Chapter 8
Why is Everyone After Me?
Adolfa Pov
It had already been incredibly difficult for Adolfa to overcome the many challenges thrown her way. Yet, before she could prepare for her battle with the Werefox, Henry was caught attempting to escape the Greko Pack by one of its most vigilant guards.
"Alpha Lyran, this fool was caught trying to flee the pack!" Andrew shouted furiously. you know what to do, but make sure he never darkens our world again."
"Yes, Alpha Lyran, your request will be fulfilled."
Henry understood that his end was near. He regretted his misdeeds, yet he felt a grim relief knowing that Adolfa would not endure the same fate he was about to face.
Out of nowhere, Luna Prese appeared and suggested that Henry should be beheaded instead—a proposal that was quickly accepted by everyone in the pack.
Alpha Berra, who had long absorbed the murmurs circulating within the pack, was determined to avenge Omega Kyle's defeat and to eliminate anyone associated with Adolfa. Once he received the decree from Alpha Lyran, he forcefully unsheathed his double-edged sword and cold-bloodedly beheaded Henry.
No one dared defy the alphas of this pack. He said gruesomely.
The news of Henry Death were made known to Adolfa, but deep down it really made her go crazy the more.
"Why always me?" she cried out in pain. "Henry, I dragged you into situations you didn't deserve—and now look at the outcome. No, they will all pay. They will pay for every ounce of pain they've inflicted on me and on those dear to me. I will ensure it."
Before she could cause a scene, however, her moment had already arrived. She was set to face two of the deadliest beasts in the seven districts—a werefox and a vampire—a dangerous challenge that might prove nearly insurmountable.
Luna Prese stepped forward with a slight, sarcastic smile. She cleared her throat before speaking to everyone.
"Listen up," she said sharply. "We all know what Adolfa, the treacherous lycan, has done. And what about Henry, her so-called beloved who ran away with her? They both betrayed us and brought nothing but trouble."
The warriors around her murmured in agreement as anger grew in the room. In the background, the sounds of snarls and clashing armor announced the arrival of the vampires and werefoxes.
"Today, we're not just settling scores," Luna continued, her eyes cold with determination. "We are here to destroy a threat. Our alliance with the vampires and werefoxes is not for show—it is a planned strike. And believe me, when the battle is over, Adolfa will not stand among us."
At that moment, a senior warrior bellowed, "For our honor! For every hurt she has caused us!" His shout was quickly joined by many others.
Luna looked over the crowd and said, "Get ready! Our enemy will learn that betrayal is punished without mercy. We will show her no mercy—today, and forever."
With that, the first wave of attackers crashed against their barricades, and the brutal battle began. Adolfa's fate was sealed long before the first blow was struck.
The night was dark and red. She ran as fast as she could, dodging a huge blow from a dark, frightening Beast. The vampire's scream filled the air, and it left a deep, painful cut on her arm. Despite the pain, she felt a fire inside her—a chance to show who she really was.
Before the real fight could start, Alpha Lyran suddenly appeared and punched Adolfa hard in the face. The blow was so strong that she fell to the cold stone floor. Alpha Lyran then shouted, "Everyone, take a break! Get ready for what comes next. We will completely destroy her and the other prisoner who dared to disobey us!"
She was swiftly escorted to the quarters, where she would face the remaining consequences of her actions. There, she would also prepare for the upcoming second-round battle between the remaining Werefox and the Vampires.
The doors slammed shut, trapping me inside Alpha Lyran's chambers. My breath came in short, uneasy gasps as I took in my surroundings. The room was dimly lit by the warm glow of the fireplace, its flames flickering against the dark wooden walls. The scent of him—of power, musk, and something intoxicating—filled the air.
I swallowed hard, my body still aching from everything I had endured. I didn't know what was coming next, but I knew one thing—Alpha Lyran always got what he wanted.
And right now, his dark, piercing eyes were locked on me like a predator watching its prey.
"You're mine," he said again, but with his deep voice sending chills through me.
I clenched my fists. "I belong to no one."
He smirked, stepping closer, his huge body overwhelming. "You keep saying that, but your body tells a different story."
My heartbeat pounded in my ears as he reached out, his fingers brushing against my jaw. His touch was soft, teasing, but I knew better than to trust him. Alpha Lyran was not gentle. He was not kind.
His fingers traced down my throat, lingering just above my collarbone. I shivered, hating how my skin reacted.
" You're so sexy, I feel like having you now. He murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "But even strong women can be tamed."
I swallowed, refusing to let him see how much his words affected me.
He moved fast, gripping the front of my dress and tearing it apart with one sharp tug. The thin fabric shredded easily, falling from my body like paper.
The cool air hit my bare skin, making me tremble.
Lyran's eyes darkened as he took in every inch of me. His gaze burned with something raw and possessive.
"You're beautiful," he murmured.But don't think I will be so gentle with you.
Heat rushed through me, and I hated it. I hated that his words, his touch, his presence made my body react in ways I didn't want it to.
He leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against my ear. "Tell me to stop."
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
He smirked. "That's what I thought."
Then his lips crashed against mine.
The kiss was rough, claiming, leaving no room for hesitation. His tongue pushed past my lips, tasting me, dominating me.
I gasped as his hands moved lower, gripping my thighs and lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the massive bed, lowering me onto the silk sheets.
His mouth trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I arched my back, a soft moan escaping before I could stop it.
"You've been fighting me for so long," he murmured against my skin. "Now, let's see if you can fight this."
His hands parted my thighs, and before I could react, his mouth was on me.
A sharp cry left my lips as his tongue flicked against my most sensitive spot.
Heat coiled low in my stomach, my thighs trembling as he licked, sucked, and devoured me like he was starving.
"Lyran…" I gasped, gripping the sheets.
He growled in response, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through me.
I was drowning in him, in the way his mouth moved, in the way he made me feel things I had no control over.
"Please," I whispered, my body desperate for release.
Lyran lifted his head, his lips glistening. His eyes burned with hunger. "Not yet," he murmured, his fingers sliding between my legs, teasing, building the pleasure higher and higher.
I was losing my mind.
His fingers curled inside me, stroking the perfect spot over and over. I moaned, my body tightening around him.
"You're so wet," he groaned, his mouth crashing against mine again, his tongue claiming my lips just as his fingers claimed my body.
I was close—so close.
And then, just as I was about to fall apart, he pulled away.
I whimpered at the loss, my body aching for more.
Lyran smirked. "Not so defiant now, are you?"
I glared at him, but my trembling body betrayed me.
He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he positioned himself between my legs.
"This is what you wanted," he whispered, his tip brushing against my entrance.
I gasped, my body desperate for him.
"Say it," he ordered. "Say you want me."
I clenched my jaw, refusing to give in.
Lyran's eyes darkened. He thrust forward, just enough to make me cry out, but not enough to satisfy the ache between my thighs.
"Say it," he demanded again, his grip on my wrists tightening.
I bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
His lips curled into a wicked smile. "Then I'll make you beg."
And with that, he slammed into me.
A broken moan tore from my lips as he filled me completely. He didn't give me a chance to adjust—he just started moving, deep, hard thrusts that left me gasping.
"Lyran!" I cried, my nails digging into his back.
He groaned, his movements becoming faster, rougher. "That's it. Say my name."
I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was everywhere, surrounding me, consuming me.
Pleasure built higher and higher, my body spiraling out of control.
"Come for me," Lyran growled, his fingers finding that sensitive spot between my thighs.
I shattered.
My body tightened around him, pleasure exploding through me so intensely I thought I might break apart.
Lyran groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic before he finally found his own release, spilling inside me with a deep growl.
For a moment, neither of us moved. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.
Then, Lyran leaned down, brushing his lips against mine.
"You're mine, Adolfa," he murmured. "And I'm never letting you go."
I should have fought back.
I should have told him no, but he had always been a sex machine, very skillful and agile in it.
But as I lay there, my body still trembling from the aftermath, I knew one thing for certain.
I was already trapped, I can't escape just like the remaining slaves.
And there was no escaping Alpha Lyran, Deep down, I sensed that something far more significant was about to unfold. At this moment, I lacked the strength to harness the energy and power within me. The burden of this challenge was overwhelming, and the impending battle between the Werefox and the Vampire would undoubtedly test my endurance to its limits.