The Lycan King's Long Lost Princess
The Lycan King’s Long Lost Princess Chapter 27

Genevieve’s POV:

I wake up in a different place. I’m not longer in the box, But I’m chained to the floor. The ground is cold and wet. It almost looks like a basement. There’s no windows, only a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a string beside it. In front of the bulb are two hooks. There’s stairs in the far end of the room, with a closed door. This place is so unfamiliar.

“Ophelia?” I ask. No response.

My hands and feet ache from the tight shackles. Even with how skinny I am, they are still really tight. I try to shift but I still can’t.

I have a feeling of who kidnapped me. But I haven’t seen him. I’ve only heard voices here and there, not seeing anyone.

I try to squeeze out of the shackles but it’s no use. They won’t budge. I try banging them on the floor, or ripping them up from the floor. All of the sudden the door opens and someone comes downstairs.

“You’re awake. Good. You’ve been out all day.” He said. I don’t recognize him. Though he does smell like he’s from the Blackstone pack.

“Why am I here?” I asked. I scooted closer to the wall behind me as he walks closer to me.

“You thought you could get away from him. You belong to him.” He said. He reached down at me grabbing my chin.

“He will be down shortly. Until then, I’m going to have some fun.” He started removing the chains from the floor. He pulled at them, tugging me across the floor.

“Stand up.” He said. I stand up and he pulls me to the middle of the room. Another man walks in with a box and sets it down. He grabs the chain connected to my left arm.

“What are you doing?” I asked. I’m shivering from the cold of the room. Goosebumps raise on my skin as they pull on the chains. The other man slaps me across the face.

“Shut up sl*t.” He growled, my cheek burning from the connection. A tear rolls down the side of my face.

They place the chains on the hooks and pull me upwards. My feet no longer touching the cold, wet ground. I’m dangling from my wrists. Pain searing from the shackles digging into my skin.

The first man to come in has a long deep scar across his cheek. His dark hair ruffled around. His stare cold. He looks like he’s used to doing these things.

The second man looks almost like him. Rough looking. Deadly eyes.

“Get the whip.” The first man said. The other walks to the box he brought in and pulls out a handle with about 20 ends. They have barbs on them and look painful. The barbs look like they’re silver.

My eyes widen in fear as he walks towards me. He rips my shirt off leaving nothing on me but a bra. They pull off my jeans and look at me.

“Wish I could play with you a little more than this. I bet you feel good.” The first man said.

Bile rises up my throat and I try to hold it back but It’s not working. I spew vomit on the floor. The first man g****s at me and punches me in the stomach.

“That’s f*****g disgusting.” He said. He holds out his hand for the whip and walks around me. His fingers trailing around my body. He stops at my back and I feel a crack of the whip against my back.

I s****m in pain. I’ve been whipped before but this one’s different. The barbs stick into my skin and when he pulls away I feel skin leave along with it. B***d dripping down the back of my legs and onto the floor.

He whips me again and I cry.

“Please. Please. Please. Just stop. I’ll do whatever he wants. I will be his. Tell him. Please.” I beg. I don’t know how long I can take this.

“Oh I’ll tell him. But not until I’ve had my fill.” He says. He whips me again, over and over. Until I can no longer feel it. My eyes staring at the floor blankly. In this moment I’m no longer in my body. I’m floating. Looking down at the destruction of my body as he lashes me over and over.

Finally after I don’t know how many lashes, he stops. He places the whip back in the box and the other man leaves the room. The first man looks up and I see his eyes glaze over.

He walks up to me and grabs my face, making me look at him.

“It seems your mate has shown up demanding you to be returned. Too bad you’re not at the pack house.”

“He will find me. He won’t stop searching until he does. I promise you that. Then you’ll all be dead.” I sneered. I spit in his face and he slaps me.

“We’ll see about that.” He said. He wiped his face and turned on his heel, leaving me there hanging. Bleeding out everywhere.

“I’m going to die here.” I whispered to myself. Tears flowing down my face.

An hour later:

I feel so cold. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. My hands numb from hanging so long. I don’t know if I’m going to make it.

“Goddess. Please. I beg you. Let me die. I can’t take this much longer.” I cried. I cried until I felt reality sleeping and I pass out.

I wake up, but I’m no longer in the chains. My skin no longer bloody. My clothes are as perfect as they were when I first put them on.

I look around and I’m in a forest. The moon shining through the tall trees. I feel a cold breeze on my face, making my nose tickle as my hair touches it.

I hear humming from in front of me. I look around, seeing nothing but trees and darkness. I decide to walk towards the humming.

I come up on a clearing, a giant rock in the middle. There’s a woman sitting on the rock. She’s the one humming. I walk towards her and stop when she’s no longer humming that beautiful tune.

She turns towards me, her beautiful curly red hair flows around her as she looks in my direction. Her sparkly, golden eyes glow piercing my soul. Her face beautifully sculpted, she opens her mouth and speaks to me.

“My child.” She said.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“You called to me. Your sorrow and pain have pulled me to you. I am here for you.”

“Moon goddess?”

“Yes, my child. I know you are hurting. But you must fight. You are not meant to perish so soon. I know it’s hurts, but you must. You are a very special girl. I have many plans for you. Fight.” She said. She steps down the rock and comes towards me.

“I can’t. It’s too much. He won’t find me, alpha Jaden will kill me first.” I said. A tear falls down my face. She pushes away the tear with her thumb.

“You can. I know you’ve been through so much. I promise it will get better. He will find you. The mate bond will pull him back to you.” She said. She kissed my forehead and turned around.

“Fight. You can do it. Your love is waiting for you.” As soon as she finished speaking it all fades away.