All Chapters of THE LYCAN'S HATED SLAVE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hi guys! This is a dark romance with questionable themes like bondage, dark kinks, sadism and masochism. I like to write female leads that talk back, fight back and give the male lead a tough time. If this isn't your cup of tea, this is not the story for you.Chapter 1. Ugh. They're at it again.I rolled my eyes as I walked into the lavish dining room where mother and father were arguing about yet another mishap.Whatever. I sent a quick reply to Eleanor's snap she had posted about being on a beach somewhere close to the Pacific ocean. She was a bitch and a bore, but quite frankly, I'd rather be with her now than with my parents here.My mother took a break from yapping at my father to shoot a glare at me. "No phones at the table, Nyx! I've told you countless times!"I rolled my eyes but nonetheless kept my phone back in my pocket.She turned back to my father, this time her words reaching my ears. "You have gone too far, this time, Darius! He is just a child! You didn't have to inv

Chapter 3:I gasped as ice cold water splashed all over me, regaining my consciousness. I was hacking up a lung, coughing and spluttering as I tried to get the water out of my lungs."How dare you!" I growled between wheezes and coughs.Seriously.I tried to sit up for the first time and that was when I realized that my hands and feet were tied. Fear seized my heart and I looked around the small dark room, memories of what has happened in the last few hours started coming back to me.My eyes adjusted to what little light was filtering into the room and right there, sitting in a dark corner like a king on his throne was Alpha Atlas, his cold dark gaze piercing into my skull."Bastard!" I shrieked, struggling to get up but somebody kicked me hard in my stomach and I folded into a foetal position, pain shooting up my body."Mind your manners when you address the Alpha, child," a feminine voice tittered but she could have well been a screaming banshee for all I care because she was right

Nyx's pov I watched as the boy cried, his little frame shaking with sobs. It was heartbreaking, and I felt my own heart clench in my chest. Even though I was not exactly known for my empathy, I have always had a soft spot for children. They are innocent, after all, and haven't yet been tainted by the cruelty of the world. So, even though I was trembling with hunger and shaking in my chains, I wanted to make him feel better. He didn't notice me at first, too busy sobbing into a ball. He must think I'm just another one of those demons from Hell who want his soul (although that was more likely than he actually believed that). But I'm sure that eventually his eyes will drift towards me, his sobs ceasing when they see me there. I swallowed hard, trying to push down whatever fear I felt bubbling up inside of me. The last thing I needed was for him to get scared of me. The little boy wiped furiously at his face, and I can see that his cheeks are stained red now. "Wanna hear a sto

Atlas' pov:"Rory? Is everything OK?" I asked, but what I got in response was the echo that reverberated in the passageway and her groans coming from her room. I quickly made my way through the packhouse, my footfalls heavy on the ground as I briskly walked towards Aurora's room.My sentinels, who had been on high alert, followed me as I moved. Their footsteps were quick and light as they kept up with me, ready to protect me and my daughter at a moment's notice.When we arrived at Aurora's door, I gestured for my sentinels to stay back. I didn't want them to scare my little girl any further. I took a deep breath before slowly pushing open the door to her room.The sound of my footsteps stopped her from screaming any louder, and she turned to face me with tears streaming down her face. I could see the fear in her eyes, and I knew that she'd been having a nightmare.I walked over to her bed and sat down beside her, running my hand gently through her hair. "It's okay, my little angel,"

Nyx's povAs I sat in the dimly lit cell, I suddenly came to the realization that my pride and stubbornness might lead me to my death. I had always been fiercely independent, refusing to submit to anyone. But now, as a slave in this prison, I had come to the harsh reality that my pride could only get me so far. In fact, it might just be what would end up killing me.My mind raced with thoughts of escape, but I knew that it was impossible. The cell was made of thick stone, and the only way out was through the guarded door. Even if I could somehow break free, I had nowhere to go. I was trapped in this godforsaken place, with no hope of ever leaving.I thought of Elaine and the horror she had endured. Her father had somehow cast her into slavery, and now she was here, just like me. The thought made my blood boil with anger, but also with a deep sense of helplessness. I couldn't change the circumstances that had brought us here, but I could try to make the best of what little control I ha