The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)

Chapter 1204 Lines Over Runes

Lee's POV:

I basked in the sight of the she-wolf wailing and thrashing in pain.

I caressed her hair as I would a lover and crooned, "Just be patient, hmm? Don't resist it. I'm washing away your sin; the dirty blood you were born with. Surrender your heart to me, and the pain will soon fade away."

The she-wolf closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth.

She must be itching to cut me into pieces and feed me to her pack. Well, that wasn't going to happen. I had secured my bases to deprive her of any chance to fight back. I had this nagging feeling that I wouldn't be able to defeat her should things come to that.

The risk was still there, of course, but I was willing to take it. Otherwise, this wouldn't be fun at all.

I felt a deep sense of fulfillment to tame a prey who had resisted me to the very end. It would bring me great delight when she was finally broken into submission.

I had to admit, though, this she-wolf looked weaker than most. I could have done better when it came to a blood slave. But I wanted to see how Rufus would react when he saw his lover being so obedient to me. The mere thought of it excited me. I couldn't wait to see Rufus face to face again.

The vampires had never regained the upper hand in the last few years. This time, I had to end him once and for all.

A sharp howl of agony pulled me back to the present. "You despicable creature!" the she-wolf screamed. "I will never surrender to filthy vampires or demons pretending to be gods. I will destroy you. I will destroy all of you!"

I frowned in confusion. She should be passed out by now. How was she able to hold out for this long?

Not that it mattered. I was sure she would be unconscious any second now. Turning werewolves into blood slaves required an ancient spell that had been passed down through generations. It was rare for werewolves to break through the transformation once they reached this point of the ceremony.

I pulled a handkerchief out of myThis content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

pocket and dabbed at the beads of sweat on her face. "Whether you accept it or not, you cannot escape your fate. If you hadn't intruded here today you wouldn't be like this right now. Not only is this my gift to you, this is also your punishment for disturbing our peace."

"Rot in hell! I will never give in! You might as well kill me, or I swear, I will kill you!"

The she-wolf was panting. I could tell that she was at the end of her tether, but she still refused to yield. She truly is one tough nut to crack.

I lovingly ran my fingers through her

luscious hair. "I told you, I'm not going to kill you. I will make the best use out of you and drink your delectable blood whenever I fancy., And you can't kill me, either. Once you become my blood slave, you will have no choice but to bend to my will Keep this in mind. Slaves are not allowed to go against their masters." "Bullshit! You're just another sniveling vampire who only knows how to play tricks on others. You think you can control me? How dare you! Stop dreaming!" The

she-wolf glared at me, and the sheer

loathing in her eyes stirred

something in my loins.

It had been a long time since I came across such an interesting prey. I hoped that she would survive long, for a week, at the very least.

"There, now. Be good, okay? You're too hardheaded for your own good." I shook my head and sighed. Then grabbed the dipper and scooped another helping of blood. I threw it at the she-wolf, catching her by

surprise.

As expected, she screamed as the runes I drew on her emitted a soft, red light. They looked like tiny flames licking her skin.

I peered at my masterpiece, my lips stretched into a feral grin. The she-wolfs pain brought me a profound kind of bliss.

It was too bad that this little game of ours would be over soon. A prey in good condition could only last five or six minutes of the transformation ritual, and then they would pass out.

And it was about time for the she-wolf to do just that.

To my shock, the she-wolf continued to flail, and black lines slowly began to appear on her body. One by one, they emerged and covered up my

runes.

I froze in place, struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. This sort of thing only happened once before when I was taming a black witch. Was this she-wolf actually a black witch?