All Chapters of Imprinted On By The Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Emma’s pov I turned around and put some distance between us. “Be mine Emma, all you have to do is just warm my bed,” he said with a smirk. “I can only imagine it, your body under, mine as I show you all the pleasures of the world,” he added. “Thank you Beta Justin, unfortunately, I am nothing but a lowly omega. Someone like me doesn’t even deserve being in the same room as you, let alone doing all the things you mentioned,” I said. I turned to leave when he grabbed my hand. I could feel his claws digging on my flesh as he made me look at him. “You think you are so smart, don’t you? That your veiled insults are not understood,” he said and pushed me. I landed on my feet, “you are nothing but a lowly omega,” he said. I found myself smiling, and yet he wanted this lowly omega to warm his bed. When I didn’t say anything he looked at me. “You are really creepy, aren’t you? You never react, you are nothing but a robot,” he said. I didn’t answer or react which probably made him

I reached inside the bag I was holding and took out a dagger. I handed it to her, but she looked at it for a few seconds and then back at me. “Take it, if I try anything then you can stab me to your heart’s desire,” I said, and she took it. “What are you doing here? in the middle of the night?” she asked me as she sat down. “Camping,” I answered, and she looked at me. I could tell that she didn’t believe me, and she also still had her guard up. “Should we move closer to your pack? This is too close to the Lycans borders,” I said, and she looked around. “It will be safer here, a walk to my side of the pack at this time of the night wont be safe,” she said and then shrugged. “You don’t have to stay with me,” she added. “I want to,” I said, and she didn’t say anything after that but looked up. I looked at her, she was bruised and was bleeding. “Let me help you, you are injured,” I said and took out my emergency first aid kit. I was about to touch her, but she flinched which

Logan’s pov “What happened?” Charles asked me and I sighed. “She was from Hendricks pack,” I explained, and he nodded. “I mean usually you ask us to fend off the rouges without his pack members seeing us. But now you just spent the night with her,” he added, and I sighed. “It was nothing okay, I was about to come back but something about her was different,” I tried to explain, and he nodded. “I saw, she had beautiful eyes,” he said, and I rolled my eyes at this. “She seemed to be more fragile and scared. Like she had been tortured somehow,” I tried to explain, and he nodded. “I will believe you, but why was she on this side? Doesn’t he usually let them stay near his border?” Charles asked and I just frowned. “That is a good question, I have to do something about this,” I said, and he smiled. “Did you say you don’t want to involve yourself in werewolf matters?” Charles asked me. I always say that but this time it is different for some reason. Watching her walk off I couldn’