The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

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gazes shoot to the open doorway, where the Pitmaster stands, her face twisted in disbelief.

"You would dare disobey your king?"

"The King who condemned me?" Kidd snaps. "What loyalty do have to him? Besides, we both know if he really cared about this slut, he wouldn't have sent her down here to die. Let me have my fun, Pitmaster. You can surely smell how horny this bitch is. Go the other way and let us have our pleasure."

"No" I shout, struggling once more under the shackles of his body. He only pushes down harder against me, digging his dig into the corner of my thigh.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Unlike with Caleb, who held me down too, my body does not react with excitement nor pleasure. Instead, it goes cold. entirely clamming up. Neither my mind nor body want this vile man to touch me.

The Pitmaster lightly scents the air.

"The only thing I smell on her is fear," the Pitmaster says. Slowly she unsheathes her sword from her back.

Kidd starts to growl.

"Step away from the slave, or I will cut your dick off, the Pitmaster says. "This is your only warning

With my tunic ripped, my chest is exposed. Kidd looks back at me, his gaze tracing all of the exposed skin he can see

"Stay right here," he whispers to me. "I'm going to put the Pitmaster in her place and come back for you."

"What the hell did you say?" the Pitmaster says, annoyed.

Kidd pushes his way off of me. When I'm free, I press myself into the corner, as far away from him as I can possibly be.

"You're washed up, hag," Kidd says. As he rights himself, he slides a dagger from his boot. Even from where I am, I can see that it's dripping with poison. "Everyone knows it. You might have fought your way to your current title, but you haven't fought to keep it" -If you

think you can take

then fight me fair, the Pitmaster says.

"What's fair about this place?"

At once, he throws his dagger. The Pitmaster, slashes her sword, blocking it. While she is doing that, Kidd grabs another. dagger from the back of his belt and rushes forward to catch the Pitmaster unawares

"Watch out!" I shout, rushing forward.

This is all my fault. I'm not about to let this woman die because my hominess attracted this asshole bent on revenge.

Pushing myself forward as fast as I can, I collide with Kidd's back, hoping to catch him off guard.

It works, he stumbles, and in that moment of stunned hesitation, the Pitmaster raises her sword and strikes Kidd straight through the heart

I scurry backwards as the blade continues to piece through him, coming all the way through the other side.

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Il down onto my ass, narrowly avoiding the strike.

Kidd, coughing blood, drops the moment the Pitmaster pulls her sword back through and free. On the floor, Kidd bleeds out. He's not breathing anymore.

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I stare, shocked, my hands shaking. Before I arrived her, I saw zero dead bodies. Now, I've already watched two people die outright, and others be whipped and punished. Once again, I'm reminded how much of a terrible place this truly is. No one is safe.

The Pitmaster sighs as she wipes the blood off her sword using the back of Kidd's shirt. Once it's clean, she returns it to the holster on her back.

"What a waste," she says. "His 100 to 1 arena fight would have been worth seeing. He could have died an honorable warrior's death. Instead, he dies a coward with his pants down."

The Pitmaster glances up at me. I can only imagine what I must look like to her, trembling and pale, wrapping my arms around my chest to hold the pieces of my tunic closed

"We have a long way to go with your training," she says, "if you cannot even defend yourself against one horny asshole who didn't even pull his knife on you."

I don't know what to say to that. She's right, I suppose, but I'm too shaken to see things logically. I just really, really, really want to go home. There, Samuel as Alpha could keep me safe. Even as my brother-in-law, he wouldn't let these terrible things keep happening to me. As family, he'd keep me safe.

Here. I've never been so in danger in all my life.

"I'm grateful... "I tell her, when I can speak. "If you weren't here

I don't want to think about what might have happened. It makes my stomach twist so hard, I might be sick. I'm barely, hanging on as it is, with the corpse bleeding out in the space between us.

"It wasn't a coincidence," the Pitmaster says. "King Caleb ordered me to check on you throughout the night. He had a suspicion that this one..." She kicks Kidd with the toe of her boot "Might try to get some revenge from you. I thought he meant to kill you. Though he might have still, after

I curl my arms tighter around myself.

"I realize now the King probably had the right idea, the Pitmaster says. "I believe he wants you unspoiled."

"I'm not a virgin," I say.

"That doesn't matter to the king, so what does it matter to anyone else?" The Pitmaster glances me over. "I'll find you a different tunic, but let me warn you. Everyone in this hell could smell your pheromones before Kidd stepped into your room. The warriors are amped up all the time, with few outlets for release. Be more mindful of the smells you pur

My face heated at once. I knew I was horny, but I didn't realize Id been giving up such a powerful odor.

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says. "Just do better."

Pitmaster finds me a fresh tunic which is somehow even more uncomfortable than the burlap one. She makes me wait in the canteen while my room is cleaned, or, while Kidd's body is dragged away from it. When I'm free to return, there's still a bloodstain on the floor. I try not to notice it, returning to my bed.

I know I need my strength to survive the training that the Pitmaster has planned for me, but as hard as I try to sleep. I just

After everything that's happened since my arrival down here to the coliseum's depths, I don't know if I'll ever sleep again.

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In the early morning, the Pigmaster hands me a smaller sword than the previous one I've been using

"This might be easier for you to handle," she says.

I swing it around this way and that. It does seem easier to manage.

"Now, keep that one you at all times, like it's an extension of your arm," the Pitmaster says. Stepping closer, she whispers, "The wolves here have caught your scent. At this rate, you might need to use it before you ever step foot in the arena." I'm not sure what she means at first, but then, looking around, notice many of the gladiators, and even some of the slaves, staring at me,

They look like they want to eat me alive,