What she didn't know was that the Lycan king didn't give a fuck who was getting hurt, he was selfish and cold-hearted.

“What did you just say?” Ricky questioned, surprised that she had the guts to talk back at him. He had warned her never to talk until he asked her to. He became furious and slapped her across the face.

I felt down and wept.

“Strip… Slave!” He ordered.

“I… I can't. I can't. Please. I'll die” I wept, unable to move.

“Who gives a fuck if you die, You wouldn't be the first one to die. I can replace you whenever I choose!” He roared at me and...