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The Witch & Lycan Prince

The Witch & Lycan Prince

Elliot
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Werewolf
2 Chapters
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Fantasy
Pregnancy
Love at first sight
Royalty
Witch/Wizard
Lust/Erotica
Arrogant/Dominant
Noble
Romance

I was only 7 years old when I saw my entire family massacred. I was just a child, but those yellow fangs still tore the throats of everyone I loved, and those eyes, so similar to the red of the blood that flowed from my family - stared at me while the king spoke. "Take her away. This child must be kept in the dungeon with the rats and forgotten by humanity," he said those words and then left. He left me in a dark, cold place, in complete emptiness, and I never knew why all the happiness abandoned me, at least... not until those bars opened and a man smiled at me with his hand extended. "Do you want to avenge the king?" Amon asked me. "Then come with me, and I promise you that old man's head is all yours." He promised me, and that same night, I discovered that Amon Lykaios always keeps his promises, even when they involve killing his father.

Chapter 1 Promise

I still remember perfectly the night my life was destroyed.

My parents were laughing, they were talking about my school presentation and how amazing I looked in that little pink tutu that made me look like a real ballerina. (And that was one of their good lies).

Yes. I wanted to be a ballerina, I wanted that when I was seven years – and when I could still dream, but that same night the door of our house was knocked down and a wolf with reddish fur and ruby ​​eyes invaded.

He sank his fangs into my father's arm, who, with all his strength, tried to stop him from approaching, he tore his throat so quickly that I barely had time to cry, and his yellow teeth had already torn my mother in half. Jared – my little sweet 3-year-old brother, was like an appetizer, I saw him torn apart, devoured.

My body didn't move, and my eyes wouldn't allow me to cry, but that monster made me watch – he was staring at me -, static against the wall while everyone I loved was brutally and sadistically killed.

I was a child, a sweet child, and it was on that night of October 31st that my innocence and my life – were stolen from me.

"Take her, this child must be kept in the dungeon with the rats and must be forgotten by humanity," he ordered, still in his wolf form and as good soldiers, two wolves became men in front of my eyes – and dragged me out of there.

I was thrown into darkness and left to my fate in a dungeon that smelled of feces, decomposing bodies, and dead rats. There was no food, no bed, not even a human voice to comfort me – I was alone.

In the first week inside that place, I thought I would go crazy.

In the second week, hunger made my stomach churn, and the pain was so strong that I wondered if death wouldn't be a good option, if in the end..., he hadn't been merciful with my parents and my little brother.

In the third week, I cried.

The pain was not as strong as it had been before, and thirst seemed much harder to deal with. At that time, I didn't even know that a human being was unable to survive more than five days without water.

It was only in the fourth week –, that a guard descended to the dungeon, and I remember hearing his footsteps as he threw something into the cells. It was..., "Food."

I don't remember thinking twice before shoving that disgust into my mouth, before forcing it down my throat and trying to convince my body that it was the best option. It was..., "Food."

I got used to the delay, I got used to hunger, pain, and the company of rats that sometimes tried to bite me or steal my "food." I got used to the guards' steps and started to identify them, gave them a name, and maybe this was one more attempt not to go crazy – but none of this made a difference, after all... time passed outside, and all I hoped for was the moment my body would give up, and my end would come – as it had come for my parents, but to my total misfortune, an order from the Lycan king was practically immutable, and his order for me was not death but... forgetting.

After 10 years, the world had already forgotten me.

I had already forgotten, and the child I had been..., seemed too distant, and it was on a night – like the one my life was destroyed – that the bars of my cell were opened, and I saw a human face for the first time in 10 long years.

"Hello, sweet," a male voice, both sweet and masculine, called to me. "I can't believe that old man did it," he said, but in his eyes, I could see a slight glimmer of... happiness.

My mouth opened, but the truth was, I didn't even remember how to speak.

"Who...?"

That was all I could manage to murmur, my throat screaming from the effort it took to get that one word out in a hoarse, guttural tone.

"Who am I?" The man laughed, a low, lively laugh, a sound I hadn't heard in over ten years. "If names matter so much to you, you can call me Amon."

He took a step into my cell, and his eyes sparkled like two rubies in the moonlight. It was a familiar glow, one that made my entire body shiver and freeze, but unlike the threats and blood I received on the night my life was destroyed, now - Amon extended his hand to me like a knight lost in time or a historical book, but on his lips was a mischievous smile that rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you want to take revenge on the king?" Amon asked me, his tone seductive, like the serpent that tempted Lilith in paradise. "Then come with me, and I promise you, that old man's head is all yours," he promised me, and although an unknown voice in my mind screamed that it could all be a trap... the thirst for blood that rose in my throat was much stronger than it.

"Revenge..." I said as I held Amon's hand and let him pull me up, closer.

"Great," he said with a huge smile. "I'll give you your revenge, sweet... and in return, I'll only ask you for a favor."

"A favor," resonated in my mind. So... there was a price, something to be charged.

"Revenge... for a... favor..." I forced myself to say as if I was asking him if he understood, and Amon smiled.

"Exactly," he purred. "Let's say you'll have the blood, and I'll have the gold."

I wish I could say that I considered not accepting, that I questioned or even hesitated to answer, but the truth was that my lips arched in a way that I didn't even remember how to make them rise in a smile that didn't seem like mine.

I just... accepted, because blood was all I wanted.

The blood of that damned Lycan king.

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