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Like many fiends, Lycans are either born or made.
Among those who are born, there is a hierarchy that can never be ignored. It’s a matter of survival. Every wolfpack needs their pureblooded alpha—a Lycan who was born with a superior amount of wolf’s blood. They have the privilege and natural superiority to rule. Those who serve under alphas are important in their own way. They must carry on and reproduce for the preservation of Lycan society.
Their livelihood relies on ensuring blood stays pure and Lycans breed more Lycans. More than anything, the meaning of living is to serve. To know your place.
Then there are half-breeds like Lan.
Born from a Lycan and a Human. An awful, desperate affair meant to produce a low quality servant to society. Even if the result is always subpar, it’s better than providing absolutely nothing to the pack.
The blood of a Lycan runs thinner in creatures like Lan. More importantly though, they’re the end of a line.
Sterile. Weak. Just a wolf on borrowed time.
In their world, beings like Lan were treated similarly to the abominable Lycans who were made. Cursing a Human with lycanthropy was only slightly more sinful than birthing a sterile failure. In the end though, they were all just extra bodies to relieve the harsh reality of existing.
Lan had been told enough times growing up that his life could only end one of two ways. Death in combat or death by fucking.
Could also be both.
He’d heard all the horror stories. Been assured over and over again that he was simply born for this life and that Fate deemed it correct. He would exist for others and be useful. Lan rolled his eyes at the idea.
Now though, as he endured the roaming touch of Valentine’s packmates and watched his fellow undesirables also tremble under the examination, he finally understood what others believed.
This was the order of society.
Lan jerked away at a particularly rough claw dragging along his ribs. The wolf snarled at him before moving onto the next in line. Their chains were still connected, making it impossible to really move or get away.
He could only hope they’d release them eventually. Or, at the very least, give them individual shackles instead. Wasn’t it torture for any wolves to be forcibly chained together?
A large, crackling fire warmed the clearing, filling the night with too much light. Lan gazed past it, seeing two figures in Human form. They lounged together, exchanging soft words and only offering brief glances to the inspection of undesirables.
Alphas. Lan supposed it was yet another symbol of power. Pride. They were too good for this crude behavior. Unlike smaller packs with arrogant leaders, Valentine and his second-in-command had to show their strength and control by allowing their packmates to play.
Lan was a little thankful though. The last thing he wanted was to be under the direct control of someone who could compel him. Being claimed by an alpha was a death sentence. He would never be able to refuse again. If told to throw himself into the line of fire, he’d do so before the command was even complete.
A shrill whine snapped him to attention, and he jerked around.
Down the line, an undesirable had reverted to Human form. His muzzle dangled around the loose chain binding his neck, swinging roughly each time the muscular packmate thrust into him. Their movements were brutal, hips audibly slapping. His voice grew louder and sharper in response, seeming to spur on that sad excuse for a fuck.
Why so angry? Lan tried to rub his nose to erase the smell, but the muzzle stopped him. Lowering himself to the ground, he tried to shrink away from the display of dominance. His ears folded down, only managing to muffle the increasingly pained cries.
Lan felt a chill race down his spine as a packmate brushed against his tail. He scrambled away, inadvertently yanking on the wolf beside him. They growled but otherwise kept their focus on the wolves examining them.
He didn’t know how much time had passed, but it seemed like all of them were taking on their Human forms in hopes of being appealing. Somewhere in the back of Lan’s brain, he recalled the crass jokes his former pack used to make.
It had something to do with the way undesirables were practically designed for fucking. Their smaller stature made them tighter. Hotter. Not as delicate as a Human whose holes would tear at first contact. No. Undesirables were sturdy and large enough to be taken and used by even the largest of alphas.
Lan didn’t believe them. Pain was pain. Being torn apart would hurt no matter what. He couldn’t block out all the sounds rising up but at least his fellow undesirables weren’t sobbing or howling in agony quite yet. At the very least, most of them who were grabbed and fucked seemed alright with the attention. What other choice do they have?
Their voices rose, mingling together in some sort of nightmarish parody of pleasure. Lan knew they had been advised to use every advantage. Give these packmates whatever they wanted in hopes of receiving protection.
It was a transaction. Nothing more. Become their bitch. Whore. Toy. And you’ll be better off than running alone.
Lan hesitated to agree.
That’s why he yearned for the Humans. The city lights. A world entirely different from this one. He had observed them when he could. He eavesdropped on hikers and random travelers. They spoke about dreams and changing hearts. The push and pull of life.
Lan still remembered the night he realized Human life is amazing. They barely live for the blink of an eye. Although wolves couldn’t boast about living long among fiends, they had at least a few hundred years to roam the earth. In that amount of time, they wasted it on strict pack law and pointless hierarchal drivel.
What was so fun about living this way?
He knew it was ridiculous to dream of joining the Humans when the wolf screamed in his veins. Regardless, it brought him comfort. It also spurred frustration.
“Your quarters are open.”
Lan sat up, head lifting to see the two alphas had emerged from their conversation. They peered down at him for less than a second before repeating the announcement to the other wolves who hadn’t been chosen for the night.
“The area will remain open for our packmates.” His voice sent tremors through Lan’s body. It suffocated him. Bore down on him like a physical weight. “They’re free to roam and you are free to refuse or accept them.”
Was it even really a choice though?
Lan waited impatiently as shackles were finally locked around his legs. Shifting into Human form, he shook off the muzzle and chains, glad to be free of the lineup.
“This way.”
He looked up, seeing a long haired man gazing down at him. Not an alpha. Just massive. Lan swallowed warily. Silently, he shuffled after the packmate. Behind them, other wolves trailed along, steps soft and timid.
“Your name.”
He clenched his fists, immediately coiling with tension. “Lan.”
“Nyx.” Narrow gold eyes flickered away. “Remember it.”
When they arrived in the clearing, Lan immediately sought out a place to curl up and sleep. The sooner he got through these three days, the better off he’d be. Everyone could scream and shout that the only options he had were being presented now, but he didn’t believe them.
These people were slaves to a system that strangled them.
Lan would rather die on his own terms if that’s what lied ahead. At least he would be free for a moment.
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