Chapter 2 The Mark Of The Lycan King

• Seraphina’s POV
• The rage potion coursed through my body, and I groaned in pain.
• I had lost my mind, feeling as if every drop of blood in my veins was on fire.
• So hot.
• So painful.
• I ran barefoot through the cold, rugged forest, sharp stones and broken branches cutting my feet, but I felt no pain.
• The only thing I could feel was the evil, lustful breath of the two rogues behind me, getting closer and closer.
• “Damn it!”
• “Chase her! Don’t let her escape!”
• Their voices were filled with wicked desire, making me sick.
• I couldn’t let them catch me, not even in death!
• I didn’t know where I was, only that it wasn’t part of the Sterling Pack.
• There was a strong, unfamiliar scent in the air, carrying a terrifying pressure.
• This made me even more scared.
• Just as I was about to collapse from exhaustion, the foul smell behind me nearly brushing my back,
• “Awoo,”
• A powerful wolf’s howl suddenly tore through the night sky!
• The sound carried the aura of a king, absolute dominance radiating from it, making the entire forest tremble.
• The two rogues chasing me stiffened, stopping in their tracks.
• For the first time, fear appeared in their eyes.
• Then, a white lightning bolt shot out from the depths of the dense forest!
• It was a wolf.
• A wolf I had never seen before, so huge that it took my breath away.
• Its size was nearly twice that of an ordinary werewolf, its snowy white fur shimmering with silver light in the cold moonlight, pure and majestic.
• Its golden vertical pupils were cold and ruthless, exuding the arrogance of a king. One glance was enough to make the two rogues tremble in fear.
• “It’s… it’s… the Lycan King…”
• Before one of the rogues could finish his sentence, the white wolf moved.
• Its speed was so fast that it left only a blur.
• I heard two piercing screams, followed by the horrifying sound of flesh being torn apart and bones crushed.
• Blood sprayed like a fountain, staining its white fur and the surrounding grass red.
• The two rogues, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, were powerless against it, torn to pieces in an instant.
• The thick smell of blood filled the air, churning in my stomach.
• The white wolf slowly turned, its golden eyes falling on me.
• It came toward me, step by step, with a steady pace.
• Surprisingly, I didn’t feel scared.
• From it emanated an incredibly pure and powerful scent.
• That scent instantly struck my chaotic soul.
• The raging potion inside me seemed to find an outlet, becoming even more frantic.
• I wanted him.
• I needed him.
• Under my gaze, the huge white wolf’s body began to change.
• Bones cracked, muscles reshaped visibly, and the snow-white fur gradually faded, revealing human skin.
• In seconds, the majestic wolf became a naked man.
• It was him.
• Damien Volkov.
• The Alpha of the Volkov Pack, above all werewolf tribes, the man known as the “Lycan King.”
• Moonlight outlined his perfect, powerful body, well-defined muscles and blocky abs extending gracefully into a narrow waist…
• Full of primitive, explosive beauty.
• He walked toward me, each step echoing in my chest like a heartbeat.
• The heat inside me had reached its peak.
• I squinted, sweat dripping down my forehead, my rosy lips bitten tightly, almost bleeding.
• He crouched in front of me, his deep eyes terrifyingly profound.
• I couldn’t hold back anymore.
• I reached out, grabbing his strong arm tightly.
• “Save… me…”
• My consciousness blurred, leaving only the most primal instinct.
• I smiled; my smile full of temptation.
• My body radiated allure, like a fruit waiting to be picked.
• I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing my cheek against his hot chest.
• “Damien…”
• “I’m so hot…”
• “I can’t take it anymore…”
• “Can you help me, please?”
• I murmured, my crimson lips unconsciously kissing his Adam’s apple, moving upward until pressing against his slightly cool lips.
• My kiss was erratic, but it instantly ignited a response in him.
• Damien’s gaze was intense enough to melt me; a dark storm swirled in his eyes as he stared at my desire-controlled face.
• His warm palm slid down my slender back, soothing but firm.
• “Seraphina, are you sure you won’t regret this?”
• I shook my head, murmuring repeatedly, “I won’t regret… I want to make Aiden Sterling regret it…”
• Damien raised an eyebrow. “What? Is there someone else in your heart?”
• I felt his hand stop. The suppressed fire inside me became even more unbearable.
• I looked at him with sorrow and resentment, lips pouting, tears misting my eyes.
• “No… no more… no one else…”
• In my heart, there was no longer that man, Aiden Sterling…
• At my words, Damien’s big hand continued to comfort me. Eyebrows raised, his voice seductive: “Beg me.”
• At this moment, I just wanted him to extinguish this burning desire, but I didn’t know what to do.
• I felt as if this man were teasing me, treating me badly.
• My eyes were full of pleading, fragile and pitiful.
• “Damien… please… have me.”
• The curve of Damien’s mouth finally lifted, rewarding me with a kiss, whispering, “Good girl.”
• I subconsciously licked my dry lips, leaning into his ear to exhale a sweet breath: “I want to give you my first time!”
• Damien’s eyes suddenly lit up, a hint of wickedness and sexiness in his smile. “Alright, I’ll satisfy you.”
• He took charge, grabbing the back of my neck, and kissed me again.
• His kiss was heavy, urgent, invading my lips crazily.
• I felt myself losing all strength, sinking under him.
• I responded eagerly, pressing closer.
• A warm electric current shot through my veins straight to my heart.
• In this moonlit clearing, my dress was easily torn apart.
• The man was like a beast, madly claiming his prey.
• Sounds of extreme passion, mixed with a woman’s soft moans and gasps, echoed in the quiet forest, fading, rising again, and finally pleading.
• …
• I don’t know how much time passed. Exhausted, I finally fell asleep.
• When I woke, I found myself lying on a soft, large bed, covered with a warm silk quilt.
• Damien stood by the bed, already dressed in a clean black shirt.
• He took out his phone and made a call.
• “Half an hour. Come to the villa in the western suburbs.”