Running From My Cursed Lycan Prince

Bella POV “Hmm... More...” I was awakened by the woman’s moans and the man’s growls. What was going on? My head ached like hell and my whole body was weak like jello. I struggled to open my eyes. The room was dark with only the dim lights from the screen on the wall not far away from the bed. Something like a video was playing on it. I propped myself up with my elbows and stumbled down from the bed, walking barefoot toward that wall. “Deeper... Aargh... Yes...” The woman on the screen was groaning erotically. She was wriggling beneath a man. The man was naked, with a broad shoulder, strong back, tensed muscles, and toned waist, looking extremely sexy and hot. He was pumping his considerable length inside the woman, deep and hard. His muscular arms were on the woman’s plump breasts, rubbing and pinching them, making her tremble. He was breathing heavily and growling sexily, his voice was husky and deep, making the whole wild love-making even more erotic. My face turned completely red. I swallowed hard, trying to swallow my thumping heart in my throat back. That was... too much. “Aargh!” The woman in the video screamed loudly and twitched all of a sudden as if she had a c****x. She threw her head back, revealing her delicate face. She looked beautiful. But all I wanted now was to slap her face and wake her damn dizzy head up as that f*****g woman who was wrapping her legs around the man’s waist, groaning like a slut was me! How was that possible? I didn’t remember that at all. I must be drugged or something. But then who was that man? “Ah... Lorenzo!” Fuck! Another loud scream. So, the man was the Lycan Prince, and my chosen mate, Lorenzo Grutto. But how came? He hated me. “Do you like it?” A man’s deep and low voice sounded. It was the same sexy voice as that from the video. I turned around and found Lorenzo pushing open the door and walking inside the room. He was tall, like 6’5, and muscular, with a powerful aura. In the past, when he was looking down at me with his sharp eyes and poker face, I would feel a bit intimidated. But I didn’t know what came to me today. I didn’t have that feeling anymore. Instead, I wanted to talk back and I did it. “Not at all. The woman looks like she is suffering in the video. And the man... his skills suck.” “Oh, really? Should I remind you that you are the one who opened your legs widely and begged for more? My skills suck? But I did make you c*m, many times, didn’t I?” “You!” I glared at him and retorted, “Believe it or not. I was drugged. Or else, I would rather sleep with... well a corpse! As you are no better than that!” I didn’t know what happened. I would never say such words, at least not to the man I had loved for three years. But I said that. I felt like something inside me was changing. “Why should I believe you? You are always a scheming woman. You’ve tried to climb onto my bed before. But I didn’t expect that you would be so shameless and even used the ‘heating drug’ on me. What do you want? Getting pregnant so that you can keep your Luna position?” His ruthless words stopped me from thinking about the change in my personality. He hated me. He believed the rumor that I was a scheming woman. I always knew that. But his words still made me feel hurt. “Bella, he is a jerk. He doesn’t deserve us. Let’s end this chosen mate relationship.” A strange yet familiar voice sounded in my brain out of the blue. I didn’t think much and followed the instructions of the voice. “Let’s end this chosen mate relationship,” I said to him. “What? You are now playing hard to get?” He snorted. “Lorenzo Grutto, I mean it. You hate me and I... I don’t want you now.” I uttered firmly. “You don’t want me? You and your father sold yourself into the Palace, to marry me for profits. You’ve gained enough profits now? Is that why you want to end this?” He said with his tone full of irony. He stepped forward, standing right in front of me. Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed my chin. ”You know what? From the day you marry me, I own you. And you can only be mine.” He continued while rubbing my lips with his thumb. “You...” Before I could finish my words, he slid his finger into my mouth. Stunned, I subconsciously used my tongue to push his finger out. But instead of withdrawing his finger, he thrust it deeper inside my mouth, circling and thrusting. My mind went blank for a few seconds. Saliva began to drip down from my parted lips. Feeling humiliated, I bit his finger hard until I tasted his blood in my mouth. “You don’t own me. And I’ve never sold myself! End our damn chosen mate relations or you will be so sorry!” I shouted at him. He snorted and withdrew his bloody finger. To my surprise, he put that in his mouth and licked it. There was his blood and... my saliva on it! He looked unbelievably tempting when doing that. It must be the damn mate bond. “Let’s wait and see then.” He said with an evil grin. “I will make sure you regret it!” I said angrily, turned to leave, and slammed the door behind me.