The Message

Jerri's POV

I am Alpha Jerri, the most powerful Lycan King in all the land. I am feared by all, for my cruelty and merciless ways knows no bounds. But as I relaxed by the pool, sipping on a glass of wine, I allowed myself to indulge in a moment of peace.

The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the pool and the lush gardens that surrounded it. I closed my eyes and let out a contented sigh. It's moments like this that makes all the bloodshed and violence worth it.

But just as I was about to take another sip of my wine, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. I opened my eyes and sat up, instantly alert. It wasn't often that anyone dared to disturb me during my moments of relaxation.

Two of my scouts rush towards me, panting and out of breath. They knelt before me, heads bowed.

"What is it?" I demanded, my voice sharp.

"Forgive us, Alpha," one of them said. "But we have important news for you."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Speak."

The scout hesitates for a moment before continuing. "We have received words that a young girl, Gracie, is up for sale, and we don't know if you'll be interested as usual."

I felt a familiar stirring in my pants at the mention of the word 'sale'. I was always on the lookout for new additions to my harem, and a werewolf without her abilities was a rare and valuable commodity at that time to me.

"Tell me more," I said, my voice low and commanding.

The other scout cleared his throat before speaking. "Gracie is said to be a werewolf, but her abilities have been cloaked by an unknown person. Her father, unable to cope with her unusual condition, has decided to sell her off to the highest bidder."

I nodded thoughtfully, my mind already racing with possibilities. A werewolf without her abilities could be a useful addition to my slaves, but I was more interested in what she could do for me personally.

"Go to her father's house and bring her to me." I said, my voice firm. "I want to see what she's capable of before purchasing her."

The scouts bowed their heads before rushing off to carry out my orders. I leaned back in my chair and took another sip of my wine, already picturing Gracie's lithe body writhing beneath me.

As I waited for her arrival, I started to feel a sense of anticipation building within me. I had always enjoyed breaking in new additions to my harem, and the thought of taking control of a werewolf who has been stripped of her abilities is particularly exciting to my senses.

But as the scouts returned with Gracie in tow, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She is small and frail, her eyes widened with fear as she took in her surroundings. There was no fire or strength in her, no hint of the wildness that I was hoping for.

But still, she was a werewolf, and that made her valuable. I nodded to the scouts, indicating that they should leave us alone. Gracie looked up at me, her eyes widened with terror.

"What do you want from me, Lycan King?" she asked, her voice trembling.

I took a step closer to her, letting my eyes roam over her body. Despite her fear, I could see the hint of a blush on her cheeks, and I knew that she could feel the same stirring in my pants that I was feeling.

"I want you, Gracie," I said, my voice low and seductive. "I want to own you, body and soul. Everything."

She shook her head, trying to back away from me. "I won't let you. I'm sorry." she said. "I'll fight you every step of the way."

I chuckled, amused by her bravado. "You won't be able to and you know that. So don't even bother wasting your time, little thing." I leaned down closer to her, my breath hot against her ear. "You will belong to me. Your body, your mind, your very soul. And you will beg for more." 

I could feel her shiver beneath me, and it only made me want her more. I trailed my hand down her body, feeling the tiny curve of her waist and the softness of her skin. She tried to push me away, but I was too strong, too powerful for her.

"You can't do this," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't let you."

I laughed at her feeble attempts to resist me. "You have no choice, little wolf. You are mine now, 'cause I'm going to be your highest bidder according to your miserable father's wish!"

I reached down to kiss her, and she turned her head away. But I was not deterred. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. "You will submit to me," I growl. "Or you will suffer the consequences, here in my pack house!" I pushed her head to the side with just a finger of mine.

Her eyes widened in fear, and I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal. She knew that I was in control now, and that there was nothing she could do to stop me.

I lifted her up and carried her to one of the closest bedrooms in my mansion, tossing her down onto the soft mattress. She looked up at me with a mixture of fear and desire, and I knew that I had her right where I wanted her.

I climbed onto the bed, looming over her like a predator about to pounce. She tried to scramble away, but I grabbed her ankle and dragged her back towards me. "You're not going anywhere.." I snarled. "Not until I'm finished with you."

I reached down to stroke her body, savoring the way her skin felt under my fingertips. She arched her back, pressing herself against me, and I could feel the heat between her thighs. She was wet with desire, and I know that I had her completely under my control.

I slid my hand down between her legs, parting her folds and finding her clit. She gasped as I rubbed it gently, then harder, until she was writhing beneath me. I lean down to kiss her, tasting the sweet nectar of her desire.

As I explored her body, I could feel my own desire building to a fever pitch. I needed her, more than anything I had ever wanted before. And I was going to have her, no matter what the cost.

But even as I lost myself in the heat of the moment, a small part of me wondered if this was truly what I wanted. Is it worth the price to possess this beautiful creature? I could've just collected her from her father and do what I wish with her, for free.

I pushed those thoughts aside, knowing that I couldn't let them distract me. I am the Alpha, the King of the Lycans, and I was going to do whatever it took to maintain my power and dominance.

Gracie was mine now, and nothing would stand in my way.

I couldn't help but be impressed by her spunk. She was clearly not one to be intimidated easily, but she was still my subject, and treating her like I was treating the others, was going to make no difference. 

I leaned in closer to her, my lips brushing against her ear. "But I do admire your spirit," I whispered, and then winked.

She tensed at my proximity, but I could smell her arousal mixing with her fear. 

It was intoxicating.

I ran my hand down her arm, relishing in the softness of her skin. "Perhaps you'll make a good addition to my harem." I suggested, enjoying the way her eyes widened in shock.

"Never!" she spat out, and I could see the defiance in her gaze. It was a refreshing change from the usual fear and submission that I was used to.

I chuckled at her response. "We shall see to that." I said, before rising to my feet. "For now, you will be taken to the servants' quarters. You can earn your keep there, or you can choose to disobey me and suffer the consequences all your frustrated life!" I turned to my door, "Jasmin!" I called out to one of my guards, and he rushed in so quickly. "Take her to the usual spot!" I ordered, and Jasmin quickly walked up to Gracie, showing her the way out of my presence.

Gracie didn't say anything as she was being led away, but I could see the anger and determination in her eyes. It was clear that she was not one to go down without a fight, and I found myself looking forward to breaking those wings of hers. 

"Pass a message on to her father, and tell him to report here in my mansion, right away!" 

Jasmin nodded, and left my intimidating presence.

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