The Lycan King's Rebel

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

-HER-

"I'm the king of Drakkons," The man in front of me declared while I laid there, unable to believe it. I was right inside the enemy's house and from what it seemed, he had no idea who I really was. If I wished to have my head attached to my neck then I needed to play along with it.

"Oh," I muttered at that moment because my brain was still frozen and I didn't know what to say, "Can you tell me how you found me again?" I asked him, rubbing my head. There was some pain at the back of it. I couldn't remember how I got it.

His eyes remained focused on me fervently for a whole moment before he flashed me a small, welcoming smile and told me again, "You were caught in an avalanche. My men found you while they were patrolling the area. Do you remember anything?"

I blinked at the ceiling, letting his words sink in. Slowly and gradually, I started to remember everything. The tunnel, the basilisk, Lua killing those basilisks, that awful smell from the eggs, me dashing out of the tunnel for fresh air and then being hit by an avalanche.

"Er... yeah, I do remember being hit by an avalanche," I muttered, rubbing my hair. I noticed that my hair was completely open which was odd because I usually kept it braided.

"Do you remember anything before that, Ruel?" He asked me very keenly. I glanced at him through the corner of my eyes. His eyes had been trained over my face all this time. He was sitting beside my bed, looking at me as if I was a chest of treasures.

"Err.." I grumbled, rubbing my head, "I do remember going hunting," I tried to come up with something. It was hard for me to function properly with his blue eyes were watching me so keenly all the time without even blinking once. "How many days have I been asleep?"

"Three," His answer made my eyes go wide and I sat up with a jerk, sweating.

Three fvcking days! That was a lot of time! I wondered what Ezekiel was doing? Did he know that I was here? I had a feeling that he didn't know that I was here yet otherwise he'd have gotten me out of here even before I could wake up.

Since I was here alone now, for the most part, I needed to find out a way to reach to them and tell them that I was here, or even worse— I needed to get myself out of here from under their noses before these Drakkons could realize that I am not who I'm claiming to be.

"Oh, that's a lot of time! I must return to my tribe! My people would be worried!" I told him and instantly saw something flicker in his eyes. He definitely looked unhappy with my wish to leave his camp.

"Ruel," the man before me spoke grimly, "I don't want you to leave so early. You have to stay with me for a while," His words had my heart racing for all the wrong reasons, and the way he was looking at me with those blue eyes of his, I wanted to run for the hills.

I could somewhat understand what he meant by that. The possessiveness in his eyes somewhat confirmed that and it scared me to an extent.

"Wh-why? I... I need to go back to my tribe, King of Drakkons," I tried my best to plead to him as innocently as I could. If this doesn't work then I could always kill him in his sleep or poison his drinks.

"You're going to stay with me here and that's my order!"

"But I'm not one of your subjects. I'm a girl of this valley and I belong to my tribe," I told him but this didn't waver the determination and possessiveness from his eyes. Instead, it grew even more, feeding my fear.