Bearing The Lycan King's Heirs

"AAAHHHH!"

A woman's agonized scream ripped through the filthiest, darkest cell in the Alpha's mansion.

Acid splashed into her eyes while she hung chained to the cold, damp stone wall.

The rusted shackles bit into her skin, carving fresh wounds over old ones, and now her eyes were burning, slowly, cruelly, swallowing her world in darkness.

"How dare a filthy sewer rat look at my man?" another woman screamed, her voice echoing through the dungeon. "Give me the whip again! I'm going to skin this bitch today!"

Celine shouted at her trusted maid, who rushed to hand the whip back to her.

The barbed leather was still dripping with blood and bits of flesh from the black-haired, gray-eyed girl chained to the wall.

Celine lifted her arm and brought it down again, lashing her face, her chest, every inch of skin that had once been perfect.

She hated Odette with everything she had. She always had.

Odette was the daughter of the former Alpha of the Midnight Pack, spoiled and adored by her parents, a beauty with everything at her feet: riches, gowns, suitors, a flawless future already planned out for her.

And what had Celine had?

Nothing.

Her father was the bastard brother who lived off the Alpha's charity. Celine had always had to lick Odette's shoes just to inherit whatever she threw away.

But the Goddess had finally taken Celine's side.

Celine's green eyes trembled with pleasure as she watched the blood splatter, as she ruined the woman who was no longer perfect.

Odette's parents had died in an accident, and at last, Celine's family had been able to claim the place at the top.

Now they ruled this great pack, and she would be the one to marry the Alpha King.

Odette was her toy now, and Celine would break every last bone in her body.

"My hand hurts already, damn it. Bring me that aphrodisiac potion. Hurry up!" she ordered her servant, stepping closer to the prisoner, who wept bloody tears while chained like an animal.

The chains rattled with the tremors running through her body. Her torn dress barely covered her twenty-year-old figure, filthy, ruined, and shaking.

Odette screamed harder when Celine grabbed a fistful of her tangled hair and yanked so sharply her neck cracked.

"Since you want to act like a bitch in heat, lusting after my man, I'm going to satisfy you properly," she said with delight, savoring the terror twisting Odette's face. "I'm going to have every guard in the dungeons fuck you and fill you with cum until you burst, you filthy whore..."

"No... I didn't look at him... I swear... I didn't..."

"Shut up!"

The brutal slap snapped the Omega's face to the side. Her tears wouldn't stop, but the pain had already numbed her soul.

"How many cocks does a slut like you need to feel satisfied? Twenty? Fifty? A hundred?" Celine screamed, ripping at her clothes with both hands.

She wanted to see her destroyed from the inside.

Perfect, virginal Odette would become nothing but the cum hole of her father's garrison.

"Give me that."

Celine snatched the vial from her maid and squeezed Odette's cheeks hard enough to bruise.

"Hold her still."

It didn't matter how much Odette fought, how badly her skin tore, or how far the bones in her wrists and ankles twisted.

The hot liquid burned down her throat.

Then her body caught fire.

It was a concentrated aphrodisiac, fast and brutally effective. The second the drug hit her inexperienced body, she began to boil with filthy desire.

Her wolf, an Omega who had never even gone through heat before, panicked inside her, desperate for the presence of a man who could satisfy her.

Odette, seeing only shadows through her damaged eyes, panted heavily as pain rolled through her belly and heat gathered between her legs.

"Look at her. So needy already. Almost begging for a man..."

"Aahhh!"

Odette screamed when something rough forced its way between her thighs and began rubbing against her pussy.

It was the coarse handle of the whip, and Celine, laughing, dragged it against her most private place.

Wetness began to spill from her, and the pussy that had never taken a man's cock started to clench, begging for something deeper.

Odette fought to close her legs, but the shackles held her open.

Horror clawed through her at the thought of that thing shoving inside her all at once, splitting her open without mercy.

She begged and sobbed, but she knew Celine enjoyed her torment even more when she pleaded.

The leather handle was too thick. It nearly tore her as it forced at the entrance of her vagina. Still, Celine was already getting bored with the sadistic little game.

"You disgust me." Her voice dropped, thick with hatred. "And to think I once... wanted to be like you."

She threw the whip to the floor in revulsion and smoothed a blond strand of hair back into place.

Odette whimpered, drowning in shame, humiliation, and the need to die.

"Send for the men. I want to watch the show..." Celine ordered her maid, who always waited outside the cell.

But this time, the door opened, and another maid stepped in.

"What is it? I said I didn't want to be interrupted."

"I'm sorry, miss, but your father sent for you. I heard the Alpha King is finally coming to ask for your hand."

Joy flashed bright in Celine's eyes.

"Really? Come on, come on, I have to get ready..."

She wiped her hands on the damp towel her maid offered and was already rushing out when she remembered her captive.

Celine looked back at Odette, and her smile widened.

She lifted the skirt of her dress so she wouldn't drag it through the blood staining the floor.

"I need to prepare some entertainment for His Majesty..." she murmured. "What do you think about displaying your orgy in the arena?"

"No, no, please, Celine, no..."

Odette's sobs broke into a raw, tearing cry.

"What would your former fiancé say if he saw you being fucked so happily and begging for more?" Celine's laughter rose with Odette's desperate whimper. "I know you've always wanted to see him. You spy on him whenever he comes here, thinking that if you catch his eye, he might save you. But you know what? I'll tell you a little secret..."

Celine's voice slipped into something low and poisonous.

"Andrew knows. He knows you survived. He knows you're nothing now but the lowest, dirtiest slave in the Midnight Pack."

Celine watched the last shred of hope dangle by a thread on Odette's face.

"No. That's a lie. He doesn't... he doesn't know. He doesn't know!"

Odette screamed with everything she had, clutching the chains until her nails started lifting from their beds.

Celine's manic laughter was the only thing echoing in her mind, a mind drowning in heat, despair, and aphrodisiac.

"We'll see tonight. And if he doesn't know, he will."

With that omen, Celine walked out of the cell.

Odette heard her give the order to prepare the whole show with the guards. A tournament where the winners would get a final feast with an Omega in heat.

Odette had believed she couldn't cry anymore after her parents died and the people she had loved like family had turned her world into hell. But she cried anyway, until not even a sob could leave her dry, cracked lips.

Her eyes saw only shadows now, and a whole universe of pain.

She wanted to die, but not like that.

Not raped in front of the man who had once sworn to protect her, to love her forever, and who was now getting engaged to the woman who tortured her.

But Odette still trusted Andrew.

Surely he believed she was dead, just like everyone else in her family. If she could escape... Goddess, if she could only see him...

But her future was black, and she could barely think anymore.

As the hours passed, her body burned hotter and hotter with desire.

Her pussy clenched in frantic spasms that made her moan at the smallest touch.

She wanted at least to rub her thighs together, to press against her swollen clit and give herself some kind of relief.

Then the door to her dark, nauseating cell opened.

Odette thought Celine's revenge had finally come.

But a familiar scent hit her full in the face, and her heart began to race.

"Nana?"

"It's me, my child. Come on, there's no time. I got the key. You have to run... Oh, Goddess, my poor little girl, what did they do to you?"