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The Cursed Alpha: Trapped by the Mad Lycan King

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VERY MATURE CONTENT. DARK FANTASY ROMANCE. She is a wolfless runt. He is the creature of blood and lust. And both of them were trapped by fate. Elith Wayne's only crime was to be born weak and powerless – a sore thumb of the Moonstone pack. Humiliated and abused her entire life, Elith thinks there can't be anything worse than the pathetic life she is already leading. That is, until her uncle finally finds a use for her and sells her as a sex slave to the Lycans. And if that is not bad enough, somehow, Elith gets entangled with none other than the Lycan King himself – the one whose name alone causes other shifters to tremble in fright. Thrown into the world of danger, blood, and insatiable lust, Elith must find a way to stay alive, while everyone else wants a piece of her.
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Chapter 1 - Sold

ELITH

"The decision is final," Bill Wayne, my uncle and the Alpha of our pack, said in a cold voice as his brows furrowed with disgust. "What do I need a useless runt for? I can't even marry you off to anyone because no alpha heir would ever want a human as their mate!"

I stood speechless, my heartbeat drumming in my ears, my stomach tied in knots. 

Yes, I was a wolfless runt, utterly useless to the pack or my uncle personally. I had been living my life quietly, never asking or demanding anything, never showing any signs of wanting a title or inheritance, so why..?

"... why does it have to be like this?"

He almost burst into laughter as he heard my weak voice, his dark eyes glistening with cruel mockery. 

"The slave traders have offered me good money for you. You might be wolfless, but you are still the alpha's heir. Whatever they have in store for you, I guess your lineage was of some interest to them."

I felt my blood run cold. The fear began to freeze me from the inside, threatening to tear me apart if I was as much as to take another shallow breath. 

My own uncle, the man who swore to protect me, has sold me into slavery. Just like that. And there was absolutely nothing I could do about that. 

"Uncle, I––"

He didn't let me finish. Rising to his feet, he let his beast take over just long enough to nearly bring me to my knees, and once again, I was reminded of my own powerlessness. 

"Don't make me do it the hard way, Elith," he growled, baring his fangs at me. "I can't hurt you simply because it will take you too long to heal, and there is no fucking way I'm giving this money back."

With that, the darkness surrounding him faded, and he sat back in his chair, his narrowed eyes firmly fixed on my trembling form. 

"Go to your room and wait. The traders will arrive at midnight, and I want them in and out of here, understood? Now scram."

I couldn't even tell how I got back to my room, but when I finally got back to my senses, it was already dark, and I had spent almost five hours sitting in the corner like a frightened mouse. 

I was sold. I was about to become a slave. What was waiting for me out there? I knew all about it, yet I couldn't bring myself to admit it. 

A sudden, light knock made me flinch and snap my head towards the door. My body tensed, every muscle tightening with fear. Were they already here for me? So soon? 

Goddess, I was mortified. 

"Open the door!" A raspy male voice commanded, making every bone in my body shudder with fear. "Open this fucking door – right now!"

I knew it was better to obey and do as I was told, yet my body refused to give up. So I just sat there, utterly motionless, waiting as the seconds ticked by in anticipation of the inevitable. 

And it happened sooner than I expected. 

With a deafening thud, the door came crashing down as the man broke it with his bare hands. My blood ran cold – he wasn't alone. In fact, there were three of them. Tall, strong, disgusting. 

They looked at me like I was a juicy piece of meat about to be passed around for tasting. 

And Goddess, it was exactly what I was. 

I didn't even have time to gather my thoughts – two giant men had already grabbed me by the wrists and pulled me onto the bed, nearly tearing my arms out of their joints. I tried to scream, but the third man was already on top of me, his dirty hand covering my mouth. 

"Shut the fuck up!" He growled at me, and I could practically see the darkness gathering behind his eyes. 

He then brought a thick, rusty blade to my left temple, his thin lips stretching into a vile grin, revealing his chipped teeth. "I was told not to hurt you where it can be seen, but I am not a patient person. If you keep resisting, I might as well just take both your eyes out and sell you to perverted rogues!"

My mind went blank, eyes wide in terror. I didn't know who these men were, nor did I have any idea what they wanted, but one thing I knew for sure – if they wanted to hurt me, no one would come to help me. 

"I'll be first," the man on top of me scoffed as he unbuckled his pants, the blade still dangerously close to my face. "You see, this is something we do in this business. We need to check you out ourselves before we decide where you go. We can't sell you to high-ranking customers if you're not good."

Goddess, just let me die already. I begged inwardly, my eyes shutting tightly to shield me from the horrendous view of this man. 

His cold, dirty hands roughly grabbed my hips, and before I knew it, my clothes were already torn apart, my body trembling from both the biting cold and fear. 

The pain was the first thing I felt as he pushed himself in, grunting from the resistance of my untainted body. 

"A virgin, just as promised!" The man laughed, and his companions shared his excitement. 

He kept pushing in, his heavy body nearly crushing me, but all I could think about was how painful it was, and how I wished my life would just end here and now. 

Goddess, why must I suffer like this? What have I ever done to deserve this? 

Seconds stretched into minutes. The time became irrelevant as my mind got frozen in that never-ending moment of agony. 

When the first man was done with me, his already ugly face contorted in ecstasy, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips. I felt something hot drip all over my naked belly, and then, the second man pushed the first one away, grinning down at me as he pulled his pants down as well. 

My wrists were still trapped, though there was no real need for that. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about anything at all. 

It was him. Then the other one. Then the first one all over again. 

Round after round, they kept violating my body, twisting me around, shoving themselves inside me, slapping my ass and chest, choking me, pulling my hair. 

My skin was sticky from sweat and semen, the stench of their own bodies making me sick. Consumed by shock and disgust, I kept falling in and out of consciousness, opening my eyes for a few seconds just to curse my fate for keeping me alive. 

And then, at dawn, it was finally over. 

The three men let go of my body, tossing me back on the bed like I was a useless rag doll. 

"What do you think?" One of them asked, grunting as he ran his fingers through my wet hair. 

"Great body. Tight pussy. I know exactly where to take her."

"Look at her," another man added. "She's still awake. Good stamina is what she will need in that place!"

Another bout of disgusting laughter rumbled through the room. I wanted to vomit, to purge, to expel everything that had been done to me, but before I could even take another breath, something heavy slammed against my head, and I finally found relief in darkness.