The Lycan’s Surrogate

Proposal

I find myself standing in an unknown location, surrounded by unfamiliar sights and sounds. I shifted my weight, but before I could react, the man forcefully shoved me to the ground. As I looked up at him, his eyes began to transform into a fiery shade of red.

"I should be the one thinking right now. Who the f**k are you, and how did you get here? If you can't answer me, I might just get rid of you!" His eyes turned red as his words exploded. I could feel my heart beating rapidly. His hands clenched.

“I swear to you, I never had any bad intentions! I didn't even know how I got here!"

"That's not the answer I wanted," he clenched his jaw and stepped closer to me. Two men followed him, their glares filled with menace.

I cleared my throat. "I'm Amara, and someone injected me and I just suddenly ended up here . . . I don't even know what's the exact reason."

His laughter echoes through the room. “Really? Do you want me to believe what you’re saying? Your name holds no significance.” He dropped down to his knees and firmly grasped my chin. His eyes, a striking shade of blue, pierce through me. I’ve noticed his anger boiling over, his face turning a fiery shade of red repeatedly.

“Your Majesty. We stand at the ready, eager to receive your divine instructions. We’re eager to mete out punishment to her.”

"No! Please don't hurt me . . . You don't have to kill two innocent people, right?" I begged, desperately holding onto his hand, even though he was too strong. I swallowed hard, tears streaming down my face.

"I just escaped from hell. Now, I'm trying to survive with my child!" he abruptly shoved me aside, rejecting my gesture. As he rises to his feet, his countenance undergoes a noticeable transformation.

"You're saying that you're pregnant?" he questioned, wrapping his arms around himself. He exchanged a glance with the two men, communicating silently.

"Yes . . . I. Am. Pregnant. So, please." I sobbed as tears continued to flow.

"I wanted to survive, with this baby I am carrying inside of me." I choked, placing a hand on my stomach.

"I don't want to die—"

He laughed. "You want to survive with that baby?" He gripped his chin.

"That seems like a good idea, witch." His words annoyed me, but I didn't want to hold onto my pride right now. My life was at stake.

“You have no idea what kind of situation you’ve stumbled upon. I am the embodiment of hell itself, Amara. I, Magnus Blackthorn, stand tall as the Lycan King, commanding the loyalty and respect of every Alpha in the werewolf realm known as The Shadowclaw Dominion. And in my grasp, I hold the very heart of my kingdom - a dear and precious possession.”

"More dangerous than an Alpha King," his words weighed heavily on me. I gulped, feeling as if I were living in a nightmare. I trembled, but I didn't show it to him.

"I'll do anything you want, Your Majesty..." I mumbled, the fear coursing through my veins.

“If you were to take my life as punishment for my misdeeds, you would be spilling the blood of yet another blameless soul.” My eyes are welling up with tears that cascade down my cheeks. His face was devoid of any trace of mercy. He is completely devoid of any compassion or sympathy.

His eyes roamed over my body, scrutinizing every inch before a smirk spread across his face. “I sense that you will be the frailest person I have ever encountered. It’s a shame that you lack the allure of belonging to a pack.”

"For you to survive, you have to give that baby to us. My mate, Selena, the future Queen, can't bear a child, and we need an heir for this pack. I don't know who you are, and people shouldn't know—"

"What?! What are you talking about? What are you planning to do?" I stood up, despite the pain and the unfamiliar surroundings.

The two men behind him began preparing, anticipating my attempt to escape.

He smirked. "I'm not forcing you to take your chance to live," he said.

“Can’t you feel the desire for it? You can bask in the freedom of this place without any burdens, and I will be the one to take care of you.” His throat tightened as he swallowed hard, the sound echoing in the tense silence that followed his words.

“Will you be the one to tend to my needs and look after me?” My eyes are stretched wide open.

He rolled his eyes. "No one else. I won't let Selena take care of someone. She hates women. She despises weak girls. She detests having a child, but she doesn't have a choice," he explained, disgust evident in his voice.

“This is utterly absurd. I swear, I was so lost that I couldn’t even fathom how I ended up there!”

"It's not my problem anymore," he stated firmly, his lips curling into a smirk.

My heart thumps with a steady rhythm that I can sense within me. I'm clutching the baby of an Alpha who callously coerced me into a s****l encounter. My mind has emptied itself of all its musings. This innocent child was conceived through a horrific act of violence, and I've come to the painful realization that I'm not equipped to care for them. The thought of putting their life in danger fills me with terror and heartache.

“Regardless, you'll be required to sign a binding contract.” His words escaped his lips. “Furthermore, in addition to the gift of life, you will reap a plethora of benefits.” He gestured to the two men, indicating that they should depart. As they departed, he pivoted towards me, his lips curling into a slight grin.

"You know what?" he whispered. "I would never choose any other woman. I'm very picky when it comes to appearances, and you attract me."