All Chapters of The Lycan Kings' Chattel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Marlie woke up in her new prison, wrapped in arms that were warm and would’ve been comfortable if she didn’t know who’s they were. Zhander’s… His face was the first thing she saw when her eyes fluttered open, and then her surroundings. His eyes were closed, and it was now that she wished she had that fork from earlier. She might’ve lost consciousness, but she vividly remembered what happened; the embarrassment, and most of all, his disturbing words and the anger he had poured atop of her head…anger that she did not deserve. Her body pushed away from him, her eyes casting around the room for something, anything. He was vulnerable now, he could easily be killed and there would be n~ “Human…? Are you awake now?” Marlie stiffened immediately, her head swinging back towards him. His eyes, they were open now and just as dark as they were at the celebration. With a heart that palpitated strongly, she pushed further away from him, a certain heavy feeling weighing her down as she shoved

Marlie hid the knife and the fork on either side of her hips, the waistband of her pants holding the cold metal objects in place as she was led outside of the room by the man from earlier. His hand was locked around hers as he brought her down the hallway back to that golden transportation device, the one that could take her ‘up’ as well as ‘down’. She hadn’t gotten used to it as yet, considering that she had only been in there twice. Its motion was confusing, and it made her feel uncomfortable in inexplainable ways, but it was a creative way of transportation, one werewolves were clever enough to come up with. The doors were automatic, letting them in as soon as they got close enough. The man beside her clicked some buttons and as soon as the doors slid shut again, the machine went down with a weird and annoying noise. It stopped in a minute or so and he led her out of it and towards the exit. Even though her eyes had looked past every corner in this place, it was still surprising

“I’ve eaten you up already, Marlie…now I’d like for you to eat me up too…using that tight and juicy p*ssy of yours.” Marlie shivered at his words, her body stiffening when he lifted her from the floor. “Lock your legs around me…arms over my shoulder.” She acquiesced, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. “Now brace yourself, angel…I’m going to put it in.” Marlie squinted her eyes shut. What was she really doing? Why was she just letting him do this? How could she ju…?“I don’t…stop…I don~” His c*ck ran along her clit, silencing her immediately when it settled at her entrance. “I was going to wait until we were on good grounds, but you messed up Marlie. You should’ve known that seeing you turned on is inclined to drive me crazy. Stopping is beyond me right now…my c*ck is painfully throbbing to be inside of you…just like that time…” “No…I~” Marlie bit her lip when the tip of his c*ck pushed past her entrance, gliding slowly against her walls as he entered

Marlie bathed her skin just like she did the first time he had taken her; with hands that kept shaking, hands that clawed into her skin, punishing her for what she had done.Her lips were quivering even though the water she laid in was warm. The words he used to describe her sounded accurate now…An unbroken doll…a toy trapped in a cage…She was a toy, wasn’t she? A puppet swinging on his strings. He was so confident, it was like he knew she’d give in.Running her hand down her face, she sighed, raising up out of the bath. The human girl was at her side immediately, wrapping the white towel around her. “I hope the bath was to your liking, shall I dry you and help you dress?”Marlie glared at her. “I can do it myself.”“As you wish…let me get your clothes while you dry yourself.”She walked to the far corner of the bathroom, picking up neatly folded clothes and walking back to Marlie with a gentle look on her face. “Here you go…”Marlie dropped the towel as she took the clothes from he

“Rosa…?” Zhander’s eyes hardened as he stared at her. “Who told you that you could call that f*cking name?” Marlie shuffled back on the bed, his gaze was tempestuous; so strong and murderous. “I…I…your friend…h-he told me…” Zhander’s eyes twitched, his hands clenching into tight fists against the mattress. “I don’t want to hear you say it again, do you understand?” Marlie nodded her head, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t defy him. His aura was so heavy, floating with so much power around the room, compelling her to cower. “O-Okay.” “Good. Now get some more rest, we’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning for father’s pack.” “W-Why?” “My birthday’s coming up, he wants me to celebrate it there for some reason.” Marlie didn’t say another word after that, instead, she turned her back to him, trying to calm down her hectic breathing. She had been scared just now; scared and angry. Why was it that she couldn’t call the name? It was her mouth, wasn’t it? What was so special about a st