Lycan Soulmates #2: LYCAN DYSTOPIA: LLYRIAN [18+]

Chapter 5

I can't believe I'm his pet. Lyrian, King of Llyrian – the demon who introduced himself as Imber.

On the streets of dystopia, accompanied by the King of it all, I am no longer afraid – because everyone is afraid of him.

No one comes close to us, not even in this demon-majority city.

I came from a place where the population was majority-good, to a city where the population was majority-evil. I didn't know such a place could even exist.

I want to ask Lyrian, does he have a soul?

But I am afraid of the answer.

My slow walk means I end up trailing behind him, the chain in his hand, as I shuffle along, barely keeping up with him.

At some point we stroll up to a stall run by a bunch of older women, they are selling vegetables.

"King Lyrian! Oh, King!" they all wail, moving from out of the stall, they kneel, putting their gazes down, as Lyrian approaches. He dismisses them, swipes up a carrot and hands it back to me.

I grab it with my cuffed hands, looking at the food with wide eyes.

"Last supper," Imber speaks, his eyes hell-blazing and focused on me, soo focused, while his voice is also so mischievous and full of the unholiest humour.

He starts to walk down the street again, his eyes set on a red neon image. Pins. A ball. Bowling...?

As we get closer, I read the front.

The bowling alley is called Game Over.

Lyrian stops in front of the sign and turns to me, with my mouth full of chewed carrot.

"Let's play a game," Imber suggests, smirking and showing off all his fangs.

I mindlessly nod, I wasn't going to refuse.

Plus, that must mean he was going to release my hands, and while my red latex suit stayed on, I was safe.

"Don't be scared, pup, I'll go easy on you," Imber seems to laugh at me eating the carrot, but I can't tell if he's joking or entirely, lethally, serious.

What can I do but obey – and assume – it's all meaningless anyway in the face of certain death? So I follow like a mindless puppy.

I follow King Lyrian into the bowling alley.

Inside, there are barely any lights at all. The place is almost pitch black. The only light source are the bowling pins themselves, set on fire, at the end of the lanes.

Packs of young Lycans play together.

I don't see any females about.

"They're probably Orphis' seed, he has too many breeding bitches..." Imber jokes, leading me to an empty lane.

One of the Lycans managing Game Over, starts our game for two.

I stand right at Lyrian's side, scared of losing my way in the dark lest he forgets to release the chain.

However, after inspecting the bowling balls, he turns right into me and releases me from my shackles. Some kind of magic spell falls away like fairy dust, and the shackles drop loudly to the floor.

"Watch your step, Helena," Imber smirks as he points a claw to the bowling balls, "You're first, sweetheart."

I turn to the balls and choose the lightest.

I face the lane, distracted by the game for a brief moment, I focus on the burning pins and I line up. Don't think. Just swing. If I can do one thing right, just one thing to impress one of the Dual Kings of this Dystopia; maybe, just maybe, I can secure a place in his harem and survive.