Sold to Lycan King for Surrogacy

Methis Delis POV.

Life is full of twist and turns, they say. Well, they really were not joking on that one. It seems as if we all always have a false perception of life. We always make these elaborate plans when we are little which gives us the notion that we are in total control of our lives. But that could not be more further from the truth. There is only so little that we can do.

I am Methis Delis and my life has turned from that usual delusion to a more terrifying delusion which believe it or not, is now my reality. I am 18 years old, I am a virgin, and I've always dreamed of going to college to acquire a good degree and get myself a good job. I just graduated from high school and I've never felt my dreams reach so near that I could almost smell it.

My parents support me and that's great. My mother died of illness seven years ago and sometimes it feels like yesterday. The memories of her limp body as she slowly drifted away into sleep still haunts me. She had slept that night and did not wake up the next morning, neither did she wake up later in the afternoon, nor in the evening. But for seven years now she still sleeps, except not in a bed but in a casket.

My father was heartbroken as well but he is slowly getting better and I love to see that. He met a woman who worked as a bartender. Quite a fashionable girl, that one. They fell in love and not long after, they both got married. Having to introduce me to my stepmother was an awkward moment. It was the time she had discovered that my dad had a daughter. That evening, they had both come back home and I was supposed to introduce myself. We shook hands and she introduced herself as my mother. For all I knew, she was my stepmother and it was different. And truth be told, it really was different. My stepmother was abusive, she would do all sort of things to me and pretended to love me when my father was around. I did not want to spoil the relationship my father had with her so I kept her abuses a secret.

Often times I felt lonely, useless even. Like I wasn't worth anything and I was less than ordinary. But those feelings never lasted as I cling desperately to the memories of my mother. While she was alive, she would tell me that on the day of my birth, a red moon appeared in the sky signifying that I was beyond special. It made me feel better thinking of it.

Lately, my father has been there for me too more frequently now. That's because he too had quit his job and was now working from home though this took a big downgrade from his usual earnings. But he had to. He had earlier gotten into an accident that left him unable to move. The work he did from home was the best he could do to support the family which depended only on his income. This is the reason I try to take part-time jobs any time I could.

My school life was surprisingly normal without any unnecessary complications or actions.

So that was my life. Unfortunate in some sense but otherwise normal as any other person's life could be. But everything all took a drastic change one afternoon I came back to school to hear the most absurd news in my entire life.

That day in school I had secured a date with Rodney Carrington, who invited me to watch a football match. Not really sure how it was supposed to be a date since he was going to be playing in the game but nonetheless, I got invited. Rodney was my classmate and the brother to my best friend and privately, he's the heir to a top-tier city conglomerate. He was popular among the girls and could often be spotted with any of them at any time. I wasn't sure if he dated any of them though rumours spread about him dating many of them - rumours fuelled by the girls themselves because somehow dating Rodney was supposed to make you look cool.

I did not want to be seen as one of the other random girls or behave like one so when he did the honour of inviting me, I agreed with what I thought was an impression of a nonchalant teenager. He probably saw right through it but who cares?

On getting home from school, I was pulled aside by my stepmother. Not that that was something out of the ordinary but it was what she told me that left my mouth hanging open. She said to me without even flinching that she had sold me out. I laughed. It was a joke. It had to be a joke. No one sells another person. Not in this generation.

However, the moment I saw the contract, I knew that things were about to get serious. My dad had been wheeled out that day for a checkup so we were the only ones at home. All hell broke loose and I expressed my resentment that instant.

It was the loudest I've ever heard my house become. Louder than any music I've heard, any laughter, or any cry and it was just the two of us. We nearly fought and with tears in my eyes, I tried to reach for the contract to rip it apart. After all I have been through in the hands of this woman, she sells me out like I am a worthless piece of metal - an unwanted child I was. Not a million hammers could smash my heart the way that contract smashed it.

She told me that she did it for the good of the family and I felt more infuriated. It was when she told me that it was not a permanent sale that I became a little willing to listen to what she has said. I realized that what was done was done and with both our knives dropped in our various rooms, we met in the parlor to discuss. It was the most hostile discussion of my life.

Unfortunately, I lost it again when I realized that it was not a housekeeper or servant contract as I had expected it to be, but one that required me to perform wife duties which of course, included losing my flowers. The shame, I thought. We resumed screaming when I saw that I was also expected to bear a child.

In the end, that was what had to be done. The contract has been signed, the money had been paid, and I had to leave. I decided that I do it before the return of my father as it would be impossible to lie to him without breaking into tears. My stepmother assured me that she would tell him that I had gone on a field trip at school. I hated how she felt OK lying to him but it was a better alternative than exposing it all.

Before my departure, I added my own clause to the contract. I explicitly stated that the money recovered from my sale was to be used to treat my father for his accident-caused paralysis. My stepmother agreed. She just had to.

Even though I felt like I had gotten past that stage, I could not help but think of my mother. She would never had done this to me. Never. She had bore me, clothed me, fed me, and taken care of me, bringing me up to the best of her ability despite her illness. Technically she and my dad owned me, but they would never sell me. But here was this woman who was nothing but a mere substitute for my mother and now she felt she had the right to sell me. The thoughts of this broke my already broken heart. Why did my life have to turn out like this. Full of trials and hardship and unfortunate events.

That night, I called Rodney Carrington and told him that I was going to be unable to come to the school football match. He asked why but I did not give any response. I had not thought of any before calling him and I was not ready to think of any now. So I just said "nothing" and hung up. It was the easiest way to deal with it. At least it worked. He did not call back. He must have told his sister because she called asking me if anything was wrong.

At that point, biting my lips was all it took me not to burst into tears. I did not tell her anything. I just hung up after a very inaudible "nothing."

Jamal Kunis POV.

I stood on the balcony of my castle looking into the vast plane. Boring my eyes into the deep horizon, testing to see if I could see right through it.

It was nearing the time.

As the bad time approached, I kept on thinking about her. The Dark Witch, the one who had made my whole life this miserable. It happened very long ago when I was a young 18-year-old wolf who had just risen into the rank of Lycan King. I had met a woman. Fair in her appearance. The most beautiful specimen of a living creature I had ever set my eyes upon and in that instance, I fell in love with her and she with me. But later I realized it was not love; it was an obsession fuelled by black magic.

I had always thought she had my best interest at heart. However, it all came crashing down that day she backstabbed me and sent the world of werewolves into utter chaos. She had started a mutiny and capitalized on it to seize control.

The Dark Witch had murdered my parents and a few of the werewolves who were loyal to the pack. I knew I had to do something. War against the one I loved was the only option. The battle that day was great. I still remember it as if it was a mere hour ago.

I had killed some of my own because they had been persuaded into destruction by her false message. She had enchanted them to dance to the tune of her rueful music. As epic as the tale might sound, it was half of that for me. It was unheard of that the world of werewolves should fall and it was very close to that.

I overcame at last, but overcoming came at a price. It was difficult to rise against the Dark Witch. Perhaps because of an enchantment I knew nothing about, or perhaps because of my lingering feelings for which I constantly denied. But at the end of it all, a curse was placed on me by the defeated Dark Witch. She took away my ability to sense my true mate - no surprise considering how long she had had my feelings tied to her - and gave me a condition that if I was unable to get an offspring by age 35, the whole werewolf world will fall to pieces.

Some days I relive the memories wishing they had not all been a deceit. An elaborate plan for conquest.

I was currently 33, and the doom day was two years away. I had already begun to see signs of the curse coming to pass. Mini mutinies and grumbles even within the very castles I rule from. I knew the curse was real even though I had struggled all my life not to believe it.

I have had three wives. All three of them turned out not to be my true mates and as a result, died on the night of our wedding. This had an impact on the attitude of the females towards me. I don't think I'll ever remain the same.

Howbeit, every cause has a counter curse or in my case, a solution, a ritual that possessed the ability to dispel the effect of the curse. I was ready to do it until I heard it. After consulting with the White Witch, I was asked to take an 18-year-old female human as a mate in order to break the curse. It was said that it was only by giving her child could I was able to break the curse.

Humans are weak, feeble things. Having to cross with one would be an injury to my name and offspring. They'll never be as strong as their other kinds because their pure breed would be mixed with the fault of humans. Half-breeds were never the best. But some choices are not hard to make when you are left with a harder alternative.

I kept the solution secret from the rest of the pack as I sent out Conrad, my beta since the day I was anointed as Lycan King, to go in search of a suitable girl for my surrogate. I never warmed up to the idea of marrying human so the best I could settle for was an arranged marriage. Just something where she gets me a child and she is on her way back to her land. Nothing more. I was not ready or even slightly interested in meddling in the affairs of men nor was I interested in letting men meddle in my own affairs or the affairs of any member of the pack. I had never thought good about them nor have I held them in a position of respect before.

"Human, after giving birth to my child, you must return to the human world immediately." I will say.

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Methis POV.

Before I knew about the arranged marriage and was sent off, something unexpected happened. My stepmother had taken me to the hospital for what she claimed was a regular check weeks before the revelation of my sales. I was tested for all manner of things, all the STDs you could ever think of I was tested for it. It was a bit queer because never in my life had I been taken through this intense amount of test; not even by my late mother. But she was doing it. She said she cared about my health and she had just finished reading a health article and watching a documentary about how regular checkups were important.

If only I knew what I intent was. She was trying to get my health details to see just how much she proposed for my sale.

I became very suspicious when I was led into a white room with one bed and was asked to disrobe. It was an awkward moment but eventually I did and was given a white clothe to cover with. A few minutes later a doctor came in and requested I place but my legs on an extended platform. So there I was in front of this man with my legs spread wide apart. It was the very first time this had ever happened to me and I became very anxious. I was uncertain and sweat began to trickle down my face. My thoughts began to stray into unholiness and I think it he could sense my arousal as he looked up at me, a little judgemental. I apologized and he continued with his work. Eventually he was done and before he left, I asked him what he had just checked for and he simply nodded and said: "virginity."