The Lycan's Rejected Mate (naiah and Amos) novel Chapter 12

Anaiah's POV

Arya is sweet and kind. I think she has a shopping addiction. I'm so tired my legs will be sore.

We are in Victoria's Secret store, and It's my first time.

"Here, love," Arya gives me a set of... Omg, I got the sexy underwear from her with a blush. I've never even worn lingerie before.

"For you know," She winks, and I hide my face from her. "Those will look beautiful on you," I just put them in the basket and continue looking around. They have lingeries in all forms, shapes, and sizes. I go to another part of the store. It has less light, and my eyes get fixed on these wild toys. I get one from the shelf and inspect it. It looks painful. I shudder and put it back. As I turn, I bump into a male. I almost lose my balance and fall, but he catches me. I look up at him. He's an older man with a grey beard and a smug expression. The way he's looking at me makes me uncomfortable. I swallow and apologize for bumping into him, but his deep and hunky voice stops me.

"Do you fancy?" He is now holding a small whip in his hands and chains. Memories of what happened in the dungeons flashed before me, the whipping. I shake my head and walk away, but he suddenly grabs my wrist, stopping me from going.

"Let me go," I try to struggle against him, but it's futile. His hold on me is strong, and he's smiling.

"I'll give you 1 million dollars if you agree to play with me, sweet little girl," He displays, ignoring my struggles. Damn, werewolves are so strong. I growl at him, but it only seems to please him. Upset, I kick my knee in the balls several times. He immediately releases me and doubles over in pain, yet he has a stupid complacent expression. I grab the whip he had in his hands a few seconds ago and inspect it, wanting to whip this pedophile, but again, those fucking images taunt me, and I drop it as if it shocked me.

"Hey, love! why did you drop that?" Comes Arya with a smile. Oh no, there is something about it that screams danger.

"Daddy wants to play," She pouts, bending down to caress the man's beard. The man now has a grimace. He seems terrified by the Lycan Princess. He tries to stand up, but she pushes him back so that he is still on his knees,

"My- my Princess, I was-"

"Did I ask you to talk?" Arya says, her eyes changing gold before returning to their beautiful amber. The man bows again. I'm sure his neck is hurting so much.

Arya selects a long whip I didn't see. She smiles and caresses it with her fingers.

"Daddy wants to play," As soon as the words leave her mouth, she raises the whip so high that it lands on the man's back with a harsh sound. The man hisses but doesn't scream. I cover my eyes when she lifts it again and hits him for the second time. The man groans in pain.

"Oh, Daddy. Isn't this fun?" She teases, Arya continues her assault on the man, and now I see beads of sweat forming on his temple.

"My my-" The man cries.

"Shut up," Arya grits, her voice dominating, and he obliges.

"Now, I strike you five more, and you'll count," The man is crying now, and I almost interject, but he deserves it. Who knows how many girls he has lured just to do vile things?

"Am I clear?" He nods vigorously.