazy?"

I flinched and instantly wiped my drool. I was so deep in thought about him that I didn’t even notice that today my love had blessed me with his presence.

"I... I am not. Please set me free. It... it hurts," I croaked.

I weakly begged, but seriously, don't set me free! I prefer here because once in a while I can see you, my alpha! I don’t mind becoming your broken doll!

I am only acting weak, vulnerable, and scared because I don’t want him to find out that I awakened my powers as a Healer. He already hated me because I was born into a Healer clan. I can’t afford to see him despise me even more!

My dearest Winston snorted, which I think is also attractive, even if he is expressing his derision towards me.

"It hurts? You look healthy even if you haven't eaten for a month."

He touched my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

The end. I died.

Seriously! His gaze, the touch of his breath, and the roughness with which he pushed my chin up will undoubtedly kill me!

My heart! My heart! I need to tame my heart! I need to control my lips so I don't smile!

I can’t let him know I am totally fine!

I don't want to discover that I am far stronger and healthier than him!

I want to stay with him here forever!

"Please! I… I will die!"

I tried my best to make my voice sound croaky and weak, and I even dared touch his arms while faking to beg.

"Then tell me where your clan's hideout is? Where are your clan members?"

I frowned as he asked the same question again.

It's the same question he always asks whenever he visits me, but poor me. Even if I want to tell him, I actually do not know where my pack is. I left them ten years ago. I separated myself from them a long time ago.

I know his goal. He wants to kill all the Healers. I can help him, but please make an exception. Please don't kill me and let me bear your child instead.

I want a life with you!

"Ack!"

"Are you listening?"

My dear Winston is still handsome, even if he is upset and impatient.

He slapped me, but I only felt the pain for a second because my cells wouldn’t allow my body to have any injuries. Luckily, I am a surgeon. I studied every tissue, every part of my body so I could control it and let my skin still look hurt or wounded on the surface, but in reality, internally, I am perfectly healthy.

"I'm… sorry… I don't know. I left my clan ten years ago."

"Liar!"

I sighed internally when my love started to beat me up once again. When will he believe that I am not lying about this part?

I really don't know where they are.

The war in succession in our clan is a lot more deadly than the threat of outside enemies.

I don't want to join their chaotic game, so even my clan doesn't know I have already awakened.

"Ack! Please! Have mercy!" I cried even though I was not in any pain at all.

I hugged his legs that kicked me and looked at him with my pretty emerald eyes welling up with tears. With my excellent acting skills, I act as if I were the most pitiful and distressed woman in this underground prison.

"Ugh!" I groaned.

As expected! My Winston is difficult to sway!

He kicked me again, and I hit my back on the wall.

He looked down at me with his usual cold eyes, but this time, I felt like something was different.

It's not that he is finally giving me pity, but his aura is kind of different, as if he is thinking something unusual.

In my curiosity, I crawled closer to him again.

I sighed internally because my dear Winston hasn’t seen my beauty yet. My face is covered in mud because of how I was caught by his subordinates, and I couldn't tame my hair from draping through my face because how the hell can I even fix my hair here?

So maybe my dear Winston is not forgiving me yet because he hasn’t witnessed my beauty yet?

Healers are superior in beauty compared to elves, who were already considered the most beautiful in the world. It’s just that my race rarely flexes its beauty, and the world doesn't know about us yet.

I hope he knows about this too!

But-

I paused and was too stunned to even let out any reaction to Winston's sudden action.

Without warning, he ripped my blouse open.

IS HE GOING TO FULFILL ONE OF MY FANTASIES?

My mind became chaotic as I stared at the hand that effortlessly exposed my upper body. Slowly, I moved my gaze to his face, and that’s when I caught his alluring lips curving up and let out a heart-racing smirk.

How I wish to taste such alluring lips. His lips are mysteriously attractive. They please my eyes and fascinate my mind.

"You’re losing my patience. If you don't want to lose your powers, spill everything you know about your clan!"

"L-lose my powers?" I stuttered for real. I know Winston is unpredictable and proficient; there could be a chance that he found our weakness, so I finally expressed fear on top of my acting.

"Yes, you can't hide the fact that…"

My Winston is such a tease. He is saying his words slowly, which caused me to have a bead of sweat on my forehead.

"...that mating with other races will lose your power as a healer."

He said it confidently and caused me to fall back because I was dumbfounded, but in his eyes, I fell because my weakness was finally revealed.

"Y…you…you…" I stuttered in disbelief. 

That was only a rumor! At first, everyone thought we would lose our powers when we lost our virginity, but since we mate to reproduce, the rumor has evolved that Healers will lose their powers when they mate with other races. 

In fact, we simply find other races disgusting, which is why most Healers only mate with their own kind. It disgusted me as well, not until I discovered these beautiful shapeshifters. I am willing to offer my ovaries to the Lycan in front of me.

But!

It's not part of my plan to get laid in this filthy room! I don't want to mate with my love with my messy look!

I am willing to offer my virginity to him, but only when he finally learns to love me!

I haven't shown him the best in me!

This is not how I pictured our first night!

No way!

I crossed my legs and hugged my chest to protect my body from these untimely mating. If we have to do this, at least I should look good!  

"So it's true?" he said.

Again, he misunderstood that I was protecting my body in response to his attempt to erase my powers by mating. He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ears. "Tell me now, or else you’ll lose your powers."

"I really don't know!" I replied, as usual. It's the truth, and I really don't know. 

Because I disagree with this setup, I appeared even more disgruntled when answering honestly. 

Let me bathe first!

Winston grinned. His claws appeared, and he threateningly said, "Well then, mating with me is painful,"