The Lycan’s King Breeder

Felicity

POV.

But then a rat emerged from the bushes,

I let out a relieved laugh. "Just a rat," I muttered to myself before continuing on my path. But the feeling of being watched didn't leave me.

I continued on my path, constantly looking over my shoulder and scanning the area for any signs of danger.

But my fear soon turned into panic when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Who's there?" I called out, but no response.

I slowly began to pick up the pace, feeling my heart hammering in my chest at the sound of the footsteps closing in on me. "I said, who's there?" I called out again, my voice shaking with fear.

"Oh, just a couple of friends looking for a little fun," the stranger replied with a low chuckle.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I broke into a run, my mind racing with thoughts of how to get away from the strangers. "She couldn't have gone far, look everywhere, she is there," one of them shouted, only increasing my panic.

I heard the sound of footsteps pounding mud behind me as I dodged around the avenues of trees, hoping to lose them in the maze of trees. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my shoulder and spin me around. "Where do you think you're going, little lady?" taunted the man who had caught up to me. It was the men of Alpha Zander.

"Please, just let me go," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll let you go if you come and have a little fun with us, and Alpha Zander" the other man leered.

I shook my head frantically, trying to back away from them. "No, please, just let me go."

The first man stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grab me again.

I struggled to break free from his grip, but he held on tightly. Suddenly, I spotted a broken bottle on the ground gleaming in the moonlight.

Without a second thought, I grabbed the broken bottle and used it to slash at the man's arm. He let out a sharp cry and released me, stepping back in shock.

"Stop her!" he yelled to his accomplice, cradling his wounded arm protectively.

I didn't hesitate to turn and start running, adrenaline pumping through my body as I fled from the scene.

I had been running for hours, and I was completely exhausted. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt more vulnerable and alone than I ever had before. I knew that I couldn't stop, though; I needed to keep moving if I wanted to keep myself and my unborn child safe.

As I walked through the thick forest, I suddenly heard a rustling behind me. My whole body tensed, and I spun around, only to find myself face-to-face with a tall, muscular man with jet-black hair and fierce amber eyes.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said, smirking as he stepped closer to me. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by his imposing figure. He had hunting gear in hand.

I subconsciously moved my hand to my growing belly, trying to hide my fear. "Who are you?" I managed to ask, my voice low.

"I'm Alpha Grimmjaw," he said, his tone low and menacing. "And you, my dear, are trespassing on my territory."

"OMG! What did I get myself into?" I wondered, frightened.

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to sound sincere, lowering my head in submission. "I didn't mean to intrude."

"Sorry don't cut it," he growled. "You've entered my land without permission. And I don't take kindly to intruders."

"I'm sorry," I repeated, trying to plead with Alpha Grimmjaw. "Please, I didn't know."

Alpha Grimmjaw seemed to consider my words for a moment, but then he shook his head and blew into his flute.

Within seconds, a group of guards in black uniforms appeared out of nowhere, surrounding me and dragging me away from him.

"Let me go! Let me go! I beg you!"

I screamed and fought, but to no avail. They were too strong, too well-trained.

As we made our way to Alpha Grimmjaw's castle, I couldn't help but feel a sense of terror wash over me. I have heard stories about how cruel he was, how he had no mercy for those who crossed him. He was almost as bad as Maximus. And now I was at his mercy, a helpless woman with nowhere else to go.

When we arrived at the castle, I was thrown into a dark, damp dungeon, with nothing but a stone floor and a small window high up on the wall. I curled up in a ball, trying to keep warm, but the coldness seeped into my bones.

Days passed, and no one came to see me. I had no idea what was happening outside, no idea if anyone was looking for me, or if I was going to be stuck in that dungeon for the rest of my life.

And then, one day, I heard footsteps approaching. My heart raced as the door creaked open, and Alpha Grimmjaw walked in, followed by two guards.

"Well, well, well," he said, his eyes glinting with malice. "What do we have here? A little trespasser who thinks she can get away with anything?"

I felt my throat close up, and I had to force myself to breathe. "Please," I whispered. "Please let me go. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just want to go home."

Alpha Grimmjaw just laughed. "Home? You don't have a home anymore. You belong to me now. And I intend to keep you here for a long, long time."

I felt tears well up in my eyes, and I tried to fight them back. I couldn't let him see my weakness. But Alpha Grimmjaw just reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"Don't cry," he sneered. "It's pointless. No one is coming to save you. You're mine now. And you're going to do exactly what I say."

I shuddered, feeling his hot breath on my face. "Please," I whispered again. "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything."

Alpha Grimmjaw just laughed again. "I like the sound of that. But you better be careful what you wish for, little trespasser. Because I'm not a kind man. And I have no mercy for those who cross me." "I'll do anything you want, just let me go ", I repeated.

Alpha Grimmjaw stepped closer to me, his face twisted in a wicked smile. "Anything?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Well, then. Let's see what you're made of."