#Chapter 4 Trapped

King Harvey carries me back to the castle. He says nothing and I know his stone face is proof that I insulted him by running away.

The moonlight softly highlights his sharp high cheekbones and stone jaw. A soft smattering of stubble dances across his face. His brown eyes glow a soft gold.

His brown hair is well combed and clean, short, and contained.

The rumors of his ugly appearance must have had to do with his cold heart.

King Harvey is rather handsome and if he wasn’t a werewolf, maybe… I’d like to have a relationship with him.

The truth stands, he could kill me in a glance with the hand he is using to hold his wine glass.

All of this is because of the mess Gamma Kevin put me in yesterday.

I have been reduced to nothing but a living, breathing tool to relieve his heat.

I didn’t expect my escape to be thwarted by King Harvey himself. Nor did I expect him to take me so lightly into his private chambers.

The white walls are pristine, but the immense queen-sized bed covered by red velvet covers and pillows seems to go on forever.

I did not expect that when I tried to escape, I would run directly into his awaiting warm embrace.

What are the consequences of having King Harvey know that I want to run away?

Maybe I will be locked away in a filthy, grimy cell overflowing with disease riddled rats.

I try again, having nothing to lose. Tears continue to flow down my face, and he wipes them away diligently.

“Please, please! Let me go home, my sister is waiting for me!”

My father is a demon when drunk and he will not take any care of my sister and I. If I die, my sister will have no one.

For her, I must find a way to survive this.

King Harvey’s footsteps halt and I look up at him cautiously.

There is no spark of rage in his face, his gaze wavers.

I have a glimmer of hope and I want to keep begging, but a female voice cuts in.

“King Harvey, I’m sorry I’m late!”

It’s the young maid, rushing. When she saw King Harvey hold me, her face falls and she cursed.

“Who made you leave her?!” She glares at me with gritted teeth, fangs gleaming.

I bit my lower lip and said nothing. I know my place. In this pack ruled by werewolves, I am at the very bottom and this maid can reprimand me.

Seeing this is the territory of werewolves, they can kill me anytime. I only breathe because of the man behind me. I need to have sex with him in three days to relive his heat, and then the werewolves will tolerate me forever.

Currently, I have failed to escape and frustrated him.

“You stupid human!”

“Shut up!”

King Harvey interrupts the maids. “The wounds on your back are worse. Didn’t I ask you to take care of her?”

His steel tone takes me back, I thought he was mad at my escape. Why is he fretting over my wounds?

The young maid gasps, then glares at me resentfully. “King Harvey, I have done my best to look after her, she fell out of bed by herself. She has been making things difficult and bossing us around because she is your mate. Doris can back me up!”

I grip the sheets tightly in fear.

It’s ridiculous, the maid who was arrogant before seems to be in fear now. This is a poor lie.

King Harvey growls. “How dare you lie to me?” King Harvey glances at the maid in front of him and snarls. “Do you know what your punishment will be?”

The maid bows her head instantly and sniffles. “King Harvey, I am wrong, and I will never do it again.”

Unmoved, King Harvey moves his hand to drag the maid down in front of him.

I can’t breathe.

This is King Harvey, the strongest werewolf in the world, who can decide life and death with a simple wave of the hand.

“No, no, I escaped on my own! Please!” I cry out.

Will he torture me, and how? Will I never see my sister again?

“How is your wound, human?” King Harvey looks me dead in the eyes and I am grateful there is no ice in his eyes.

“It hurts, King Harvey…” I bow my head and remain submissive.

I must remain truthful around him, he hates lies.

King Harvey presses me to the bed, and I gasp in cold fear.

King Harvey is so strong, I’m at his mercy like a doll. He turns me over so my back was facing him, and his body presses against me.

“King Harvey…?”

As my dress was torn apart, the shock of the cold midnight air blowing against my back. It feels like a blowtorch. I jump and hiss at the pain.

“N…No!” I cry out as the severe pain made me thrash against him nonstop.

I feel the wounds on my body open and gush blood, stinging as I sob bitterly.

“Don’t move!” He growls, ignoring my pain and taking both my hands in one of his.

I hope he will stop, but he continues to rip at my dress.

Will he take my virginity now?

I can’t handle werewolf sex as a human, and I am bruised.

I will be fucked to death by him!