Lyceon - The dark lord

Allison trembled, feeling too pathetic not being able to fight him. If she were a werewolf she would have definitely given him a good combat without caring for the consequences. She didn't have anything or anyone to lose, she couldn't lose her life, she needed to find her brother.

"Iam human!" but it doesn't mean she can't fight him with words. Now, she was here, it eased her that He won't be harming her pack anymore. No war yet.

Lyceon's lip tugged upwards as He pulled back a little to look into her mesmerising eyes. Her two words meant many things. But it never bothered her if she was a human, werewolf or any damn thing. She was his now. This matters only. "I know." He stated simply.

Allison nodded her head and said, "So I can't forget things easily." She said giving him a gaze which screamed despise, pain and kind of vengeance.

"I will.... Make you." He answered with a lopsided smirk while brushing his thumb under her eye softly. He was pleased that she at least responded. Allison shook her head in repulsion.

"You can't. You... You killed my pack members. You can't make me forget everything." she wanted to scream at him but her voice came out as a shaky whisper. She didn't want to mention her brother because she was not certain about his death and she didn't want this Lycan to take advantage of her situation.

"Your pack members dared to combat Me. They had to die. And don't mourn over them, you don't belong there now. You are mine, Allison. You only belong to Me." He spat, making her flinch. His mood turned enraged suddenly from calmness.

"I don't want to hear anything related to that fucking pack from your mouth ever. You have no idea what would have happened, had I not found you there." He said every word without blinking. She heard the Command evident in his deep voice.

Allison was angry, confused and hurt. But she didn't dare to look into his dark eyes and didn't utter anything. She felt him getting near her face. Thinking his intention to kiss her she turned her face away while pressing her hands hard on the table.

But Lyceon turned her face straight, holding and squeezing her chin. He pecked her forehead, throwing her into surprise.

Though His behaviour has been very atrocious but to her it seemed like He was playing shades. Allison was frozen in her place.

With his infamous smirk, He stepped back and walked away. Not after a few seconds the same servant who already placed her stuff in the room showed up.

"King ordered me to take you to your room, Miss." He said politely, bowing slightly. Allison, who was frozen in her place, was intrigued. Did He mind linked his servant?

Of course He did. Allison proceeded with him to her room upstairs to the third floor. They went up through the elevator. She was fascinated by the interiors and the beauty of this place. It was just as exquisite as his presence. She shook her head to release his thoughts from her mind.

The servant left her at the door. She entered Inside, the room was like it was made for a princess itself which screamed royalty. The queen-sized bed with the white sheets and white beaded canopy was cascading down the poles of the bed. She walked deeper in the enormous bedroom and found the white door on her left and opened it to see the grand washroom which shared the walk-in closet to it's right side. The modern built room with all features put her on edge to run away. This was not her room, her home.

What if she ran away from this place, would He chase her? She sighed at her stupid thoughts. He is the lycan king for goddess sake. Who literally robbed her off her home just to fulfil his whim.

Relief flooded her thinking He can't inflict any kind of threat on her pack when she was with him now. But it doesn't mean she would let him do anything He desires. And it includes getting in sexual relations too. As she had seen the flickers of hunger in his eyes for her.

She spotted her bag in the corner and started to arrange her stuff into the beautiful closet every girl wishes to have but not her. She chuckled a little, seeing her stuff could hardly fill up the one drawer only.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

After that she thought of taking a shower when her annoying mind again reminded her of the doubts. She couldn't be his mate. A werewolf can't resist the mating pull when they first see their mates and claims them openly. And He is the Lycan king, precisely the dark walker who wouldn't be able to stop his ravenous monster from claiming his fated mate when they know that Lycans are blessed with only one mate in their lifetime.

Before leaving she talked to Nora when they packed her stuff. Nora gave her hope that if she was not his mate then they will try to find a way to get her out of Dark walkers place. And Allison was adamant to her hope. She knew they were not mates. she had turned eighteen it meant He could have sensed the mate scent in her and claimed her right there.

As if her thoughts were plaguing someone else's mind at the same time, her phone went off and it showed Nora's calling.

"Ali, oh Goddess! You are good, right, have you reached? Did He hurt you?" Nora showered the questions on her head as soon as Allison picked up her call.

"I'm fine, Nora. Just reached!" Allison said tiredly. Nora sighed in relief.

"Nora, did you find something? We need a good plan to escape. I can't stay here for long!" Allison asked, impatiently. She was not getting good vibes around this place. "Ali..."

"What? Tell me?" Allison frowned, smelling the hesitation in Nora's voice.

"You are not his mate! You can't be. I have used my sources which proved that He had already found his mate years ago.... Whom He killed himself."