Dangerous Lycan: Claim Betrayed Luna’s Second Chance Mate

His living room was just like a mini museum with ancient paintings and artefacts situated at different corners of the house. I was intrigued by its magnificence and he noticed as I roved my eyes around the place.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” He asked.

“I have seen better.”

“Mmm… For a slave, that’s truly impressive.”

I eyed him.

“Take her to my chambers and prepare her.”

“Prepare me for what?” I asked as I was being pulled away and dumped in his chambers. I wondered how many ladies he had been with in the room that had been the dungeon to many.

“The bathroom is ready for your bath and your dress too.” The lady dropped a dress by the edge of the bed.

“What does he want with me?”

“You have found favour in his eyes, you should be happy,” the lady whispered.

“What does that even mean?”

“Look at you, you just got here and you got to be in his personal chambers and have to wear a dress made with the finest silk. Every girl will dream to have this.”

“Every slave girl you mean. Such girls that do not have a choice.”

“Do you have a choice?” She asked and at that point, I realised that she was right. My freedom had been left with my parents. Even though I was advised to feel lucky I had never felt as the luckiest sitting in a strange man’s room.

As soon as the ladies left, I headed to the bathroom for a bath.

The pipes in the wall of the building creaked in the bathroom in his chambers as I turned on the shower. The water started from small cold drops on the back of my neck. Suddenly I realised the temperature of the water had gone up so high I was actually beginning to feel the intense heat from the water. I could feel it tingling across my scalp. The drops of water held my hair into tiny bundles and rolled from the tips of the end of my hair dropping on my back and neck. I held the droplets of water in my palms feeling it prickling on my palms. I licked my lips to find they tasted of salt. Then I turned leaning my back against the wall, only to find the water wasn’t so hot after all. As the cooling sensation ran throughout my back. I held the slick soap in my palm sliding it over my shoulders, down my arms, around my torso, in a slow, rhythmic movement.

The sweet smelling lavender soap filled the entire bathroom. I turned facing the big mirror by the wall as I watched myself. My somewhat protruding stomach pointing back at me. I watched as the water rolled down to my navel as it dripped. Every minute I felt life being sapped while another grew in me. The life that Raymond had put in me and left us to wallow in pains and suffering in the arms of another. As I watched my rounded belly looking back at me, I placed my palm on it watching my hands run around it as I caressed my stretching out skin. I knew I could only hide it under the hoodie for a couple of months and after then everyone would know my little secret. I feared what he would do to me when he realised I would be of no use to him. The thought haunted me, maybe I should have gone just like my parents. I didn’t know what strength was left in me as I stared at myself from the mirror.

By this time, the heat from the water had intensified. It pulsed in my middle, radiating outwards until I had to exhale air through my mouth to gather enough oxygen to remain upright. I wrapped my arms tight around myself. Still feeling the heat from the water with the hot water trickling on my body. Feeling a kind of mixed sensation; a pleasurable pain. Something I wanted to feel at the moment.

With no sound in the room, only that of the running water from the shower and the faint noise coming from the walls, perhaps the winery or halls in the building.

I heard faint footsteps coming towards the door and for a minute it stopped. The door was unlocked and the bathroom door was a bit ajar. I stood in a position for a while with the shower still running and then I heard the creaking of the outside door. I turned off the shower with a few final droplets rushing out. My skin had become pale red and my hair glued to my scalp. I put on the silk dress the ladies had given me for the after bath and wrapped a towel over my head walking out of the bathroom to meet him sitting by the edge of the bed. His chest peeping from his robe like a smooth clean bronze slate. He left the bed just as he saw me approach.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, hiding my belly as I rushed for my hoodie but he took it off the bed just in time before I could get a hold of it.

“This is my chamber, remember? And you wouldn’t be needing this.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He pushed the hoodie aside and walked closer.

“Why would you bring me to your chamber?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He kept coming.

“What do you mean?”

“You are quite too dumb for a pretty girl and a powerful werewolf at that. If not, how would you not know your use in my chambers by now? I mean your parents were one of a kind and it still pains me deep down that I didn’t kill them. But you are my compensation and let it be said before I would change my mind.”

And then it struck me of his intentions, I moved a step backwards and jammed the wall, he got close putting his hands around my waist with his lips behind my ears.

“Don’t do this.”

“Like your words would change whatever is about to happen.”

“Oh, I see now. You know the other slave girl told me to be overjoyed because of your intentions towards me. I actually thought it was something worth being happy for. But this? You are just a deranged man who uses ladies who can’t fight for themselves.”

“You can say whatever you want.”

He grabbed me, forcing his lips on mine.”

“Let go of me!”

I threw his hands away, moving out of the wall towards the bed as he followed behind.

“Oh, I like their stubbornness and it makes it worth my time.”

“You are such a beast. I actually thought you would be better than this but too bad you can’t seem to prove me wrong.”

“I will have you.”

“I am not a whore.”

“But you became my slave the second you decided to let those killers go.”

“They are my parents. I had to do what I had to do to save their lives.”

“And that includes sharing my bed with me. You should be grateful you were chosen for this. Such luck to be given this opportunity on a platter of gold.”

“Oh fuck you. Being here with you in your chambers is the worst thing that can happen to any woman and you call me lucky?”

“You talk too much lady and I am not in the mood for a chit chat.”

He held me, taking me to the bed as he tried the clothes out.

“No, you can’t!” I pushed him off as I headed towards the door but found it locked.

“Open the door, let me leave, you cunt.”

“Leave? No darling, no ones leaving at least not yet.”

“I can’t do this with you.”

“I know I said I loved them stubbornly but not to the extent of wasting my time.”

“I can’t be your sex toy.”

He stood dumbfounded by my words as I spoke, maybe, he had not expected such words from a slave girl he had just obtained.

“Those words aren’t for me, or are they?”

He moved closer as I redressed backwards. If he had kept to his promise of not harming my parents, then they were somewhere lost in hunger and thirst, maybe being found by another strange pack I hoped they didn’t have a history with.

He held me as soon as he got closer pinning me to the bed, I took his hands off me as I moved aside.

“I can’t lay with you because I am with child!”