Louisa's POV"Where am I?" I tried to look around, but I failed. My neck seemed to be restrained by something.My sight was blurry because of the light.I thought I was in a hospital, but I couldn't detect the smell of iodoform in the air.Instead, it smelt like a mixture of pine and lavender after rain.It smelt like Lucas.As I regained my visual ability, the only thing I could see was a giant chandelier hanging on the roof.Oh, shit.I am definitely not in a hospital, I thought, trying to cover my eyes with my hands."Hey, don't move." I heard a familiar voice.It was good to hear a familiar voice after you came back from a coma, especially when this voice sounded like a human being.Leo's face popped up in my view. He looked concerned and absolutely miserable, with dark circles around his eyes and everything."Ah, finally. You're awake.""Is this how you're going to look at me at my funeral when there's an open casket?" I tried to smile, but my lips were ripped.Damn, my throat wa
Louisa's POVI was shivering like a leaf in his arms.This is it. I told myself. After all these years, I'm going to lose my virginity to none other than Lucas Asshole Farrow.And I was 100% sure it would be painful.My breath became shallow and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He removed his watch and placed it on top of the desktop and then removed his nightgown. He looked heart-stoppingly beautiful, with a sadistic evil smile on his face. His raven black hair was a mess and he was fully erect. The size of it made me terrified.No way. There was no way for him to stuff into my body. It was physically impossible."I know this is the first time for you to do it. So I promise I'll be gentle, Louisa." He stared at me with his bold, dazzling blue eyes.There wasn't a dash of mercy in his eyes. He stared at me like a wild, angry beast."What are you looking at? Take off your clothes." He leered at me."Lucas, please don't do this to me. I can't... I want to save myself for my future husba
Louisa's POV"That's it? That was everything that you've dreamed of?" Lucas snuggled me from behind.He seemed to be determined to hold me like a cushion and I didn't see a single sign that he would want to let go of me."That's all that I can remember," I mumbled.Lucas was silent for a while. Then, he suddenly turned me around and gazed down at me.His eyes were filled with anger."Did my mother tell you to tell me this kind of bullshit to me?""What do you mean?" I frowned."Stop pretending to be innocent! Do you think I'm stupid?! My mother lent you her fucking necklace and she paid for that dress you were wearing and your grooming! She would never do things like that to a human being if she wasn't up to something! Stop lying to me, Louisa! Tell me the truth! When did you meet my mom and what did she tell you to do?!" Lucas roared at me like a beast."I'm not lying to you. I met your mother for the first time at your birthday party. I didn't know why she lent me her jewelry or pai
Louisa's POV"Who else? You.""You've lost me." I was puzzled. I felt like I was talking to a wolf.Lucas signed, picked me up from the bed, and placed me on his lap.I gave up struggling and sat on his lap like an annoyed little puss, ready to be stroked by my least favorite person on earth."I had always expected that my mate would be a werewolf. You know, just like me. But it turned out that you're just a human being.""So I'm not good enough for you, huh?" I turned my head away from him, avoiding eye contact with him.I knew as soon as I met his eyes, I would be enchanted and hypnotized, my head would lose control of my mind and before I knew it, he would be stuffing that fucking dumbbell into my ass.And I was 100% sure it would hurt like a pain in the ass."I'm going to be very frank with you. You aren't my ideal mate. You aren't even close. That's why I wanted to reject you.""Rejection? Was that why you were acting weird the other day, using my middle name to reject me?""Yes.
Louisa's POVWhen I woke up the next morning, Lucas wasn't there.I turned around and tried to get up, but that fucking Ben Wa thing was still in my ass, so I couldn't really sit.I put my hand behind, trying to take it out, but as my fingertip touched the silicon handle, the door opened.Lucas, dressed up in a white T-shirt and a pair of flannel pants dangling on his hips, held a tray of breakfast in his hands.Turning crimson, I immediately retracted my hand, but it was too late."You can't take it out without my permission." He smirked, kicking the door closed.Every single movement of his was effortless, while every single movement of mine was a trench battle against all the elements in this entire universe.I could see why he didn't want me.A wealthy prince falls in love with a poor wench in fairytales. In reality, a prince always marries a wealthier princess.Lucas put the tray on the table. His sculptured, pouty lips were curved into a sexy angle. He was dashingly refreshed an
Louisa's POV"What the fuck is a Lycan?"Lucas is better than the rest of his kind, even among werewolves? I mean, seriously, give me a break."Lycans are... royalty werewolves. We are larger, stronger, and faster than average werewolves. We can shift into animal form at any time we like, and we were born with different gifts. For example, my mother can read other individuals' minds and predict the future. My uncles can control elements of fire and water, or summon animals. It's an inherited thing. This identity and wealth are passed down from generation to generation."Well, that explains his pride, privilege, and superiority in almost everything. He was born into a royal family."I heard people talking about things like Alpha and Luna. Are they leaders among werewolves?" I asked.Lucas nodded slightly."Wolves are highly social animals. That's why we live in packs. An Alpha is a leader in a wolf pack. All my uncles have their own packs. But in my father's case, he's the leader of th
Louisa's POVHis words hurt me in a way that I had never been hurt before.I wanted to argue that nobody had helped me to devise my own dream. But I failed. I couldn't collect myself.I wanted to convince myself that he was just caught up in the moment and he didn't really mean what he said.But, again, I failed.I had to face the fact that he meant every word of it. As much as I wanted to be with him, I was nothing to him. There were multiple gaps lying in front of us, wealth, status, values, and, of course, species.The fucking girl in my dream told me craps like love would build bridges to help us overcome everything and shit like that. I couldn't remember very clearly. Well, she must be living in a fucking candy land for trying to sell me fucking bullshit like that.Love exists. Santa exists. Unicorns exist. Fucking flying monkeys with Ottoman hats exist. Whatever you say. I don't buy any of it.My life was written before I was born. I was born to marry an equally poor male human
Lucas' POVI had never been so furious before in my life.This shameless fucking bitch must have known that I wouldn't kill her, so she just kept challenging me.Damn. I shouldn't have told her that she's my mate. I should have killed her when she shoveled that fucking mop into my face for the first time!Throughout my life, I had witnessed my father and uncles torturing others in a thousand ways, some of which were pretty medieval and I was sure they were passed on from one generation to the next, but the only thing I could come up with at that time was fucking the brain out of this fucking crazy girl being chained in front of me.But at the same time, the human part of me kept telling me that I shouldn't do anything against her will because that would be wrong, very wrong. After all, I had fucked so many women in my life, but I had never fucked anyone without their consent.However, the wolf part of me insisted on consummating with my mate. Ever since I met Louisa, he had been givin
Lucas' POVI couldn't depict the ecstasy when a werewolf felt that he was being accepted and admired by his mate.All I could say was that it was so real that it almost became a palatable thing. It was a feeling unlike any other. A sense of pride and satisfaction filled my soul and radiated outwards, warming me from the inside out.My lips were still burning with her scent. It lingered there and refused to fade away.I had kissed her multiple times, but we had never really kissed each other until the flaming kiss we shared a moment ago. A kiss that had been born in the fire and had forged a bond between us that would last a lifetime.I may have achieved nothing in my life. I might have been taken as a loser to my brother or a disappointment to my parents, but the existence of my mate proved that I was capable of achieving anything I set my mind to.I took a deep breath, savoring the moment. The sun was shining, the house was burning, the crows were screeching in rising smoke, and the
Lucas' POVWhen I got upstairs, the whole corridor was blanketed by heavy, black smoke.The fire was a raging inferno, a monster with a voracious appetite for destruction.The building shook and groaned as the flames consumed it, chewing through the walls and ceilings like a beast gnawing on its prey. Smoke billowed out of the windows, a thick and choking cloud that obscured the sky.The servants rushed about in a panicked frenzy, shouting and pointing as they tried to escape the fiery hell.Fuck. Leo knows how to set up a fire.One of them recognized me in the chaos, pushing me downstairs."Please don't go any further, Young Master Lucas! Go down!" He screamed at the top of his lungs."Where's Louisa?!" I shouted."I didn't see her! Please go downstairs, Young Master! The firefighters will come to rescue her!""Did you see Leo?!"The man shook his head violently.Oh. Fuck it.I pushed him aside, removed my shirt, dampened it in the water, and ran directly into the fire.I made up my
Lucas' POVI felt that my lungs were punctured by one of my broken ribs, but I wasn't sure.My throat was filled with blood and bitter fluid, so I coughed it out."You aren't my son, because my son will never tell a lie so shamelessly right in front of his father." My father was fuming with anger.Before I could say anything else, my father struck me again. This time on my back.I immediately bent down and fell to the floor in pain."Look at you. Rolling on the floor like a fucking dog. Look at me, son. Why don't you look at me and answer my question again? Did you reject that human girl?!"My father grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. I guess my spinal cord was ruptured because I literally couldn't feel my legs."Father..." I spat the blood in my mouth and said in a blurry voice. "I didn't lie to you..." My father's eyes were blazing with tremendous disappointment and bone-chilling malice. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to stab the iron bar into my throat.The
Lucas' POVAs soon as I got into the living room, I saw Lycidas gloating at me like fucking Alvin the chipmunk. "You look very happy today, brother." I took a glance at the blonde girl standing next to him.I definitely fucked her before, but I couldn't recall the details."You look like shit, Lucas. What have you been doing these days?" Lycidas smirked."You know me. I'm busy fucking women and getting drunk." I couldn't take my eyes off the busty blonde's chest.I should at least remember her tits. They were gigantic."Hello, Lucas. Nice to meet you again." The blonde girl displayed a gummy smile at me."Hey...""You don't remember me, do you?" The smile on her face froze."I don't remember a lot of women, but I have to say that I would like to know your tits again. They're very impressive.""Oh, really?" The blonde flicked her tits casually in front of me. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her nipples hardening beneath her tight bondage wrap. She bit her lower lip and moaned
Lucas' POVFuck my life. Lycidas must have varnished the truth by making up crazy fucking stories to my father. There have been too many incidents these days, so technically speaking, Lycidas didn't really need to make up too many stories. First of all, the school bus I was on the other ran into a rogue wolf the other day. Some journalists in our world exaggerated it and claimed that I, the son of a Lycan, ran into a rogue in my limo and dragged him for several miles before finally scraping his remains off the tires. My father didn't like it since he was currently trying to negotiate a peace treaty with the rogues.Leo and I killed the Donaros at the cemetery in wolf form. Everything went well until some motherfucker junkies took a few snapshots and posted them on social media, and it went viral. People in town started urban stories like wolves chewing human faces and stuff like that. My father didn't like it, either.Plus, I sort of rejected my mate as my father requested, but in fa
Lucas' POVI had never been so furious before in my life.This shameless fucking bitch must have known that I wouldn't kill her, so she just kept challenging me.Damn. I shouldn't have told her that she's my mate. I should have killed her when she shoveled that fucking mop into my face for the first time!Throughout my life, I had witnessed my father and uncles torturing others in a thousand ways, some of which were pretty medieval and I was sure they were passed on from one generation to the next, but the only thing I could come up with at that time was fucking the brain out of this fucking crazy girl being chained in front of me.But at the same time, the human part of me kept telling me that I shouldn't do anything against her will because that would be wrong, very wrong. After all, I had fucked so many women in my life, but I had never fucked anyone without their consent.However, the wolf part of me insisted on consummating with my mate. Ever since I met Louisa, he had been givin
Louisa's POVHis words hurt me in a way that I had never been hurt before.I wanted to argue that nobody had helped me to devise my own dream. But I failed. I couldn't collect myself.I wanted to convince myself that he was just caught up in the moment and he didn't really mean what he said.But, again, I failed.I had to face the fact that he meant every word of it. As much as I wanted to be with him, I was nothing to him. There were multiple gaps lying in front of us, wealth, status, values, and, of course, species.The fucking girl in my dream told me craps like love would build bridges to help us overcome everything and shit like that. I couldn't remember very clearly. Well, she must be living in a fucking candy land for trying to sell me fucking bullshit like that.Love exists. Santa exists. Unicorns exist. Fucking flying monkeys with Ottoman hats exist. Whatever you say. I don't buy any of it.My life was written before I was born. I was born to marry an equally poor male human
Louisa's POV"What the fuck is a Lycan?"Lucas is better than the rest of his kind, even among werewolves? I mean, seriously, give me a break."Lycans are... royalty werewolves. We are larger, stronger, and faster than average werewolves. We can shift into animal form at any time we like, and we were born with different gifts. For example, my mother can read other individuals' minds and predict the future. My uncles can control elements of fire and water, or summon animals. It's an inherited thing. This identity and wealth are passed down from generation to generation."Well, that explains his pride, privilege, and superiority in almost everything. He was born into a royal family."I heard people talking about things like Alpha and Luna. Are they leaders among werewolves?" I asked.Lucas nodded slightly."Wolves are highly social animals. That's why we live in packs. An Alpha is a leader in a wolf pack. All my uncles have their own packs. But in my father's case, he's the leader of th
Louisa's POVWhen I woke up the next morning, Lucas wasn't there.I turned around and tried to get up, but that fucking Ben Wa thing was still in my ass, so I couldn't really sit.I put my hand behind, trying to take it out, but as my fingertip touched the silicon handle, the door opened.Lucas, dressed up in a white T-shirt and a pair of flannel pants dangling on his hips, held a tray of breakfast in his hands.Turning crimson, I immediately retracted my hand, but it was too late."You can't take it out without my permission." He smirked, kicking the door closed.Every single movement of his was effortless, while every single movement of mine was a trench battle against all the elements in this entire universe.I could see why he didn't want me.A wealthy prince falls in love with a poor wench in fairytales. In reality, a prince always marries a wealthier princess.Lucas put the tray on the table. His sculptured, pouty lips were curved into a sexy angle. He was dashingly refreshed an