The Lycan Series
Bullied By The Lycan King Chapter 35

Axel's

POV

I sat in my office, drinking the third bottle of wine for the day. I made sure it wasn't berry based -anything but those.

I convinced myself that it was that dreadfully intoxicating taste of berries that had made me do what I did to Violet.

I couldn't even face her.

She was a princess. Human or not, I should have never taken her like that. She deserved better. I should have given her better.

Of all the things she did for me when I was still with her parents, I shouldn't have paid her back like this.

"But you liked it," my wolf whispered, causing a shift in the chaos that was in my mind.

The flashbacks suddenly flooded me. Her body felt just like I had imagined and more.

Her skin was the softest I had ever felt and she tasted like the same fucking fruits that I condemned for my actions.

"Fuck!" I hissed as my cock started throbbing again.

I should probably go fuck one of my women before my stupid c**k led me back to Violet.

Violet...

She was torturing me even now. I was so foolish, I thought that if I got a taste of her body, I would be freed from her beautiful clutches. But I had lied to myself.

The yearning and crazy intense cravings I had for her only grew stronger the moment I tasted her.

Her p***y was so tight that just thinking about it made me shiver with need.

"Stop it, Axel!" I cursed out loud. The more rational part of taking charge.

I shouldn't be thinking about that. I should rather think about how I was going to make it right. I stole her dignity. I made her a cheap woman in the eyes of men. I should fix it before she got hurt by someone else. I ran my fingers through my hair and hissed.

How could I fix the errors my wolf had made when I had been avoiding her?

"Don't blame me for what we both wanted!" My wolf hissed in my head.

"Shut up!" I retorted and got off the chair I occupied to go get a new bottle of wine.

The alcohol was helping to numb the desire in my loins-and ultimately helping me stay sane at least that was what I wanted to believe.

But as I was about to pull the fourth bottle out of the wine bar, a firm hand stopped me.

"I think you have had enough," Greg's baritone voice said.

I turned to him with narrowed eyes and let out a soft growl.

"You can as well kill me now if you wish but you won't get a fourth bottle. Hilda told me and I refused to believe it until I saw it with my own two eyes! What is wrong with you!" He didn't raise his voice he never did but his voice, despite the tone, caused the same damage.

I let out a soft groan as I let the bottle I had picked drop back into its place.

"It's the only thing helping me stay fucking sane you know..." I muttered as I returned to my seat.

"I don't know who told you that alcohol made a man stay sane... because I never did and your father, Talon, will never tell you such a thing either!"

The mention of my father's name was like the splash of water to a cackling flame. I sobered up at once and felt even worse in seconds.

Without a word, I moved to my sit and practically let my body fall into it.

"It's obvious there is something that troubles you, Axel. What is it?" Greg probed.

I considered telling him exactly what happened between Violet and me but I couldn't bring myself to openly confess to such a crime -even to Greg.

"I'll give an illustration," I said after much thought.

Greg moved to a seat opposite mine and sat down with his focus entirely placed on me.

"A friend of mine bought a royal as a slave and took them to his house... Then one day, he gets drunk and forces his way with her..." I looked up at him to see if he was following.

His wise eyes were straight with no inclination of what he was thinking but he was following.

"He takes her virginity... Forcefully and now she is doomed to remain a slave forever despite her former status," I shrugged trying to seem carefree but speaking about what I had done, weighed down on me like a heavy mammal deep in the forest had been thrown up on me. "What do you think should be done in such a case?" I asked.

Greg took his time before answering. I watched as his eyes darkened while he took in all the words I had said and my wolf tugged.

"This slave," he began, "is she a werewolf or a human royal?"

I didn't know what he was getting at but the question itself seemed to have opened up a can and I became defensive.

"Aren't you the one who always preaches to me against discrimination?" I snarled.

His brows raised. He was stunned at the sudden change in my behavior.

"It doesn't matter what she is. What matters is that she got hurt and deserves a sort of retribution!"

"I didn't argue that, I only asked to know what might be done."

"That's uncalled for! The same judgment should be given for both offenders. Remember when we started this, I promised my people that I will be a fair ruler-"

I paused seeing the questioning glares he was giving me and I rephrased my sentence.

"Yes, I am a bit hard on them but I do not give meaningless punishment, I try my best to be fair to all creatures," I added.

Greg nodded and then adjusted in his seat. "A bit hard is an understatement but I understand now." He scooted the edge of the chair and looked into my eyes. "Since royals have the chance to be vindicated depending on how the captor feels about them, the female will have to be freed..."

I frowned at this suggestion. There was no f*****g way in hell, I would let Violet go.

"But..." He continued and my fury paused to hear what he would say next.

"...since her dignity was snatched away so brutally, ruining her chances of a better life outside his walls... the best thing will be to mate with her," he said.

My heart made a funny movement in my chest and I quickly got up.

"Mating with her is out of the question! Humans and werewolves should never mate!"

"I beg to differ, your mother and father made an exceptional pair," Greg put in.

Touché.

"My mother was a special kind of human. She wasn't even completely human! She had the blood of a Lycan in her veins!" I retorted, refusing to agree with him.

"Your father would have never known that if he didn't give her a chance." His comebacks were swift and I was beginning to feel like he was enjoying this more than he should have.

I sealed my lips and focused on my direction. I refused to let my mind linger on thoughts that could only remind me of Violet but my mind failed me.

She was exactly the thing it focused on.

I couldn't accept her as my mate. That would make her my Luna. How could I live with her knowing her parents destroyed my family?

"Are you going to drink again?" Greg hissed and I sent a death glare his way.

"I am just taking water!" I growled as I got to the corner of the office and pulled open the fridge. I took out a bottle of water and drank it in one go.

"Hmmm, I see... You had your way with Violet," he said and I could no longer look him in the eye.

My anger and defensive mode were still present but I found myself weak to deny his claims.

"You shouldn't feel so bad about it, it was bound to happen, Axel," he added in a long heave.

My eyes immediately snapped up to him.

"Do I now have the word rapist painted across my face?" I hissed, my anger managing to slice through the surface.

Greg shook his head.

"You can't refuse nature. Your wolf has been drawn to her since the very beginning. You will only continue to hurt her if you keep denying the pull..."

He got up and started moving to the door. "So, no Axel. You are not a rapist. You are a man painfully attracted to a beautiful woman that your wolf craves... I will say, mate. But you will probably call me crazy."

My eyes only narrowed as I watched him with a cold glare. Every word he said was the very thing I wanted to forget.

"Do the right thing, Axel. Do not punish yourself for things the goddess obviously fated together..." With that, he pulled out the door and walked out.

"Fuck!" I cursed, throwing the bottle at his lingering aura.