The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

I hadn't expected this development. But considering what he had done to me so far, I quickly understood what he was about to do next.

"Fuck off, you damn vampire!"

I struggled desperately against my binds, but they only seemed to tighten even more around my wrist. I soon felt a stinging pain, and I knew that I had cut my skin.

Lee grabbed me by the jaw and tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck. "Stay still, now. I promise, you will like this."

Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I hated feeling trapped and helpless. I would have preferred dying in a fight.

Rather than be turned into a vampire, I'd rather die an immediate death.

Lee paused to take in my miserable expression, his lips stretching out in a satisfied smile. "The more pain you experience now, the more joy you will feel later. Don't worry, I don't expect gratitude from you. You werewolves are a savage lot. It's much, much better to be a vampire. Class and elegance are imprinted into our genes."

despicable monsters who only know how to take advantage of those who are weaker than you! I refused to be reduced to such an unprincipled creature! Just kill me right here and now! I you even have the guts to do so, that is." I was getting hysterical, and my body was on fire. Every muscle in my

"No, I'm not letting you. You

sank his fangs into

of blood filled the air as the red liquid spilled

but scream. The pain overrode my reason, but it was momentarily. Soon, it was replaced by a surging wave of pleasure. I felt like I was high up in the air, floating in ecstasy. It was so much more bliss than I could handle that

was spent, to

It was as though I had been suddenly thrust into a dark void. I stared blankly at the roof, unable to form

who I was, where I was... what kind of situation I was

body temperature drop. Perhaps

felt like an eternity, Lee finally stopped. My eyes started to focus, and my mind gradually became

lovingly stroked the wounds

in

surrender yourself to my control, and you will answer my every beck and call." I felt like time was moving in slow motion, like I was wading through thick mud. I could barely make

real pity that I can't suck you dry. I'll have to take care of you if I want you to serve me for a long

grasping for something

sense of self. As soon as I