Chapter 3 You Belong To Me

FIA

"You are so naughty, Mate. You deserve a punishment."

His words hit me like a punch, leaving me frozen and overwhelmed with a mix of emotions.

Looking around, I noticed that everyone was still keeping their heads down, too afraid to see what was unfolding. But I saw it all.

I clenched my jaw and let out a low growl.

"A true leader should be seated on his throne, not wandering into places like this," I muttered, attempting to break free from his hold.

But he hissed, causing me to freeze and gasp as his sharp fangs grazed my neck.

"Do you understand what I'm saying? Your body should belong to me, yet every man in this room can smell your scent! They can see your skin!"

The wolves whimpered, frightened by their king's unusual tone. As for me, fear coursed through me, but there was something else stirring in my heart, something I despised. I didn't want to feel this strange attraction.

"A true king can never indulge freely! Yes, I may be a whore! Those men pay me for my performances, it's just my job!" His anger grew, and he tightened his grip on me, pushing me closer to the stage.

"Then dance for me! I'll pay!"

I shook my head, refusing to comply. I didn't want to be controlled by people like him.

I glanced over to the other side and noticed the owner of the place where I worked had just arrived. His eyes widened as he witnessed what had happened. It seemed like he hadn't seen the previous events, but he signaled for me to do what the king wanted. However, I immediately regretted my decision.

I knew I would face consequences later, but I believed it was worth it, especially since I could annoy the person they admired.

"Sorry, but my presentation time is up, so I need to head home," I said. I could tell he was furious, especially since his eyes were changing colors from blue to a dark charcoal shade.

Suddenly, my boss rushed towards us, panting heavily.

"Damn it! How dare you disrespect the king!" he exclaimed. I remained silent as he confronted the king, his face devoid of any emotion.

"Your Highness, I apologize for this person. They just need discipline," my boss said. Discipline? If you ask me, they deserve to suffer! They should be taught a lesson!

"Prove it," my boss demanded, turning his attention towards me.

"Show me how you discipline someone who disrespects and disobeys," he continued.

I pressed my lips together tightly, refusing to speak any further. This man was dangerous, and I knew better than to provoke him. Who wouldn't comply in this situation? To them, I was nothing more than a lowly individual who could be easily controlled and hurt. I had no choice but to let them do as they pleased because I lacked the strength to fight back.

I could hear footsteps approaching, and I bowed my head, already aware of the inevitable outcome.

"Turn around! Show me your back!" My boss yelled as if it would bring me fame in the eyes of the king.

But I refused to give them the satisfaction. I lifted my head and smirked at him.

"Try me."

His jaw clenched, and he raised the whip, but I felt nothing as it struck my skin. I didn't even flinch. Instead, I locked eyes with the man in front of me, who was seething with anger.

Another wave of pain washed over me, but I refused to let out a moan. I stared at him, devoid of any emotion. Did he really think I would be hurt? He clearly didn't know me.

With each lash of the whip, the pain surged through my body. But I couldn't scream. The pain was all too familiar, like an old friend returning, and I embraced it.

I could feel the blood trickling from my wounds, but I didn't budge.

"What a bitch! You don't even scream! Who do you think you are? A strong woman? You're nothing but a filthy woman! You deserve even more punishment." The insults kept coming, but I refused to let them break me. My knees trembled, so I bit my tongue, causing it to bleed. But I preferred the taste of blood over being seen as weak.

I noticed a change in the man's expression. He looked at me with a mix of defiance and pleading. I couldn't understand why.

My claws grew longer, and my inner wolf scratched at the walls I had built in my mind. It wanted to break free, but I held it back.

I crouched down, and my nails dug deeper into my palm, causing the blood to drip. The tension in the air grew stronger.

"Why does her blood have that scent?" The king's cold expression stared back at me, and the person who was punishing me paused.

"That's why they keep coming back to her, because her blood has a seductive aroma that attracts every man in the room. We don't know why, and when we ask her, she doesn't answer."

I licked my lower lip before bursting into laughter.

"How interesting! It seems like every man in the room desires me. Hmm, who should I choose among them? Who among them can satisfy me?"

The king growled, and I watched as he rose from his seat, glaring at me.

"Leave," he weakly commanded.

"I said all of you, leave! Leave just the two of us so we can talk. I will take care of her punishment."

I tried to stand up straight despite the immense pain coursing through my body. Some wounds were slowly healing, while others continued to bleed.

"Oh, you don't want to share your mate, my king? But they all want a taste of me." I defiantly faced the other werewolves, and the king snarled, revealing his elongated fangs.

They quickly departed, leaving only the two of us behind.

"You! I never imagined I would be paired with someone like you! You're a useless bitch!"

I simply swallowed.

"I will never accept you as my Luna! You're nothing but a fucking slut! You will never earn my respect," he declared, but instead of feeling hurt, I just went numb. If he didn't want me, then so be it. I no longer cared. I had other things to fix and take care of. I didn't need any more destruction. I would accept it as just one more pain.

"Then reject me."

I told him to reject me without any emotions. I didn't want to complicate things further, so it was better to just end the conversation. However, I was taken aback by his unexpected actions. Suddenly, I found myself trapped in his body, feeling the heat emanating from his flesh.

He decided to insult me, calling me derogatory names and threatening to harm me physically. He believed that his words would affect me, but I was completely numb. Nothing could destroy me anymore, and if he wanted to destroy me, I didn't mind. If he wanted to kill me, then so be it.

I decided to play along with his game. I told him that if he wanted to have his way with me, he would have to pay. After all, I make a living by letting others do as they please with me. If he wanted to destroy what I used for my livelihood, then he would have to compensate me for it. That way, I could sustain myself in this world.

I didn't need his acceptance or his opinion. To me, he was just another customer for the night. He was just another creature who enjoyed judging others as if it was essential for his existence.

He seemed surprised by my response as if I was some kind of alien or unknown creature. I confidently declared that I was a slut, a bitch, a whore, or whatever he wanted to call me. I gave him the choice to either reject me outright or have his way with me before rejecting me. He smirked, and I couldn't help but feel nervous about his reaction. It wasn't hatred that I saw in his eyes, but rather curiosity. And that's what I despised the most.

People have always taken advantage of me, and honestly, I don't want anyone prying into my life anymore. It's easier if they just walk away because anyone can hurt you deeply. Sometimes, when you sense the pain coming, it's wiser to keep your distance from that individual.

"Okay, if you just stay quiet, I'll leave now. If you're ready, come find me." But before I could go, he grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Why are you so nervous? Did you see something in my eyes?" His voice sounded different, and his eyes were shining brightly, making me feel uneasy.

This isn't good.

"If you don't reject me, I'll do it so we can go our separate ways."

He chuckled and gently touched my left cheek. I held my ground, refusing to show any emotion.

"You're a mystery, and you've finally caught my attention. Listen here, you slut. I'll have my way with you before marking you as mine forever. I want to see all the memories you hold and uncover every secret. And I'll make sure you bore me an heir." His words left me breathless.

Danger.

Voices and lights seemed to swirl in my mind.

It's dangerous, damn it!

Realizing my mistake, I needed to escape from here.

"Let go of me. Don't you hate the fact that you're holding a paid woman? Weren't you almost disgusted when you found out I was the one you were paired with?"

One of his hands roamed around my neck.

"I won't let you go. I know I said something earlier, but I've changed my mind. It'll be fun to tame you, and I have many ways to do that. I'll pleasure you until you scream, as my shaft explores every corner of your warm depths. I'll make sure you crave more as my seed fills you up."

My head screams just like that.

Run.

My wolf whimpers, loving his words, but I'm not. I'm angry, and I need to run.

"Scared now?"

I quickly use my long nails to scratch his chest before attempting to kick him where it hurts. But he grabs me immediately and spins me around.

Now, I can feel his hot breath on my neck, and fear courses through me. Screw this guy!

I wish I hadn't opened my mouth.

"Trying to escape, huh? Why is that, you little slut? Are you hiding something?" he whispers, licking my bare shoulders.

"I don't have any secrets! But I want to get away from a psycho like you!" He presses his body against my back, and that's when I feel his hard masculinity behind me. His shaft dangerously poking at my butt, and I'm terrified of what he might do.

"This psycho will f*ck you, you little slut!"

I don't want him to possess me! It's now or never.

"No way, King!" I growl, and without hesitation, I let myself embrace the transformation. He's taken aback by my decision and steps back, watching as I change into a wolf. My bones crack as they shift into new positions.

Once my transformation is complete, he takes a deep breath and notices the unique hue of my fur. I let out a fierce howl before swiftly fleeing.

He will never catch me.

Suddenly, I hear him howl as well, but I continue to run even faster.

"You can't escape, you slut!" he snarls. "You belong to me."

No. I'm not.