All Chapters of Fated to the Lycan: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ashlyn's POV I walked into the palace and there was the warlord king sitting on chair carved in gold but wasn't a throne. His expression was stern as he conversed with another person who was before him. He looked in his early fifties and yet possessed a sturdiness. I swallowed in nervousness. With this kinda look, how will I convince him? How will such a man believe in my lies? I had the sudden urge to turn around and flee as fast as my legs could carry me. The instant he set his eyes on me, his hard and stern look changed into an expression of lust, desire and greed. All the expression I've seen the men of Royal Mile have on their faces whenever they set their eyes on me. I had no idea I had such power on men except for Lucifer of course. To him I was just a disgusting little vampire he uses for fun. He plays with me like a cat plays with a mouse. The warlord king immediately dismissed the man before him. I smiled pleasantly. My guess earlier was wrong. This could turn out to be

Ashlyn's POV The night had become darker and the smokes that had risen from the fallen walls of Dunbar smothered away. We headed back to Glasgow. I had heard Lucifer talking to Kill about rebuilding the city in coming months and then making it a residence for the less privileged. I wondered why he did not just kill the warlord king alone and let the people live if he still wanted the city standing. Was he afraid that they'll form a coup and try to eliminate him? With Lucifer, no one could understand how he thinks. He was seated beside me in the carriage later on as the coach rode away and the smell of death still hanging in the air. Looking outside the carriage, I saw the scavengers of both the night and day circling the air. This was their moment. I stared down at my hand and saw the fairly burnt flesh and I sighed again hoping it will heal soon. When we crossed the borders of Royal Mile, Lucifer commanded we stopped and rest. My heart gladdened at the sound of that and when t

Lucifer's POV Kill had sent missives around the Glasgow to the rest of the clans living in the city. I had already told him earlier on, the moment we arrived from Dunbar.In the whole of Scotland, Glasgow bequeaths the strongest Lycanthropes in the country which was my pack the Nightwing and we were superior to the rest of the Lycan packs in the city and around the country. We were also superior to werewolves too. It was our duty to protect our lesser kinds. Every pack had their alpha but I was the supreme leader over all alphas, alphas of the Lycanthropes, alphas of the werewolves, over all packs. I was the supreme Laird of them all. A special invitation had also being sent to the alpha of the Moonstone pack from Perth city. One I considered a good friend who had informed me of the coup planned to overthrow the Nightwing pack from power. A lot had happened over the years and tonight was not the night to reminisce about them. Sofia clung onto me throughout even when the guests beg

Ashlyn's POV "And you," Lucifer grabbed my arm in a painful grip as he stared at me with venomous eyes. "What punishment do you think it's best for you for thinking you had the guts to leave?" He demanded. I trembled before him not just out of fear, but for the fact that I would have lost the only person good to me in this whole world just seconds ago. "Do to me whatever you deem fit. There's nothing out there to yearn for." I said to him. There was no escaping this. I should not have had hopes when I saw Darius. I was stuck in this life of mine. Stuck in Glasgow and worst of all stuck as a whore to Lucifer for the rest of my life. If I was suicidal, I would have killed myself a long time ago. In a blink of an eye, he carried me on his shoulders like a bag of oats and headed back to the pack house. I saw the disgusting body parts of vampires scattered everywhere and I immediately gagged. Lucifer said not a word till he took me to his chambers and dumped me unceremoniously on the be

Darius POV I stayed the long night not going home and recalling seeing the way my sister was dressed. Like a whore. What has that bastard making her do? What pain was my little sister going through? I returned home the next morning with broken lips and a battered face. The instant mother saw me, she screamed. Only I had made it alive amongst the vampires I had gathered. I did not gather any members of my Clutch. They were afraid of the Lycanthropes and father had gave strict warnings that no one should help me in my mission to save my sister and I had gone to other Clutches aside Edinburgh to find vampires and they came to my aid only for them to die valiantly for my sake. "Oh, Darius," Mother exclaimed. "Why are you so stubborn? Look at what you've done to yourself." She said, sounding worried. "Y'all refused to help me in my cause to save a member of our family when we've heard his tales. When we're very much aware of what he does to women." I said to her. "Why don't you leave t