The Lycan Series
Bullied By The Lycan King Chapter 94

Axel's POV

The darkness and anger in my soul shifted the second the news about Violet got to me. I didn't even care about Aunt Emily. I knew she could handle herself and besides, she was still at loggerheads with me, and seeing her would only intensify my anger.

But Violet, I could finally vent out my anger on her tight little p***y.

"Good" I declared getting to my feet. "Prepare her and bring her to my chambers tonight. She has been off duties for too long."

"Axel, have you lost your mind?" Greg yelled the second the words left my lips.

My claws pushed out of my fingers, and I pointed them at him, baring my teeth as I breathed through my mouth with a rage that could match a hundred people.

"I do not want to hear a word from you, Greg. You have done enough damage for one day and for your sake I hope Scarlett doesn't get hurt by your decisions because if she does, I swear on my father's name, I will forget the relationship we share, and I will end your life!" I roared before matching out of the room.

Hilda who had been frozen by my words, flinched back to life as I brushed roughly past her. I went straight to my office and pulled out a bottle.

My head was burning with so much rage, the steam was killing me. I poured myself a good quantity of the wine and downed it in one go. I poured another and then my eyes glared at the silly glass that imprisoned me into pouring more wine and never getting enough of it.

I launched it at the door and decided to take a swing directly from the bottle but just as the pathetic little thing knocked on the door, it swung right open, and Aunt Emily got in with glowing eyes that spelled one word -anger. "Axel. What is this fucking madness I am hearing? What do you plan on doing with Violet?" she hissed as she stood at the door.

My heart clenched in pain at the sight of her. She had been away for so many months and now that she was back, the first thing she thought to do was to scold me. And it was all because of that human curse, Violet!

"What I plan to do to her is none of your business Aunt!" I hissed, grabbing a hold of my bottle for another swing but before it could touch my lips, she snatched it out of my grasp with a speed that could only be traced from our bloodline.

"It is my business in every fucking way because Violet isn't what you think she is. I have found proof that she is truly a half-breed. It means that she can fucking get pregnant from you, not only because she is your fucking mate but because she has the damned blood of a Lycan in her veins!"

My eyes burned over her and every word she said came out like cracked notes that irked my very soul.

"Can't you see, you have been hurting her wrongly and you need to fucking apologize and not make things worse by raping her!" she added.

My anger was way above normal level and my instinct pushed even more blood to my cock. The more she defended Violet and closed her eyes to my pain, the more! wanted to hurt Violet. She had succeeded in taking my family away from me and more than that, she took my heart too.

The only way to sort it was to make her my s*x slave for life.

I took a deep breath and shrugged my shoulders at her. This was what Violet and her disgusting parents wanted. They wanted to put a blade between me and my family; they wanted to drive me crazy by making me fall badly for their evil child, but it was fine now. I accepted my fate, but I was going to make it hell for her.

Aunt Emily slapped her hands over the table between us and bared her sharp teeth at me. "Are you not going to fucking say something?"

"There is nothing to say, aunt. I have heard all the rubbish you have spilled but it's still not going to change what I want," I said in a low voice and since she had snatched my bottle, there was nothing left for me to do but to go for my price. "Excuse me,

aunt..." I whispered as I straightened my shirt and headed out to my

room.

Aunt Emily-being the ever-spirited one, didn't give up- she came after me. "Axel, she just f*****g gave birth. I can't let you do that to her!"

"Do not worry your pretty head Aunt. I am going to be gentle," I replied with a smirk spreading not just on my tips but down between my legs too.

I could feel Aunt Emily's frustration but she, like everyone else, knew their limits.

She couldn't stop me and she knew it.

Denying the king of his pleasure meant death and it didn't matter who broke that rule.

When I got to my room, I took off my shirt and sat on the bed, anticipating her arrival. My eyes went to the clock on my bedside table and by my calculation -that was if they weren't looking for my wrath- she should be on her way. While I waited, my eyes closed as thoughts of how I was going to take her swirled in my head. It had been so long since I have had a good f**k. Finally getting it was going to be amazing especially since it was going to be Violet. The soft scratch on the door, caused my heart to flip as excitement took over me.

Before the door even opened, my wolf picked up her sweet scent as it littered the air the second, she stepped in.

My eyes opened and they narrowed almost immediately. She wasn't alone.

"Why did you bring it here?" I growled, glaring at the bundle she held in her arms.

Rather than respond to me, she walked to my drawers and pulled out a couple of large blankets with her free hand and then she placed it on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. She arranged the blankets in the form of a cocoon and then placed the "He is a newborn, the doctor said I can't leave him alone," her voice cracked but my mind was more than made up. Such a cheap trick wasn't going to get to me.

"Perfect. It can stay there while I enjoy you... come here," I ordered as my eyes began to undress her.

Her eyes were swollen, and her face looked weak. My wolf was battling between our desire for her and the need to protect her. The moment it started showing signs of weakness, I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused on the desire building within me. "Ax- my king... can we not do this, tomorrow, please?" she whispered as she took a shaky step away from the ottoman.

My eyes darkened as they settled on the hardened buds on her chest. A dark chuckle escaped my lips at her pathetic acting.

"Strip Violet. Now."

Her hands started trembling as she loosened the dress from behind her and it dropped off her body like a pool of silk. My cock twitched in my pants and the rational part of me began to dwindle from the sight of her body.

Her brassiere left her chest next and at this point I couldn't hold on any longer, with a speed she couldn't comprehend, I grabbed her body and tore off the panties myself as my lips crashed over her lips.

She tasted just like I remembered, and my mind released a satisfactory groan as my hands cupped her breasts. They were more tender than they used to be, but they were perfect.

With one hand caressing the perky buds of sensation on her breasts, the other freed my c**k from the shackles of my pants. I lifted her off the ground and laid her on the bed; kissing and pulling at her hair as I forced her legs open. "Axel, please... it hurts," she whimpered in my ears. Yet the words sounded like the sweetest melody I have ever heard.

"Shush... I will be gentle," I whispered but it was a lie.

As my thick veiny cock touched her warm folds, I was taken over by the rush of warmth that wrapped around me. I had expected her pussy to have grown larger after birthing the bastard, but my cock was met with resistance and a scream from hers. "Axel...

"she moaned, tickling my ears with her warm lips and further sending me to a fantasy I had been waiting for.

1 ignored her cries and went even deeper, hitting and rolling my waist into her till my teeth buried into my bottom lips. My hands held her waist in place as I kept going, enjoying every layer my thick c**k could unfold.

She cried, pretending to be hurt, yet her arms wrapped around my neck as I thrust deep and hard into her. I was merciless. I didn't care that she had just delivered some bastard, in fact, I was more concerned with satisfying my c**k and getting all my s***m planted into her, string after string.

Who knew maybe Aunt Emily wasn't bluffing after all and this time, she was really going to conceive a child that belonged to me.