The Lycan King's Forbidden Fruit.

Just Like The Rest

[Diego’s POV]

Women are all the same. From the day I was born until now. They bat their eyes at you, pretending that they’re so innocent, and when you fall for their tricks and they have you in their grasp, their real colors come out.

It’s disgusting and annoying, and it pisses me off anytime I see it. Even now, staring at the shaking and sobbing woman in front of me, I feel the need to kill beginning to rise, but I can’t. Not yet.

When I joined the auctions, I knew what I was doing, and I knew that this woman would be there. That was the only reason I bothered attending. What other reason could there truly be? An auction involving nothing but criminals who all deserved to die. Why would anyone waste even a penny on them? But this woman was different from the rest of them, and she possessed something that I needed.

However, looking at her now, sitting there pretending to be hurt because I made her show her true intentions when she lied, I didn’t see anything special. From her long white hair to her glowing blue eyes and tiny frame with barely any meat on it, she was mediocre at best. How could she even be considered a descendant of the goddess who possessed the third eye and had the abilities to awaken the dead? Shouldn’t someone like that have otherworldly beauty?

“Get up,” I order, feeling my frustration rise. “Why are you still lying there?”

Growing quiet, I watch as the woman, Roselyn? Or was it Roswell? Who gave a s**t? I didn’t have any intention of getting close to her anyway. Once she gave me what I wanted, I would kill her so that she no longer walked this earth, since as long as she was in my grasp, she was a liability not only to me but to the entire world.

“Did I stutter?” I growl when she continues to not move. “I said get the f**k up!”

Tightening my hold on her leash, I pull, dragging her closer, and once she is within reach, I wrap my hand in her hair and lift her so she can look at me.

“You’re being very disobedient. Are you looking to be punished? It’s some kind of kink of yours, right?”

Fuck, this woman was frustrating in the way she looked at me with those defiant eyes that were sparkling with hurt at the moment. How long was she going to keep this act up? A criminal of all people trying to act like she was innocent and a victim, it was disgusting.

“Dammit!” I huff, dropping her to the ground and wiping my hand on my shirt. “If you’re just going to remain silent, then you can spend a few days in the hold.”

Since bringing her here, breaking her until she did as I commanded was my intention, but so far she didn’t budge. Even when I intentionally brought all those f*****g women back to my room to have my way with in hopes she would grow tired of it and agree to do what I wanted if I just stopped making her bear witness to that while she remained locked away like a little bird in that tiny cage in the corner of my room.

Since none of this worked and she wanted to continue with her act, then maybe putting her in the hold was the next best thing.

“Guards!” I call, and then wait until the door behind me bursts open.

“Sir?” Marzele announces, saluting. “What is your order?”

“Take this woman to the hold,” I announce.

Initially, I brought this woman out to test her abilities, but from how she was acting, I knew that she wouldn’t cooperate with me. So, this was my next bet, and if she continued to be defiant after spending time in the hold, well, then torture would be next.

“The hold?” Marzele repeats, his eyes growing wide. “Are you sure? She’s just a defenseless…”

“Are you disobeying a direct order from your alpha?” I growl, letting my aura trickle from me. “Should I also..."

“N-no, sir,” he gasps, fear flashing in his eyes. “Windel!”

Turning, he watches as his second in command Windel takes a few steps forward, despite the fear in his eyes.

“Alpha has commanded we take this woman to the hold,” Marzele announces. “Help me lift her.”

“Yes,” Windel responds, bending down and grabbing one of the woman’s arms. “Is there anything else you would like for us to do?” He continues, turning his gaze to me.

For a moment, I don’t speak as I consider whether or not there is anything else that needs to be done. I already accomplished all my tasks the day before so that I could focus on trying to break this woman, so there wasn’t anything else.

“No, that’ll be it,” I respond.

Nodding, Marzele and Windel give me another salute before lifting the woman and beginning to move.

“Oh, right!” I call at their retreating forms. “Don’t remove that collar!”

Growing quiet, I watch until they disappear before heading out myself. Since I had nothing else to do for the day and needed a way to blow off steam, I head to my room. Once inside, I head to the bathroom and get a quick shower to wash the woman’s taint off of me before reaching out for Chanel.

‘Master?’ She purrs when she senses my call. ‘Do you need me?’

‘Come to my quarters,’ I announce, getting out of the shower and wrapping a robe around me. ‘You have five minutes.’

Satisfied that she would come, I head back into my room and take a seat at my desk so that I can look over the woman’s files once more.

“Descendant of the goddess,” I huff, reading through the lines. “Disappointing.”

Shoving the file forward, I turn just in time to watch my door open and Chanel saunter in wearing nothing more than a silky red slip.

Smiling seductively, she moves forward and then takes a seat on my lap. Once in place, she snakes her arms around my neck and fixes her golden gaze on mine.

“Who pissed you off?” She murmurs, nipping at my neck. “To make you go as far as calling me after all these weeks.”

“No one,” I respond, pulling her against me. “Maybe I just forgot how you tasted and wanted a reminder.”

“Then taste away,” she giggles, pressing her chest against mine. “I’m all yours.”

Growling, I get up and carry Chanel to my bed. When I reach, I throw her down and then attack, pinning her beneath me while she stares up at me with expectation.

“Whoever it was must have really gotten to you,” she giggles, wrapping her legs around me. “For you to be this aggressive, was it your new pet?”

“Don’t f*****g mention her,” I growl as the woman’s hurt expression flashes in my mind. “Otherwise, I’ll go find someone else to warm my bed.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she sighs, sitting up and pressing her lips against mine. “Don’t go find someone else unless she gets to play with both of us.”

“Mmmm,” I rumble, liking the sounds of that. “Maybe next time.”