The Lycan’s Surrogate

“Amara, you’re so f*****g good.” Lucius’ deep moans come out as he relentlessly thrusts his manhood inside me with force. I shut my eyes tightly, refusing to bear the agony. He delivered a sharp blow to my most delicate area, cackling with amusement. “I’m enamored with the thought that I’m the sole man who has ever explored the depths of your being,” he mused. My lips remain tightly sealed, despite the pleasure coursing through my body. “f**k, I’m coming.” He let out a sharp gasp and a pitiful whimper as he lay beside me. My chest feels tight and constricted, making it nearly impossible to breathe full air. “Damn . . .” He grumbled under his breath. “Mmm, that was good,” “I demand complete control over my actions, or else I’ll reduce you to begging for your existence.” “f*****g foolish woman.” Lucius rose from the bed with a hushed murmur, his clothes slipping onto his body as I lay exposed and vulnerable beneath the sheets. My body is covered in angry, purple bruises, each throbbing with a sharp, persistent ache that I can barely endure. I rise to my feet. “Hey! Where do you reckon you’re headed?” His eyes bore into my body as he spat out his question with seething anger. “I just have to dress . . .” As I slipped on the clothes, my stomach growled with a ferocious hunger, causing me to mumble in discomfort. I’ve gone days without consuming a proper meal. As I gingerly brushed my fingertips against my flushed cheeks, I began to make my way forward. But in an instant, my momentum was halted as Lucius firmly grasped my hand. “How dare you walk away without informing me?!” he slammed my head against the unforgiving wall, his fingers coiled tightly around my throat. “Ugh . . .” A deep, guttural groan escaped my lips. With a heavy heart, I uttered, “I’m sorry,” “I’m starving,” he growled, releasing his grip on me before delivering another stinging blow to my cheek after hearing what I said. I was tumbling to the ground, and he violently kicked my stomach. My stomach churned, and my throat tightened as I fought the urge to vomit. “Alpha, I implore you . . . My stomach is growling, and I feel weak from hunger. I couldn’t care less if it’s a measly scrap of food or a gourmet feast—” “How dare you speak to me with such disrespect, Amara.” he knelt before me while I lay on the ground with a contemptuous expression on his face. He yanked my hair back, his voice sharp and commanding, “You know the rules. You can’t just do things without asking me first. I had complete control over you, and every item in this pack was under my ownership.” “The rules are crystal clear and well-known to you.” His fist connected with my face, the impact jarring my senses as he spoke. “Ah!” A sharp, agonizing sensation elicited a deep groan from my lips. “Stop!” My voice echoed through the room as I let out a piercing scream. My mind can’t fathom the horrors he might inflict upon me once he’s had his way with me. “I couldn’t care less about you, you worthless garbage.” His words escaped his lips. With a sudden jerk, he yanked my hair, causing me to rise to my feet against my will. Tears stream down my face as I gasp for air, my sobs wracking my body. “I would sooner watch you waste away from hunger than catch you fraternizing with anyone outside our pack.” He abruptly released my head, causing me to let out a guttural groan. I felt another sharp blow to my stomach as he kicked me again. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably, and he strode out of the room without a backward glance. The door banged shut with a loud thud. He turned the key in the lock, sealing me inside the desolate room all by myself. I sense a tangible presence emerging from within me. Every breath feels like a struggle, my body is weak and my mind is clouded. It’s as if my life force is slowly slipping away from me. “Uh . . .” I let out a guttural moan as the sharp ache shot through my body and a warm, uncomfortable sensation spread down below. As I glance toward my leg, my eyes widen in disbelief as I witness a crimson stream trickling down my skin. “Oh my god, no! Someone, please help me!” Tears streamed down my face as I desperately pleaded for assistance. “Lucius!” I shouted. I remain standing, despite the crimson liquid cascading down my body at an alarming rate. I struggled with the door handle, but it refused to budge, and my frustration only grew stronger. The world around me is becoming hazy and indistinct as if a thick fog has descended upon my eyes. As I collapsed onto the ground, it felt as though every ounce of energy and life force drained out of my body. * “The tiny seed of life has just been planted in her womb, as she is only three weeks into her pregnancy.” “And you have to get rid of that.” Lucius’s words reached my ears. “She’s meant to pull through, but as you requested, Your Highness, I have fulfilled your wishes. The little one couldn’t hold on.” The physician replied. Their words sent shivers down my spine. A single tear trickled down my cheek as I instinctively reached for my belly, the sudden realization of what had occurred hitting me like a ton of bricks. As the door creaked open, my heart raced with anticipation. I longed to rise from my seat, but my body felt like a limp rag doll, utterly powerless. “Amara, there’s no need to fret. You can finally bid farewell to the burden and never have to face life with a baby.” Lucius’s words spill from his lips.