MY LYCAN ALDRIC
I had no way of knowing how many were inside the old building, but I entered with a roar, ready to sever heads. Unfortunately, I was already a step behind. It was evident they had fled in haste. They must have realized I was closing in on them.
I shifted back into my human form, storming through the dark underground floors, kicking doors open and searching desperately. Corpses littered the ground everywhere—fools who dared to make deals with vampires always ended up like this. My heart pounded with fear, a sensation I hadn't experienced in a long time, intensified further when I finally caught her scent.
I ran, descending a narrow staircase through a dim hallway until I reached a massive cell. Feminine scents mingled there, and among them was hers—Valeria's. But she was nowhere to be seen. I spotted a dying body in a filthy corner and approached cautiously. It was a blonde woman with a gruesome stomach wound. She was not going to survive.
As I knelt closer, I realized this must be the older daughter of that foolish Alpha. It was only logical it would end like this. “Where did they take the women from here? TELL ME!” I commanded, using the full force of my Lycan authority—she was dying anyway.
“A slave… auct…” were her last words before she went limp. They had taken her to be sold as a slave, no longer under the protection of a pack, as if she were some rogue exile. But they made a grave mistake. That maid is under my damn protection. She is mine. I would find her no matter what it took, and I would rip the heads off every bastard who had touched her.
Finally leaving that vampire lair, I shifted into my Lycan form once more, raising my head to catch the thick, bitter chocolate scent of Valeria. The auction could be held in several abandoned places nearby. There were too many conflicting scents; I could not afford a mistake.
Suddenly, something strange occurred—the moonlight was blocked out by a massive flock of crows, circling above and cawing wildly. They swirled in tight loops before flying off in a specific direction. I followed them without hesitation, guided purely by instinct, convinced this was the Goddess helping me find Valeria. But once again, I was too late; she had already been sold.
“Give me that man's information NOW!” I growled, lifting the auction master off the ground by his neck. Slavery was outlawed in this kingdom, but as long as there were buyers, there would always be secret sellers. “It’s… here… sir… please, no, I gave you what you wanted! Wait! NO—!” I lowered my bloodstained claws and walked out of the manager's office. Corpses littered my path, left behind from my earlier rampage when I slaughtered everyone inside.
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“Valeria, please, hold on just a little longer, little one.”
VALERIA
When they finally allowed us to sit and eat an hour later, I collapsed onto the floor, nearly fainting. Pain wasn’t even the right word anymore. My insides felt like they were being cooked from within.
“Hey, I don’t think this one’s going to last much longer. If she’s not eating, take her plate. Let’s share it.” They snatched the old plate of scraps from me without shame. I didn’t care. I wasn’t even hungry—just unbearably thirsty and overwhelmed by a sickening desire to be used until I passed out. That crude. That simple.
The sounds filtering through the cracks of the carriage didn’t help either. The master was rutting with the two slaves he had bought, and their moans echoed through the thin walls. Suddenly, the horses neighed wildly, spooked by something. The carriage rocked as the animals reared up, trying to flee in terror.
“Get the boss out! NOW!” The warriors rushed to protect their master, who tumbled out the door with two naked women. They were safe. But what about us, still chained to the back of the cart? “Ahhh! Take off our collars! We’re going to die! We’re going to die!” the woman at the front of the chain screamed in panic. I was at the very end, but I could feel the tug at my neck, dragging me roughly across the dirt.
Everything was chaos—confusing and terrifying. I felt like I was being strangled, clutching at the iron collar to keep from choking. Screams, curses, the men trying to regain control of the panicked horses. My body scraped across a trail of blood. One of the other women had died, and soon, I might join her. The chain was tangled around the back wheel, tightening further with every jolt, threatening to strangle us before grinding our bodies beneath the carriage.
A horrible scream echoed from the woman in front of me. “Goddess, why do you always keep me on the brink of death? Just have mercy—end it now, please.” I begged through my tears, exhausted from fighting. But the only response was a roar so fierce it shook the heavens and froze the horses in their tracks. A Lycan. The unmistakable roar of a powerful Lycan.
Thunderous footsteps approached my battered body, struggling for breath on the ground. I forced my blurry eyes open, and what I saw made my chest tighten with overwhelming relief. The ultimate form of a werewolf, the final evolution of their kind—invincible and fierce, savage and merciless.
“Aldric…” I whispered, my voice breaking as sobs poured from me uncontrollably. The colossal Lycan crouched with surprising gentleness, his massive claws prying the iron collar from my raw, bleeding neck. His strong arms lifted me effortlessly off the ground, careful not to harm me with his claws, holding me like a fragile, broken doll. I clung to his rough, fur-covered chest, weeping uncontrollably into his warmth.
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