Chapter 5

 VERONICA

I shift my gaze away from him while he still looks at me with his furrowed brows. He surely has met me somewhere, but I can swear this is the first time I have seen his face in my entire life. 

 

"Who was blaring about food a while ago?" He finally got hold of himself and asked questions. 

 

Everywhere was dead silent as his deep, authoritative voice echoed. Even the growls and noises I hear from the other rooms have seized. I looked around to witness the accusing glare everyone gave me. I try to remind them with a coded signal from my face expression that "I did it all for us" and so they should not hand me over to him. 

 

 

"The girl over there, with the long hair and oval face," one chubby girl points at me. I knew I had long hair, but I never knew my face was oval; I always thought it was just a circle. After all, I have only had the opportunity to look at my reflection in not very clean water. I swallow hard, trying to hide my face. It wasn't so difficult for me to get caught. 

 

I scoff and steal a deadly glance at the girl, who seemed too excited to have pointed me out. She is probably hoping to get a special treatment from the Lycan. 

 

 

I got a cold glare from him, which almost made my head spin from dizziness.

 

"Come with me," his husky voice commands. I hesitate to follow him, but it's not like I have the option not to. Once he left, I stole a wicked glance at the chubby girl while she looked away. Scared! ... 

 

I won't move an inch. After all, he's gone. But I have to wait a little while to make sure he has gone back to his chambers or whatever.

 

Before I can even think more about what to do with the chubby girl, two hefty men come back and drag me along with them. I tried to hesitate, but they were way too powerful for me to overcome. 

 

"Let me be; I can walk on my own," I insist. 

 

 

"Little girl.  "I see you crave death!" One of them says it with furrowed brows and a harsh tone. 

 

"It's better you bury me where you buried my ancestors." "I'd rather die in freedom than live in shackles," I say confidently, releasing my hands from their grip. Maybe I have been possessed; I feel that I give a kind of energy that only those capable of having high status and magic could ever dream of. The sweetest part is that I am not scared a bit by what they do. 

 

kind of shocked, although they try to hide it as much from me. They look at each other like they are trying to communicate or something. Then, the next thing, one of them moved to my back while the other was at my front. 

 

It's annoying yet surprising. There is probably an escape route here, and he was probably trying to prevent me from finding out something. 

 

The guy before me starts to move, and I followed suit; I can hear the footstep of the one behind me clearly enough.

 

 

I followed them to the main castle. I try to be alert as I am walking, constantly looking out for a clue or any secret passage.

 

As I am being escorted through the winding corridors of the Lycan castle, I can't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of the place. The walls were made of stone and seemed to stretch up endlessly towards the ceiling, which was so high that I had to strain my neck just to catch a glimpse of it.

 

The air was thick with the scent of burning candles, and the light that flickered from them danced across the walls, creating intricate patterns that seemed to come alive as I passed by. The castle was dark and foreboding, yet at the same time, there was something undeniably beautiful about it.

 

I could attest to this because of a few of their poor omegas who lived among us and whom I have stalked countless times. The castle was a bigger testament to their skill. Every inch of the walls was adorned with intricate carvings and ornate designs that spoke of a bygone era, one where artistry and beauty were valued above all else.

 

I can't help but stare. It surprisingly makes me calm and happy, like I have never been for the past eight hours.

 

As we continued down the corridor, I caught glimpses of grand halls filled with chandeliers and tapestries that must have been worth a fortune. The floors were made of marble, and the columns that supported the ceilings were so tall that they seemed to disappear into the darkness above.

 

Despite my current predicament, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the majesty of the place. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to experience it, even if it was as a prisoner.

 

Eventually, we arrived at the throne room, where the Lycan king sat on his throne, surrounded by his courtiers. The room was even more impressive than the rest of the castle, with high vaulted ceilings and walls that were adorned with golden decorations.

 

As I stood before the king, I couldn't help but be struck by the attractive surroundings and the poverty of my own life. It was a humbling experience and one that I knew I would never forget, no matter what fate awaited me.

 

I stand and keep staring around, especially at the high walls and magnificent chandelier above the king's head, but then I am gently tapped at my back. I didn't need a seer to tell me that it was one of those men who led me here. I glared at him, but his gaze was down and his knees were bent. I turn to my right to discover that the other guy is also in the same position. I look around; everyone else is gone except me. 

 

I make an attempt to get myself in that same position, but on second thought, it doesn't feel right. What if they just did it out of stupidity or submissiveness, or because they were punished? I can't come and join them! I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest. 

 

Everyone looks at me like the "dumb girl," but that still didn't change anything. 

 

I only wanted to see the face of the man who had torn my life into pieces and taken everything away from me—the only family I ever had. 

 

 

However, I knew I was in danger the moment the king's head swiveled to address "US" and me especially. but before I could catch a glimpse of him, I was dragged hurriedly out of the room. I bet he didn't see me either. 

 

"Just fucking leave me alone!" I keep on screaming, but my mouth is closed by his huge palms. I struggled hard, but it was futile; his other palm held my waist so tightly that I felt my heart sink. 

 

He got into the first room in the hallway and then locked the door behind him. I see the expression in his eyes, which makes me wonder whether he actually just saved me. 

 

"Get your..."  I say A few seconds later when his palms leave my mouth, unexpectedly my mouth was shut with a warm kiss...