The Beast And The Blessed

Six: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

A shiver of satisfaction rushed through me, but the feeling quickly passed as a drop of my pack mate's blood trickled from his grip on the top of my bag and landed on my neck. I tore my eyes away from his, not wanting to offend him further, only to have them land on the mutilated body of my Alpha.

His throat had been torn clean from his body, and he lay limp on the ground with his sobbing mate over him. My first instinct was to find Jake to make sure that he was okay. His father had just been murdered in front of him, and he was now the Alpha. But it wasn't my responsibility anymore. He had Haylee. His Luna.

The king let out another growl that made me want to curl up in a ball and hide away. Perhaps if I had done that instead of running, I wouldn't have been forced into this position.

I had heard horror stories of women who had been chosen as breeders. None of which I wanted to be a part of. To be chosen as one's soulmate was a different story. It was one of love and compassion. But as the beast stared down at me, I felt sick.

This was not going to be a storybook romance. Not with someone who murdered so freely and tore women from their homes and their potential to find their true mates.

I watched with horror as he lifted his other claw, and flicked his fingers toward his men. In an instant, they swarmed the women on their knees, searching for their mate or trying to find one they wanted to breed with.

From what I had heard as a child, the Lycans rarely found their soulmate as they could be of any species. But they had to continue their bloodline, and so, they would select chosen mates, otherwise referred to as breeders once they had given up hopes of finding their fated. The sole purpose of those women mating a Lycan was to produce male heirs to continue the line.

It appeared it would be mine now too.

I could feel his eyes burning into me as he held me up. My legs and arms hung limp as I swung slightly from the hold he had on my bag.

"Oh, good! You already have your things." The female from before said, seeming unafraid of the monster holding me in his grip as she moved next to him. "Best we get on our way then. This pathetic pack doesn't have much to offer."

He had chosen wrong, and he knew it. No one wanted the human, even to breed.

to his pack, I would be demoted to be nothing more than an Omega like I was here. I would have to cook, clean, and would more than likely be beaten until they felt that I knew my place. It would

had the chance to escape. Running from the Lycans would do nothing except assure that I would have a quick death

my gaze down to his chest. The thick fur of his beast did nothing to hide how muscular he was, and I was terrified as he let out a

if he was angered by me second-guessing his decision or if it was because he felt stuck

amongst each other told me that it was time to go, and my feet twitched beneath me as I expected to

run, leading his men. The sight before me as I looked up was terrifying. At least three dozen Lycans ran behind us on their two legs. Their

or angry, he was happy with his head held high and a girl from my pack in his arms, Mira. He didn't have her thrown over

would not get to experience as a chosen mate. I let my

my arm made it throb, but I pushed back any vocalizations of my discomfort. It would do no good to emphasize just

me. The loud echoing noise came from all around me, and I felt the giant's arm tighten in response to my movement. I placed my hands on his lower back, pushing myself up to be able to see what was around me. The city was magnificent with large modern buildings that were decorated with all colors of

forgot I was here against my will. The Goddess surely had blessed their people, and I was in awe of the beautiful sight around me as the king slowed,

the giant Lycans to be roaming the grounds. Instead, I was surprised to see everyone in their skin. Each person seemed fascinated to see their king returning home, but it

bag hanging over the back of my head hide my face. Breeder or Queen, I didn't want anyone to see me like this, thrown over their king's shoulder like a sack of flour while the Lycan several rows back, still held his mate lovingly in his arms, nuzzling

their people lining the road and cheering for their returned men. It was as if they were returning from war, but from what I had heard, finding mates and breeders were just

chest in pride, and

King Killian Amery.

his people, feared

to turn around so I could get a look, but when I began to move his hold only tightened