Heart Of A Lycan King

Trigger warning; The first three chapters of this book may be triggering to some people. Readers discretion is advised.’ *** NATASHA. "You’ll stay here and watch.” Alpha Matteo growled, his voice dripping with contempt. I was led into the office where Camila, dressed in a dangerously short, seductive gown, was already waiting. As soon as the door clicked shut, Matteo commanded me to sit down and pick up a rope. I noticed he was wearing gloves, but before I could ponder why, a sharp, stinging pain erupted. Silver. I screamed in agony. Matteo’s response was swift and brutal; he struck me hard across the face, ordering me to be quiet or face a worse beating. He bound my wrists behind the chair and my ankles to its front legs, the ropes digging painfully into my skin. The silver would leave deep, lasting wounds, adding to the many scars already marring my body. As if the ropes weren't enough, he attached a silver-infused chain around my neck, forcing me to face him. The pain was excruciating. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to suppress my cries, but despite my efforts, soft whimpers escaped. This was the first time he’d used silver since our ordeal began a month ago; he’d only ever tied me up before. "She's breaking so easily,” Camila remarked lazily, leaning on the office table, her legs crossed provocatively. "Indeed,” Matteo agreed, his voice dripping with disdain. “The only thing she’s good for is being obedient.” "Well, she's your mate," she said icily. "I want no weak omega as a mate!" Matteo roared, advancing towards her. "Then reject her!" she snapped. "Soon," Matteo hissed, pulling Camila into a fierce kiss. "She's nothing but a weak lowlife, and that’s all she’ll ever be. But you,” he slowly, “are the Luna I deserve.” He lifted Camila onto the table, tearing her gown as he began a heated makeout session with her. The sight was almost too much to bear. My chest tightened painfully, and I was overwhelmed by the familiar ache that had plagued me since discovering that Matteo was my mate. I was forced to watch as he took another woman, despite the sharp pain and the efforts not to look away. His loud, passionate grunts and Camila’s dramatic cries made me want to close my eyes, but a sharp blow to the head forced me to keep them open. “Don't you dare look away!” Matteo commanded, his voice laced with Alpha authority as he tore at Camila’s panties and took her roughly. "How many have you torn so far, baby?" Camila purred. "Does it matter?" Matteo panted. "I'll get you more if you like. There's something thrilling about tearing them off of you.” "I know," she said, licking her lips. "Not as hot as you though," she added, gasping as their activities resumed. The pain in my chest intensified with every moment. The Alpha command held my gaze fixed, while the pain felt like my insides were being twisted with rusty knives. The silver’s sting paled in comparison. My throat felt welded shut, and I struggled to breathe, knowing that passing out would only result in harsher punishment. 'Erin?' I tried to reach out to my wolf, but she remained silent. Ever since we learned our mate was the Alpha, who tormented us daily, she had been distant. I was utterly alone with the agony. My name is Natasha. I turned twenty a month ago. I'm an omega, an outcast, and a constant reminder of my parents’ death in a car accident when I was fourteen. Being an omega here is akin to being a slave. My wolf, small and two-toned–white and brown–was considered a curse, and I was mocked for it. I’ve been a loner since my shift at sixteen. "You feel so f*****g good, baby," Matteo hissed, pulling me from my thoughts. "Take me all you want..." Camila panted. Hours later, their activities ceased. Matteo threw a damp towel onto my face, the same towel he had used in cleaning Camila, and I felt the pressure in my chest ease slightly as I watched her dress and prepare to leave. “I'll miss you,” Matteo said, hugging her tightly. “Call me when you get to school.” “Of course, baby." The sound of their kissing filled the room and soon, Camila was gone, leaving me alone with the Alpha. His bare chest and grim expression were the only things I had left to focus on. "Come here, Natasha," he commanded, gesturing towards me. I forced myself to my feet, every movement painful, and approached him, my legs trembling. "Do you think you deserve to be my mate?" he asked. "No...no, of course not, Alpha," I replied weakly. "Good. The must have made a mistake. I’ll never take a lowly omega like you as a mate when I can have anyone I want. You're a worthless piece of s**t!” His words were like daggers, but I choked back my tears, wishing for an end to this torment. "You don't deserve me. I am rejecting you now because I am tired of seeing your disgusting face.” My eyes widened as his words sank in. 'No,' Erin whimpered in my mind. 'Please.' "I, Alpha Matteo Gabriel, reject you, Natasha Maina Gladys, as my Luna and mate." Time seemed to stop. My strength ebbed away as I stood in stunned silence. I could barely muster the energy to ask. "Why...why did you have to wait...this long? Why...do this...first?" "I needed you to see what you can never have,” he said coldly. “Now, you’re no longer my mate. I expect you to keep this a secret. Next full moon, I’ll take Camila as my Luna and you will become her cook.” His cruel words were too much. Unable to endure any more, I turned and fled. Instead of returning to my attic room, I ran into the forest. 'Don't look back, Natasha. Run. We have to leave this place. Run, please.' Erin urged. I didn't need to be told twice, but I had no intention of running away. I was ready to die. To escape this heartache forever.