Lycan King’s Unloved Mate By Prachi s

Chapter 24 

Brielle 

“You are whoring around behind my back. And there I’m thinking that you are perfect to become my Luna,” he growled, making my eyes widen. I was right about his intention of not letting me go. “Did you forget that you’re my fiancee and aren’t allowed to have any other man in your life except me?” 

“I think you’ve forgotten that this engagement is nothing but a fake deal that you’re doing just because you can have Raya back in your life.” I came back with a response. I wasn’t defending myself. It was true that I was cheating on my back, but did he forget that he fucked a woman in the car right behind the seat where I was sitting? 

“That doesn’t give you an open license to cheat on me.” 

“Oh, and you have got that license.” I pointed out, and I saw him lunging at me in anger. I quickly moved away, and his head hit the table. “Only an impotent like you can’t handle the truth and raise hands on a woman.” I soon realized that by saying this, I added fuel to his anger. 

He lunged at me again, and I quickly ran outside, but I wasn’t that lucky. He grabbed my legs, making me fall with a loud thud. 

on the 

carpet 

I kicked at his face with my free leg, but he grabbed it too. The more I tried to crawl and move away from him. The more I was failing in front of his grip. 

“I’ll show you whether I’m impotent or not,” he growled. pulling me towards him. My skin crawled in fear, understanding the meaning behind those words. 

I spat on his face for his disgusting behavior. He was shocked to realize what had just happened to him. I used that moment in my favor and hit him. I tried to run away from him again, only to get caught by him again. 

“Help! I screamed, doubting anyone could hear me. 

He threw me, using his inhumane power. I whimpered in pain; my b*dy slammed against the wall, and I fell on the sofa 

below it. 

Before I could recover from the pain, he grabbed my throat. 

“Apologise.” 

“Never,” I hissed, and I kept glaring at him even when his grip on my throat increased with every passing second. I knew he couldn’t risk killing me. He was just scaring me, and it wasn’t working at all. At least not in that way. What was scaring me was his eyes on my breasts, which were rising and falling. 

I hated him for looking at me as if I were a piece of meat. 

I heard the sound of my dress’s fabric getting ripped. I started to fight with him but failed miserably in front of his strength. 

“Apologize, Tears dwelled in my eyes, realizing that if I didn’t apologize to him, then the worst could happen. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“You’re not forgiven,” With that, he pulled my dress down, revealing my n*ked breast in front of his eyes. I gasped, covering it with both my hands. “Now, it’s time to show I’m not impotent.” 

My blood boiled at his words. I wanted to kill this asshole. I struggled to break free and tried to hide my breasts at the 

time. 

“Let me go, asshole!” I screamed when he started removing my hands with his free hand and placed his knee between my legs. 

“Hmm! I can’t wait to scream my name next,” he muttered in amusement, enjoying my state.. “By the way, you shouldn’t call your future inusband an asshole,” he added before slamming his l*ps against mine. I bit his tongue hard when he sl*pped it inside my mouth. 

He whimpered, quickly pulled his l*ps away from me, and slapped me hard. I felt blood in my mouth before his slap, but instead of crying. I laughed before speaking. 

“You will never be my husband. I will kill you before that.” 

At the same time, he snatched my pendant from my n*eck, breaking its platinum chain. 

How dare he? 

He knew that the pendant was given to him by my mother. 

“Then I will make you my slave,” he hissed, brushing his l*ps against mine, not risking getting bitten by me again. I pushed him away, and unlike other times, he went flying in the air until his b*dy hit the ceiling and I saw him falling down. 

I quickly moved away, and his b*dy fell on the sofa. I fixed my torn dress as much as possible. 

“You.” He stopped speaking when his eyes landed on me. I didn’t know what stopped him, but I could smell his fear. 

Hold on, I could smell his emotions. Was my wolf here? 

“Hello?’ 

“Get out,” I said, but I knew it wasn’t me who was speaking. Nor was it 

my 

voice. 

This is not over, Brielle. Get ready to become my slave.”With that, he left my room. I felt lost after all this. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t feel like crying. I looked around, picked up my pendant, and sat in the corner of the room, thinking, What now? 

Nothing came to mind. I tried to talk with my wolf, but I couldn’t feel it 

anymore. 

‘I will fight. I will fight till my last breath, I kept chanting in my mind instead of crying at my fate. I didn’t sleep even a wink last night. 

When Rory came into my room, she gasped at my state. 

I asked her to leave because I didn’t want anyone around. I soon realized that I wasn’t alone until my eyes landed on him. I stayed strong and didn’t cry till now, but because of his simple presence, I couldn’t continue my facade of acting strong 

anymore. 

I hated that he made me feel vulnerable. I watched him come close to me. I watched him kneel in front of me. He touched my feet with both his hands before speaking. 

“I’m waiting for your order, Goddess.” 

Tears dwelled in my eyes again, not expecting him to take my side instead of his brother. 

“I want revenge.” I paused before continuing. “but without bloodshed,” I didn’t want Tristan to die. Maybe because he was Ezekiel’s brother.