The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 1203

Crystal's POV:

I hadn't expected this development. But considering what he had done to me so far, I quickly understood what he was about to do next.

"Fuck off, you damn vampire!"

I struggled desperately against my binds, but they only seemed to tighten even more around my wrist. I soon felt a stinging pain, and I knew that I had cut my skin.

Lee grabbed me by the jaw and tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck. "Stay still, now. I promise, you will like this."

Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I hated feeling trapped and helpless. I would have preferred dying in a fight.

Rather than be turned into a vampire, I'd rather die an immediate death.

Lee paused to take in my miserable expression, his lips stretching out in a satisfied smile. "The more pain you experience now, the more joy you will feel later. Don't worry, I don't expect gratitude from you. You werewolves are a savage lot. It's much, much better to be a vampire. Class and elegance are imprinted into our genes."

"Class, my ass! You're despicable monsters who only know how to take advantage of those who are weaker than you! I refused to be reduced to such an unprincipled creature! Just kill me right here and now! If you even have the guts to do so, that is." I was getting hysterical, and my body was on fire. Every muscle in my body was throbbing with pain.

"You want to die so badly?" Lee sneered. "No, I'm not letting you. You will pay for your insolence, and I know just the right punishment for you."

In the next second, he sank his fangs into my neck.

The metallic smell of blood filled the air as the red liquid spilled out from the punctures in my skin.

I couldn't help but scream. The pain overrode my reason, but it was momentarily. Soon, it was replaced by a surging wave of pleasure. I felt like I was high up in the air, floating in ecstasy. It was so much more bliss than I could handle that I burst into another bout of tears.

I felt an overwhelming desire to feed Lee until I was spent, to offer every last drop of my blood to him.

But the joy soon gave way to emptiness. It was as though I had been suddenly thrust into a dark void. I stared blankly at the roof, unable to form a coherent thought.