My sweet, Tyrant Lycan Mate

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Curious Little Lamb Zack's POV

Sometimes I wondered why the Goddess decided to curse me. Why couldn't I have been born normal

like my other lycan brothers and sisters? Instead, the Fire Wolf that existed in me had been tormenting

me for as long as I could remember.

I retreated to the large pool that sat in the middle of the main palace.

The water blessed by the full moon was the only thing that could ever calm the Fire Wolf, offering some

peace from being irritable all day.

The Fire Wolf's existence meant that I burned internally and externally; it physically hurt me to even be

awake some days. On top of that, I had to hear their complaints, their whining.

I had to be reminded that they were never satisfied.

I either needed to appease their restless soul by hunting down someone innocent or by soaking in the

moon-blessed pool.

I took in a deep breath and opened my eyes to see Cerberus walking up to me. My loyal monster of a

pet lay at the edge of the pool and bent down to greet me.

I rubbed his head. "Foolish girls will need to try harder than that if they want my blood”

I grabbed a knife that I had stashed in my pants pocket and sliced my palm. Blood dripped to the

ground, which Cerberus happily licked up. My loyal dog is more deserving of my blood than those

greedy and selfish werewolves. My mind went back just a few minutes ago to when I burned that girl

alive. Delivering swift justice and hearing their agonizing screams used to bring a smile to my face but

lately, I've found it to be unbearably boring. Day after day, and night after night, I had to endure the

torture of the Fire Wolf—a being that I could never satisfy regardless of how much I killed. And now, I

had over a hundred little girls running around my palace thinking that they had a chance of hurting me

for their gain.

I sighed. Wait, there was one who didn't run. She stared right at me, knowing that Death would have

claimed her then. But she stood there.

I thought about the rather cute, petite girl who stared death boldly in the face. A small smile tugged at

the corner of my lips. Maybe I'll get to have fun in this short life that I have left. After I got done taking a

soak, I followed Cerberus to the west wing of the Palace where all of the maids were to stay.

It surprised me to see that they had already made their way here. Perhaps they're not as stupid as I

thought they would be.

I took more care with my steps, treading lightly so as to not be heard or seen. Cerberus mimicked my

movements and was also surprisingly quiet as he trotted next to me.

Leaned my head slightly towards the stone walls to hear their conversations.

Luckily, being a lycan meant my hearing was superior to a werewolf’s, so even if they spoke at normal

volume, I'd hear them.

I watched the group of girls that sat together as they cleaned their faces of the makeup they wore and

got into more comfortable attire. “I can't believe what happened to Alice..”

*She got what she deserved. Who was she to think that she could kill the Lycan King?” “Anny, how can

you be so heartless” The blonde girl with the hot pink dress sneered. She must've been Anny.

"Heartless for telling the truth? Please, don't be so stupid, Clarissa”

I chuckled at her boldness. “If you're going to go after someone like the Lycan King, you need to not be

an idiot and try to attack him head-on,” Anny stated. “Oh, yeah? And what’s your method?’ Another

chimed in. “Babe, do you see what I look like?” Anny flipped her blonde hair and ran her hands up the

length of her curves to cup her breasts. “There’s no way that he'll be able to resist this”

I rolled my eyes. Another conceited young woman thought that her looks alone would be enough to

woo me.

I've had many women throw themselves at me in the past and before, sex used to be enough to

appease the Fire Wolf. But like with most things, the Fire Wolf got bored of it-and quickly.

It didn’t matter how beautiful they were; the Fire Wolf would eventually tell me that unless they were our

mate, it didn't matter. “Of course, you'd try to seduce him, you slut”

The black-haired girl who sat next to Anny gave her a playful smile. Anny playfully hit the girl. “What

can I say? A big strong Lycan King needs a hot Luna at his side”

“I feel like the whole purpose of even trying to get close to the Lycan King is to get his blood..”

Clarissa spoke up again. “Especially after what happened to Alice. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It can happen to any of us and we need to stop it”

“Or at least arm ourselves with it”

“What's so special about lycan blood anyway?” Anny took her hair and twisted it into a high ponytail.

*Maybe if you paid attention in class, you'd know that lycan blood is known for its regenerative abilities.

Or, in easier words, Anny-they can heal themselves a hell of a lot faster than we can”

“Their blood is also a detoxifying agent. Anyone who may be sick or poisoned only needs a drop of

their blood to instantly clean out impurities”

I was surprisingly impressed with their knowledge of lycan blood.

It seemed as if werewolf-populated schools took care to teach an accurate account of my kind.

If only the human-populated schools did the same thing. Cerberus began to growl next to me as he

listened in on the girl's conversations, too. He was a smart dog who knew what certain words meant,

and any time the word “blood” and “Lycan King” were together in the same sentence, he knew that it

only meant danger for me.

I patted Cerberus on the head. “They're nothing more than silly girls with ridiculous fantasies.

They can talk about hurting me but the truth is, they won't be able to. Don't get so worked up”

After I was done eavesdropping, I walked throughout the entire west wing to make sure that all of the

maids were accounted for.

I only counted 99.

I got to the end of the hallway when I noticed a room with a door slightly ajar. When I peered inside, I

saw the same girl from earlier—the one who stared death in the face. Back when my palace had more

maids and servants, I had this room specifically made for tailors so they could work on my clothes.

I thought I had it closed off.

I observed the girl that sat at the table with the sewing machine as she meticulously worked on

repairing the burned pieces of her dress. She hummed a beautiful melody and focused on her work.

Curious little lamb...

I wonder what thoughts swirl through your mind and what you desire? Power? My blood? I'm sure I'll

find out soon enough.