The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 139

CELINE

I didn't even think twice before forcing the shift, but surprise, surprise—I couldn't summon my Alpha wolf.

"Mía! What the hell are you doing?!"

"It’s the whip! It must be enchanted, Aaaggg! I CAN’T SHIFT!"

My wolf roared inside me. I kicked wildly in every direction, struggling on the ground to get up, but the blows, kicks, and punches rained down on my body.

"You filthy vampire bitch, you asked for it the hard way!"

"Rip her clothes off—I'm going to enjoy breaking her!"

"Aagagrr, Aahahh!" My claws dug into anyone who dared to lean down to strip me, but soon my wrists were pinned above my head, my legs pried apart.

My face snapped to the side with a brutal slap that nearly knocked me unconscious.

I bit my tongue, swallowing more blood as a kick landed hard against my ribs and stomach.

The whip wrapped around my thigh like a venomous snake, tightening more and more.

But I would resist until death—I wouldn't end up like my mother. I wouldn’t allow it. I’d rather die first!

"Mía, you're an Alpha—fight harder, PUSH HARDER… this spell belongs to a low-rank mage!"

I urged my wolf, hearing the tearing of my clothes. My swollen eyes struggled to focus, and I fought against the darkness threatening to consume me.

"Someone’s coming, Celine, people are coming!"

She warned me without stopping the fight, but we were too weak.

Mía hated my vampire blood as much as I did, but one undeniable fact remained—I needed to feed on that vital liquid.

However, I resisted it.

I tried burying those instincts deep inside me. Still, moments like this reminded me how much stronger I could be if I fed regularly instead of waiting until I was nearly desiccated, and Quinn had to force me to drink from him.

"What the hell?!"

"Shit, it's the sorcerer patrol looking for slaves!"

"Run! Leave the woman!"

Their sudden shouts and the commotion filled the night. The forest moved as if a large group was approaching.

I struggled to sit up amidst the torches and chaos, barely able to see anything.

Coughing blood, with several broken ribs, I clenched my teeth in agony, trying to free myself from the whip abandoned around my thigh.

"Come on, come on," I muttered, desperately clawing at the bindings. "I did it..."

I was about to shift and run like hell when a shadow blocked the little light I had.

"Don’t think you’re getting out of this," I looked up weakly, barely focusing on the vicious eyes of the man from the tavern.

Before I could react, he grabbed my head and slammed his knee into my face.

The sickening crunch of my broken nose, the rush of blood, the searing pain—then nothing. I blacked out, left at their mercy.