Selene~

“No. haaaa. Arghh! pleassseee…. noooo….”

Fluttering and struggling, the left chain pinning down my leg slightly loosened. I seized the opportunity immediately. The bastard was hovering over me when I launched a hard, dangerous kick. My leg met his groin, right under his dangling belt, and he screamed out painfully.

“Bitch!!”

He tried to hit me, but I dodged in time. The other yanked him completely away. “You want to leave marks on her face? You could be in trouble if the Lycan Kings really want her.”

‘Want me?’ My eyes were now sliding shut in heaviness. ‘Please take me, Moon Goddess, before they lay their hands.’

“This is chaos, and it follows you everywhere.”

When I regained consciousness, I was chained behind the truck rumbling through the woods, long and silent. Only the low coughing of the engines. The sky was pitch black, the half moon hanging in the sky the only thing dimly illuminating the darkness.

My eyes burned with tears, but I was tired. My mind was blank and numb.

I must have drifted off cause when I opened my eyes again, we were driving up the mountains and the day had broken.

I knew they were extremely wealthy in this part of the world, but I did not expect a paradise sitting on top of the mountain. The closer we drew, the more I wowed till I forgot myself.

From the façade to the elegant glass and steel, gleaming like a jewel against the dawn. This mansion was so majestic that I could not see the top.

Its architecture was uncommon… I caught myself gasping.

It wasn’t just a Bloodmoon packhouse. This was a mansion… where every royal Lycan blood, the Nightshades, lived, including their servants, guards, and housekeepers.

But reality snapped back when I was unchained and roughly dragged out of the vehicle. They threw an old sweater at me and locked me up in a cell by the mansion.

For two days.

Two days of silence, of meals shoved through the bar twice daily. But the funny thing? I ate more in those two days than I ever ate back at home.

After waiting endlessly, some guards showed up and dragged me out.

I followed, hopeless and exhausted from waiting, dreadfully counting the seconds I was still lucky enough to live. I knew I would die, and I was waiting for it.

The thought of my mum was what really broke me. ‘At least, we will finally be together in the afterlife,’ I comforted myself.

Entering the mansion, again I was awestruck by the expensive and unique, tasteful artworks and sculptures… marble floors, golden chandeliers, soft oppressive lights.

This wasn’t just wealth. This was authority.

The Nightshades sure had great taste, and I forgot my pains and aches getting lost in them. Unlike Moonclaw packhouse— behind all those woods, every royal here had their own floors, quarters, luxurious space…

But however heavenly it was, I never wanted to be among these people.

‘Why will I want to stay among Lycans when I'm just a lowly rejected royal with no wolf? I don’t belong here.’

On the ground floor, I was taken through a hallway on the left and into a room, where there were a few women waiting.

“Prepare her for the Lycan Kings. They want her now,” the man ordered and left.

‘Wait.’ My heart stopped. ‘They are going to sleep with me together? At the same time?’

Fear gripped me so hard I choked. My chest began rising and falling in shallow gasps, hooking my breath. I wished I could just choke to death right there and then.

And the women, without saying a word, stripped me and took me into the bathroom. My knees weakened. But I could only sob as they scrubbed and washed me.

A doctor came afterwards, ran some checkups on me, and left. Then they handed me a two-piece lingerie set. I stared at it and laughed bitterly, tears dancing in my eyes. Even as a stripper, I had never worn something this revealing.

‘Goodness, I’m not a whore!’

I turned to one of the women.

“I don’t want to do this,” I whispered hoarsely, queezing the fabric. “Please… please let me do something else.”

None of them said a word.

“I beg you,” I gulped. “I can cook… I can clean… scrub toilets and floors. I ca… I can …”

“You don’t get to choose, girl,” a woman harshly cut me short. “Be glad you’re breathing! Be glad they aren’t asking for your head instead!”

A wave of dread washed over me. Trembling, “I will beg them. I…”

“Protest before the Lycan Kings since you really hate your head remaining on your neck!” Another woman scoffed, brushing past me.

I flinched, choking down a sob. Instinctively, my hands wrapped around my neck, my eyes further widening in terror. “W… what?”

Eventually, I slipped into it, and I felt completely naked and exposed.

‘If they already plan to sleep with me, something I could not avoid happening, why do I still need to dress this for them?’

The bra was way too small for my boobs. It was literally just a few strings doing a little covering on my nipple area, tightly holding my boobs together in a rather provocative way. And as for my butt, all I had on was a G-string.

I felt so perplexed staring at myself, but an overall was draped over me, and I was afterward led out of the room to an elevator.

The elevator began climbing, so did my heartbeat. I was drawing closer to meeting these dreadful, ruthless men… ‘How do I escape this?’

I wish I could run away, into the bush or woods, anything other than getting fucked by two strangers… ruthless, demonic monsters.

When we finally stopped before a door, I was trembling.

They pushed the door open and shoved me hard, into the crimson-lit hall. The door slammed hard behind me, its echo taking me aback.

I turned in shock and disbelief, dread all over my face. I feared looking behind me. I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered. The red lights alone were scaring me nuts.

My wide eyes remained glued to the door.

When I eventually turned, I could not believe my eyes.

Whips of different sizes, and cuffs were hung to silver hooks on the wall... chains, long steel benches, kegel balls, metal claws, weird looking furniture—

“Oh my goodness!” I gasped, my wide, scared eyes sweeping across the place

—red couches, ropes hanging from the ceiling, more balls, tapes, ropes, a shelf full of leather belts, vibrators, and… huge dildos? My knees weakened.

“Oh no!” I began backing away towards the door. “What in the world is this?”

There was a collection of small knives, nails, and broken fangs. My stomach churned.

“T… the rumors are true. Th… they really kill their mates.”

‘But I’m no mate of theirs.’

Still, sweat broke out on my forehead. ‘They shouldn’t kill me, right? Why did they bring me here?’ I was sore afraid.

The intensity of the hall pressed me like a scream wanting to erupt, the air thickening with a grim silence— loud and oppressive, heavy tears pressing heavily in my eyes.

“No…” I began whimpering, my heart trembling.

But suddenly, something hit me— an arousing, pleasing scent, rich and intoxicating. Like fresh sweet wine in the woods. My nostrils flared as the scent flooded my senses, causing my whole body to still.

Every one of my panics evaporated, and my senses heightened. I turned sharply at the door, as if I could bore a hole through with my gaze.

My teary eyes furrowed, my lips quavering, “M… mate?” I whispered, my voice breaking in confusion.

‘No. No, this is not possible. I have no wolf,’ I shook my head. ‘Besides, Brian is my mate.’

But even he never heightened my senses like this.

“What is this??” I whispered, dazed and drowning in the scent coming from right behind the door, my inner thighs becoming slick from my warm wetness.

‘What type of a pull is this? I thought I didn’t have a wolf… How could…?’ My pulse hammered as the pull grew stronger, so with my arousal.

“How am I feeling this?”

‘Who is this person I’m feeling so insanely for? One of the guards?’

How could I ever have known that my mate wasn’t anywhere near my home pack but somewhere far away, in the midst of lycans… in the terrifying Bloodmoon mansion… right outside a red room where the lycan kings are about to gang fuck me??

‘What is this?’

But all of that was soon taken over by terror when the door was kicked open, and two gigantic, burly men stepped in.

I backed away in fright… quickly, my jaw dropping to the ground.

Their beauty was out of the world. Towering, terrifying, and extremely sexy. The rumors didn’t compare…

…and the pull, the scent that was drawing me, soaking me up… wasn’t for any unknown mansion guard.

It was from these two men, the dreaded, ruthless Twin Lycan Kings, Raymond and Remus Nightshade of the Bloodmoon pack.

“What?!”

More heat pulled traitorously between my lower body, my fluid sliding down, I had to press my thighs together... despite the terror clawing at me.

I could not believe myself!

I was drooling shamelessly, my core began throbbing, my pussy walls clenching and aching for their cocks inside me.

‘Fuck!’

‘What is this? How could this be?’

Not an ordinary wolf? Not even an ordinary lycan? Not even one? But these two ruthless monsters with no heart?

“No. T…this can’t be possible!” I stammered. ‘Is this how it really feels when one meets her mate? Was Brian ever even my mate?’

Maybe Brian was right.

I took more steps back, my heart thudding.

‘This must be karma…’

They strode in casually, a knowing look on their faces. I knew they felt it too, the same primal pull I was feeling. Maybe the same heat?

But their eyes were dark, their gaze and expression were hard and cold as ice— hate and disgust flickering heavily in their eyes.

Rejection.

They definitely did not want me.

‘What? I don’t want them either. Who wants to mysteriously varnish?’

My eyes quickly swept across the room. ‘Is this… is this really the room? Where all their mates disappear?’

I began trembling.

“Take that off,” Lycan King Raymond suddenly ordered, his voice low, rough, arrogant… I shouldn’t dare disobey if I had any sense. But… my eyes widened at the overall draped over my shoulder.

“Wha… w… what? I…”

‘I would be stark naked in only strings, squeezing my boobs? No, no!’ My heart began pounding so hard in my chest that I could bet it was obvious through the overall.

‘This must be a nightmare. It has to be.’ My fingers clutched the overall.

But in a blink, Lycan king Raymond was in front of me, grabbing my neck— his claws springing out and digging into my flesh, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

My legs left the floor, fluttering weakly, tears gathering in my widened eyes that dreaded meeting his.

The world tilted, and my life flashed before my eyes.

I immediately let the overall go, slipping down my shoulders to the floor as the pain shot to my head.

‘The women were right!’

“I do not repeat myself!” his roar echoed across the red room, its impact thrumming through every part of me.