The Lycan King’s Obsession

The Rejection

CONAN

"I'm sure you know that I am your mate.” Conan replied with a smirk, his lips curling evilly at the ends.

Now he knew why he was always attracted to Iris, ever since he turned eighteen. Anytime he stood close to her, or even passed by the hallway and saw her, his wolf went wild in a mad frenzy and he craved her so much.

Lord knows, how many times he had wanted grabbing her, and f*****g the s**t out of her, satisfying his cravings but he had held himself back. Now he knew why, and it was all beginning to make sense.

Staring at her, he began to button up his trousers, not caring that he was half n***d or that she had caught him in an almost abominable act. He had been f*****g his half sister, and now he didn’t even know what was going on in her mind, but at the same time he didn’t care.

All he cared now was how he was going to accept her as his mate, considering her status and the added fact that his parents would never allow it. She was below him when it came to the stand in society, and there was no way he could accept her as his Luna.

No f*****g way! He was going to be the next Alpha of the Taurus Moon Pack, and he could quickly get any woman he wanted because of his charms and pleasing look.

He didn’t have to even try at all, and he knew women still wanted him even if he was brutal and uncaring.

His eyes running over Iris, Conan smiled ruefully as an idea came to his head.

He had been waiting for the opportunity to present himself so he could enjoy her maybe once, before completely dismissing and rejecting her and what better reason than now.

He would use the guise of their mate bond, f**k her, have her scream under him and then he would reject her instantly.

Yes! That was the best thing to do.

She was a lowly slave, a million leagues below him and nothing else, so he could t accept her at all. Even though he couldn't deny the fact she was beautiful and friggin' hot, with the the type of body that would quickly drive any man crazy, Conan knew that he couldn't make her his Luna.

The fact that he couldn’t make her his Luna, didn’t mean that he couldn't let her be his s*x partner.

He imagined what it would be like to f**k a woman like her and the thought made him hard all over again, his d**k moving and he began to pounce towards her strategically and slowly. They were the only ones in the room, and he could do whatever the f**k he wanted.

She was watching his movements, and also moving backward but Conan increased his pace and quickly cornered her until he was right in front of her.

His eyes glowed red with desire, and his fingers moving to her face, he lifted the tip of her chin and said huskily, “Look at me. Stop being so shy kitten.”

Her face leveling to meet his, and Conan almost flinched in fear when he saw that her eyes were icy daggers, and so cold. Quickly getting over it, the negative aura around her made him crave her even more and his erection lengthened in his trousers hurting painfully.

He was getting madly turned on seeing the fire and hate burning deep inside her, and he just chuckled softly.

"Who said I was shy?" She asked unblinkingly her stare still cold and unwavering, breaking the brewing silence between them.

Conan just kept on smiling at her. She was openly challenging him, and he loved it.

He loved tense and feisty ladies, because they give him the pleasure of mad restricted ecstasy.

"Why are you so f*****g irresistible. I burned for you so long, and now that we’re mated it makes everything more exciting Iris…” He whispered, leaning close to her ears.

She was trembling a bit, which he found infuriating, but he couldn't say a thing as she was driving him crazy.

“Iris, I want to…” Conan began but but she cut him off half yelling, "What the hell is this?"

His hands traveling down her back froze as she swerved, avoiding his touch, and jumped two steps backward, putting a little distance between the both of them.

“Didn't Zoe satisfy you?" She added and Conan’s brows furrowed angrily.

"What do you mean?” He chuckled harshly, “You should never talk about me and Zoe or what you say here, okay? Meanwhile she is just a thing I use to pass time. It's you I want. You are my mate Iris, and I promise you once I mark you and f**k you, you would love it, and you won't have to be enslaved anymore." Conan added, lying through his teeth.

Of course he didn’t intend to mark her at all, but he was running out of cards to use, and his desire for her, coupled with the straining painful erection was starting to overwhelm him.

He moved forwards again, putting his hands around her a*s and squeezing it tightly. Suddenly he remembered how it had felt some weeks ago when he had walked by the hallway, and he had been lucky to squeeze her a*s for a second before she had barked at him.

Who knew that he would be doing the same thing now, and she wouldn’t be able to say a thing since she was practically his by nature.

Damn it! Her a*s felt so round and soft, and he squeezed it even more enjoying the felling.

For a second she did nothing, and Conan could swear that she was beginning to relax against him, enjoying his sensual touch but then she released a bitter moan and right after that she shoved him halfway across the room.

“f**k!” Conan asked, instantly steadying himself from slamming hard into the opposite wall.

How was she so damned strong.

"Playing hard to get huh? I like that.” Conan mumbled, trying not to let his brief fury overshadow him as he moved closer, and she rolled backward in a magnetic push sort of dance.

"Don't you dare touch me again, or it will be the last thing you do! Don’t you f*****g touch me!” She roared out, looking defiant and for a minute he just watched her keenly.

She looked like she meant it, and it only made him want her more. There was no way he was going to give up so easily, and he was feeling the energy emitting from her, but there was also something else there. Something just beneath the surface, and if he was not mistaken too it was the same l**t, the same need.

A need that matched his, or maybe even surpassed it.

He smiled darkly, moving forwards again, "I know you've sensed it too by now, and you feel what I feel. We are mates, and sleeping together is no big deal for us. If you keep resisting me, I'll be forced to reject you Iris, oh don’t push me."

That was the last card he had, and he would use it if need be. She wouldn't dare refuse him after that, and he was sure of it. If he rejected her, he would make sure her life here in the castle would be unbearable and worse that she was already experiencing and she definitely knew that.

He was smirking wildly now, waiting for her to say something. Her head was bent, and when she finally looked up at him, the stare she gave made him feel like he had just made a colossal mistake.

No! No! He was saying in his head as he watched her walk up towards him with a neutral look on her face that he couldn’t decipher.

Well, maybe her common sense was finally working, and she was going to submit to him. After they f****d, he would quickly reject her straight away and still punish her for giving him such a tough time.

Iris got to him, and before he knew what was happening, his eyes blinking in confusion she raised her hands, and slapped him hard across the face.

What the f**k! Conan cursed inwardly, staggering and wanting to react already but just as he raised his own hands, another slap hit him in the face.

"The first slap was for grabbing my a*s, again. The second, for thinking you can reject me like that."

Hot anger burned through Conan.

Who dod she think she was? A worthless enslaved person, and she had the guts to slap him. She wasn't worth anything at all, and if she thought he would cower just because she had acted this way then she was in for the shock of her life.

The l**t he had for her, and her virgin cunt vanished instantly and was instantly replaced with hatred and despite.

His face red with fury, Conan lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck squeezing tightly.

“What the f**k did you just do?” He asked rage coursing through him, while she struggled against his hold.

This was the height of it.

"What's your last name?" He asked her, releasing her softly so she could stutter out the words, “El… El… Elsher."

Squeezing her beck once more, he threw her on the floor and watching her fall, he gave his judgment, “I, Conan Dolce, the forthcoming Alpha of the Taurus Moon Pack, do solemnly reject you, Iris Elsher, as my mate.”