The Lycan King’s Rejected Soulmate by Fire Sprout

Chapter 23

Avery

After collecting the small tube of pink liquid and the key to the armband on my wrist, my patron led me outside to a high end Lamborghini packed at the rear of the building the auction was held in.

I was not in the mood to fawn on my patron so I looked out of the tinted. windows of the Lamborghini in boredom.

My patron sat by my side.

Since he was very close to me, my senses that had been dulled by the armband noticed that he was a werewolf.

My heart sank.

My worst fears had come true.

My patron was a werewolf and by the look of things, he was a strong and influential werewolf.

My chances of escaping went below the average percent.

My patron did not say his name. He didn’t even say anything to me but I felt like the calm he was exhibiting to me would be the calm before a storm.

My mind tried to come up with solutions to this new twist in my predicament but I still came up blank.

I was entangled with my thoughts so I did not know when we arrived at my patron’s residence.

My patron cleared his throat to bring me out of my thoughts.

I looked down in embarrassment.

I came down from the vehicle as slowly as I could.

It is as if time would slow down if I moved like a snail.

I did not wish to face my situation but there was nothing I could do.

I could not stall forever.

I followed my patron into the huge mansion before us.

The mansion was big on the inside unlike the portable outside appearance it had. Luxurious decorations and furniture came into my sights as I entered.

My patron rang a bell that was beside the door and footsteps sounded.

A plump woman appeared.

She bowed to my patron.

“Teach her the rules of this place. When I need her, I would call for her.” My patron said before he left.

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He did not hand over the key to my armband and the small tube of pink liquid to the new arrival. He brought it with him when he exited.

Immediately my patron left, the ingratiating expression on the woman’s face disappeared and a cold one took its place.

“Follow me.” The plump woman said before she led me through a couple of hallways.

mansion because if I slowed down

reached our

as big as a large window filled the left part

the right side, a building with numerous doors stood.

cages. The postures the girls were

space to move around and the girls in

I felt disgusted.

patron’s overall image because he had attended the Dark Dome’s auction to buy

had a righteous face but

that were in the iron cages was numb.

they did not feel the

sixth sense began giving out warning signs.

a background

girls locked up

that

I won’t show what I was feeling on

sat on the right side of the space

to

your room. We do things in a special way here.”

hear what she has to

place and her words would give me a

given without any questions.” The woman

at her sentence.

to ask or I

look on the woman’s face

look, I knew I had overstepped some kind of invisible boundary. “What is your name?” She asked.

kept my eyes on her, “My

ways we do things here. I don’t know if you have forgotten the first rule I mentioned previously.” The woman spat, “I will

now, you are asking me questions on matters that don’t have any relation with you.” The woman continued and I nodded again.

I don’t think this woman would appreciate any replies or words that comes out

be obedient and subservient to those in higher positions. The last rule is to worship everything Mr. Drake does.

she pointed on the

for when

of her words did not

giving me the same vibes the word ‘patron‘ gave me when I

was named Mr.

“Serve?” I repeated.

wrap my head around what I

when I was sold by the Dark Dome organization, I had hoped for an alternative way to

me like an

what serving Mr. Drake means. It means you have to sleep with him. Simple.” The woman said with

as she left my

door because I was still digesting everything

my heart for Mr. Drake.

to amass girls for his

is an ancient era emperor or king?

at the club Sadie took me to, I wanted to only

sleep

my

the action would turn out to be a futile