The Lycan King's Rebel

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

-HER-

I had no control over myself or my body in the next couple of hours. Those women were doing everything for me. It was so overwhelming for me. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs at one point.

"She is just a pup," a woman frowned as she rubbed something in my hair that instantly turned my hair smoother, "She still smells like a pup. I didn't know the King was picking girls so young," I heard one of the women comment. While they were fiddling with me, I was sitting there in shock and thinking if he really slept with every woman present there.

Whenever I thought that he couldn't be any worse, he went further and showed me an uglier side of him.

"Whatever it is, I think he picked her up because of the way she looks," One of the women commented as she eyed me with a very judgemental look, making me feel even more self-conscious.

I wanted to get out of there and I even tried to escape a few moments ago but these women... they don't seem to be just any ordinary women. I was sure that they were not humane but they weren't lycans either.

They were some magical creatures who knew how to lure and control anyone. I was so tempted to fight and throw a tantrum there as they fiddled with me but instead, I was sitting there very calmly. I was sure it had something to do with their powers rather than my own. I was feeling very oddly calm when they surrounded me.

"I want to go home," I told them.

"Where's your home?" Asked one of the blonds filing my nails.

"Zaeris,"

"Forget about it," she told me with a shrug, bringing tears to my eyes.

"No... I want to go back. Ezekiel cannot keep me here for long. My father would send wolves looking for me," I told her, trying to sound confident but I rather sounded more anxious.

"Seems like she was born yesterday," A woman commented with a giggle.

The blonde filing my nails spoke to me this time, "First, don't call him by his name. He is the King, so respect him and second, I don't know who your father is but I know this much that the King wouldn't return you so easily,"

"What is he going to do with me then? I don't want to stay here! I am not a whore! I am the future general of Zaer-" Before I could finish speaking, someone clutched my hair a bit too painfully before yanking my head back and making me look at them. I blinked back the tears in my eyes from the pain before my eyes focused on the face of one of the beautiful women there.

She had black hair and black eyes.

"We are not whores," she hissed at me and yanked my head again. I was about to fight back but someone came to my rescue, "Heera, leave her. She is just an innocent girl. She doesn't know anything properly," the woman named Heera let go of my hair. I looked at the woman who saved me. She was the same woman who brought me here.

"Celeste, don't speak that word again here. This is not a brothel. There's a huge difference between the King's prostitutes and us-"

"Ezekiel has prostitutes?" I asked, straightening up. The woman with black hair hissed at me again and I glared at her. I wasn't going to sit back if she laid another hand on me. I would attack her back and show her what I was really made up of.

"Don't call him by his name. Call him King or His Majesty," The woman corrected me before she returned to the previous topic, "The King has us- his women and then he has the prostitutes,

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"Respect. He respects us," The woman told me, "Not all of us warm his bed. Most of us are expected to keep him entertained and make sure he has a good time," The woman told me but still, I saw no difference between them and the prostitutes.