The Forced Breeder of the Lycan King

I woke up to a throbbing headache, my arms and legs felt numb. I looked around and realized that I was in a dimly lit room, and the smell of damp earth filled my nostrils. I was terrified, I couldn't believe that my reality was hitting back to back at me. My poor little hut. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a group of werewolves barged into the room. They were large and menacing, their eyes were glowing in the dark. They circled around me, and I could hear them growling softly. I shuddered at their growling and the thought of being held captive by werewolves, struck me. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice trembling. One of them, a tall and muscular werewolf with silver fur, leaned closer and sniffed my hair. "We have a proposition for you, and not to hurt you, human. You have been chosen by our Lycan King, Alpha Liams Frederick, the dangerous lord of all packs." I gasped in horror as the full weight of the situation hit me, just at the complete mention of that name.

I couldn't believe that I was really here, living among Lycans. I had heard stories about their society, but experiencing it firsthand was a whole different ball game for me. It sounded more like a joke to know that I was now living in the pack as Liams' breeder. The rules and customs of the werewolf society were completely foreign to me, and I felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells. As the days went on, I did my best to adapt. I spent my days assisting Annel, the new and only friend I had made here since my arrival, in her duties, and in my free time, I tried to learn as much as I could about the pack's traditions and cultures. However, it wasn't easy. There were so many unwritten rules and expectations that I struggled to keep up with each day. I was walking through the pack's headquarters when I saw a man walking towards me. He had a stern look on his face, and his eyes seemed to be analyzing every inch of me. I recognized him as Harvey Orlan, Liams' beta. I had heard s

As I prepared for the evening, I couldn't stop thinking about Alpha Liams and what he wanted to discuss with me. Part of me was excited, but the other part of me was scared of the unknown. "Are you okay, Dresh?" Annel asked as she helped me pick out an outfit for the evening. "I'm fine," I replied, trying to sound confident. Annel gave me a knowing look. "Don't worry too much. Just be yourself and everything will be fine." I nodded, grateful for her words of encouragement. I turned to look at her, "but Annel, what if it didn't turn out well as I planned? What if he decided to take it so rough and hard with me? Don't you think I might die having a Lycan King tearing into my hymen, my unbroken hymen? I think I might not survive this, Annel.." I tried to blink back the tears welling in my eyes, trying to act strong. Annel closed the gap between us completely. "Don't worry like I said, Dresh. Just go and meet him, let him do what he wants, and I promise you, you won't die. Okay?"

Sitting alone in my quarters, hoping to speak with Annel during the early hours of the evening, I just couldn't help but fear for the ache eating my heart up. I was informed that as a breeder to the Lycan King, that very night you're brought into the pack house, that would be the same night that you would have your world attended to sexually but not sensually by the Lycan King himself, within the next 2hrs of one's arrival. But I was so dumbfounded when I waited for the pain to come so I could endure it all at once, Alpha Liams never showed up. He only sent his guards to make sure I was comfortable in the room he had given to me. And last night when I thought it was going to be for the night, terror couldn't let me understand what was happening, and I thought I was going to face it hard from him, but to my greatest shock, he just took it slowly with me. I felt like asking him why he has been so compassionate towards touching me, but I just couldn't brace up to him. Suddenly, my do

I was lost in thought, staring out the window into the vast expanse of the night sky when a loud howl erupted, jolting me out of my reverie. My heart leaped in my chest, and I couldn't help but shiver at the sound. I had heard many howls in my life, but this one was different. It was full of anger and bitterness, and it made me uneasy. Before I could react, Evans burst into the room, his face grim. "That's Alpha Liam's howl," he said, his voice low and urgent. "He's letting everyone know that his breeder is missing, and he's not happy about it." My stomach dropped at the mention of Alpha Liam's breeder. I knew that it was me he was referring to, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. I had left the pack house without a word, without telling anyone where I was going. Maybe if I had been more responsible, Alpha Liam wouldn't be so bitter now. But would he have let me leave just like that? Evans must have sensed my unease because he came over to me and placed a comforting han