The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

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"1-1 didn't do anything." I say, gasping. I reach my hands up, cliving at his where he's grabbing my throat.

"You slipped me a sleeping pill," he growls, voice spitting fire. "Those are banned."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"I didn't!"

His hand tightens, cutting off my air supply even further..

"Please""

"Someone drugged me with sleeping pills once before. They are not to be used in this kingdom at all. To think you tried to use them against me."

Just as before, when I tried to tell him that I didn't have his child, he's not listening to me. Something is blocking him from seeing reason. It's like he's lost his mind, entirely focused on how I've betrayed him. How everyone has betrayed him. Even if it's entirely imaginary.

"Tell me the truth!" he shouts right in my face.

He's squeezing too tightly. It hurts!

I start to cough, unable to drag in the air I need. Tears well in my eyes. Quickly, they spill over and rush down my cheeks.

My vision starts to darken...

Caleb's vision is red. He feels out of his own body, second in command behind the all-encompassing rage that has him squeezing his fingers around this slave's throat.

How dare someone try to rip away his agency? What did she hope to gain? Did she mean to kill him? Or perhaps alter his mind? It's a known fact that sleeping pills can damage a werewolf's brain structure. Was that her ultimate goal? He's

so angry that he doesn't immediately pick up on her quiet little hiccups and coughs. He finds her hopeless struggle amusing. She claws at his hands with her pathetic human fingernails. Whatever marks she leaves on his skin instantly heal. Slaves are bound to serve him, yet they seem ever-selfish. The people around him only care about their own advancement, their own gain

Even Tristan, his Beta, Caleb cannot fully trust.

Caleb expects betrayal from every direction - especially from those close to him.

His fingers cut into the skin of this slave's neck, bruising the pale flesh. Her tears drip down onto his hand. The droplets are cool, compared to the hot rage thrumming through him.

One after the next, they fall onto his skin. Such tiny little teardrops. They should fizzle in the face of the rage- not the other way around.

Yet, with those suddenly cool drops, the tight fury that gripped his own chest in a vice grip immediately loosens. As this tightness releases in his chest, he releases the firm grip of his hand.

Harper immediately slumps. Falling off the platform, she crumples on the floor, gagging, heaving in shaky breaths.

In the absence of the heat of his fury, an ice-cold blizzard fills him. He's numb, looking down at the mess he's made of his slave, the finger shaped bruises around her neck.

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He nearly killed her. He could have, so easily.

His gaze shifted to her perfect body, the swell of her breasts. For this angle, nothing was hidden from his greedy gaze. Her ths were delectable, with perfect perky little nipples.

They weren't as large as Veronica's, or some of the others of his arm, but they were the perfect size of his palm. She also makes such pleasant sounds when he sucks on those nipples. Responsive Delicious.

"I only... gave you.. a scalp massage.." the slave says from the ground.

She's likely lying, but Caleb does recall a gentle pressure on the op of his head that gave him an overwhelming sense of relaxation and peace.

When was the last time he had felt that calm? He couldn't remember. Maybe never. It was so long ago that he had forgotten what it felt like. "Do it again." Caleb commands.

With the slave's breathing returning to normal now, she has no reason to disobey him. Not that he would forgive any reason.

"Stand," he says.

Harper pushes herself to her feet. Caleb sits on the edge of the platform and beckons her closer.

She's frightened. Her wide eyes and trembling bottom lip give her away.

Caleb does not care. He will feel that relaxation again now.

"I will not command a second time."

That snaps her into action and she steps into the space before him. Reaching up, she buries her fingers into his hair and starts massaging his scalp.

Immediately, relaxation soothes over him. His muscles release the tension that they've held for years. Even his thoughts. clear, pushing away his paranoia and rage and allowing him to think sharply again.

How is this possible? He feels almost like a different person. A man he used to be.

What magic does this woman possess to make him feel so at ease?

She continues working, her arms shifting, her perfect tits jiggling right in front of Caleb's eyes.

Hating the flimsy bands of silk that block his view now, he reaches up, puts his hand at the center of her torso, between the two drops of silk that hide her from him, and dragging his hands to her sides, exposes her once more. Immediately, she drops her hands away to try to cover herself. Caleb smacks away her arms.

"You are my woman," he growls. "It is my right to see you whenever I wish."

Harper lifts her chin. Even trembling, she still tries to be defiant "You're a pervert," She snaps.

Caleb finds her inner strength equal parts amusing and infuriating. He's never had a slave talk back to him so much. By all rights, he should have her whipped into compliance. Or he could simply cast her aside in favor of a more agreeable woman. Instead, her goading calls forth his lust like a hungry bear to a bee hive.

She'll learn her place in time. He'll see to that.

For now, he drags his thumbs over the swell of her tits to flick at her nipples. They harden at once, and her eyelids lower.

She can fight all she wants, but he'll always win in the end. Her body wards it as Bercely as his wares fers.

"Stop.." she says weakly.

"I take what's mine," he growls Then, yanking her forward he claims her mouth fortably with his own

The next morning, Harper awakes slowly in her bed. Her room, far down in the earth, is naturally warmer than the upstairs where she tends to Caleb.

Well, except for when he sets her treacherous body alight. Traitorous thing, coming alive at the feel of his hands and the weight of his gaze.

I dread waking up, knowing it's another day where 171 be subjected to his impulsive whims

My neck still fucking hurts.

But what can be done? I'll be punished for staying in bed all day

With reluctance, I blink my eyes open - then I gasp so hard I choke on my breath.

A woman stands at my bedside. With her arms crossed, she glares down at me.

How long has she been here? What does she want?

Why does she look so familiar?

She just stares as my heart rate pounds out of control. Shoving myself upright, I back up in my bed as much as I can. pressing myself against the corner. After blinking the sleep from my eyes, I start to recognize this woman.

Not as someone I know from here, but from before.

From my pack lands.

Wait. That's it. This is the woman who was offered to Caleb by my pack at the last devotion