Offered to the lycan Kings

Chapter 36

Elena had been patiently waiting for this moment. King Dreagan approached her, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes as he held the key to the cuff that had kept her bound for so long. Her heart pounded in her chest as she continued to play the role of the submissive mate. She had been waiting for this opportunity, and now it was here.
With a calm demeanor, she knelt before him, her head lowered in a sign of submission. It was a calculated move, designed to make him believe that she had finally accepted her place as their omega. Her hands rested gently on her lap, fingers interlaced, as she waited for him to unlock the cuff.
Dreagan, still wary, moved closer to Elena. He could feel the tension in the room, and he knew that this moment was crucial. He inserted the key into the cuff's lock and turned it slowly, the sound of the cuff clicking open filling the room. Elena remained still, her eyes cast downward.
As the cuff finally released its hold on her wrist, Elena's heart soared. She had accomplished the first part of her plan. The cuff clinked onto the floor, and she stayed in her submissive position, awaiting Dreagan's response.
Dreagan watched her carefully, studying her reaction. She hadn't made any sudden moves or attempts to escape. It appeared as though she had truly submitted to them. A small spark of hope began to flicker in his eyes as he extended his hand towards her, his touch gentle. "Stand, Elena," he commanded softly. "You've shown progress, and we are willing to grant you more freedom. But remember, you are still bound to us by the mate bond."
Elena obeyed, slowly rising to her feet. She kept her gaze lowered, not daring to meet his eyes directly. This was the pivotal moment in her plan, and she needed to tread carefully.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," she murmured softly, her voice laced with gratitude. "I promise to be the mate you both deserve."
Dreagan nodded, still watching her closely. He knew that the true test lay ahead, but for now, they had taken the first step toward a fragile trust. Elena would continue to play her part, waiting for the perfect moment to enact her escape plan, all while keeping the kings' suspicions at bay. With the cuff finally removed and her plan in motion, Elena knew that the time for her escape had come. She had secretly communicated with those who were assisting her, and everything was in place for tonight's getaway.
As night descended upon the kingdom, Elena had gathered her few belongings, careful not to arouse any suspicion from the kings. She knew that their trust was still fragile, and she needed to maintain her submissive act until the very last moment.
Elena moved silently through the corridors of the palace, her heart pounding with both excitement and fear. The people helping her had arranged for a hidden exit, and she followed their instructions carefully. She couldn't afford any mistakes; her freedom depended on it. She reached the designated meeting point, where her contacts were waiting. They exchanged brief nods, their faces hidden in the shadows. Elena knew she couldn't take anyone with her; her escape needed to be swift and unnoticed. She had to leave the others behind, hoping that they would find their own opportunities later.
With one last glance back at the palace, Elena slipped into the night, guided by her helpers. She moved like a shadow, avoiding any guards or patrols that might be on watch. The kingdom she had known for so long was slowly fading into the distance, and the unknown future awaited her.
The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the forest as Elena ventured deeper into the woods, her senses alert for any signs of pursuit. She knew that the kings would eventually realize her absence, and they would stop at nothing to bring her back.

But Elena was determined. She had a mission now, one that the mysterious dream with the moon goddess had revealed to her. She needed to break the cycle of cruelty and oppression in the kingdom, to change the hearts of her mates, and to bring a new era of understanding and equality among the lycans.
As she continued her journey into the unknown, Elena couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. Her escape was just the beginning, and the challenges she would face were vast and uncertain. Yet, she was fueled by a deep sense of purpose and the hope that one day, she could make a difference not only for herself but for all the omegas and Lycans who had suffered in silence.
The moon, high in the sky, seemed to watch over her, its silvery light guiding her path as Elena moved forward into the darkness, determined to fulfill her destiny and bring about change in a world that had long been ruled by ruthless kings.
Panic washed over the kings as they scanned their bed-chamber, their eyes darting around in search of Elena. Her absence was like a gaping void in the room, and dread settled in their hearts as they realized she wasn't there.
Dreagan's voice was laced with urgency as he barked, "Elena!" His eyes frantically scanned the room as he rushed to the balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. The cool night breeze brushed against his face as he stared out into the darkness, but there was no sign of her. Alaric, equally alarmed, scoured every corner of the room. He checked the balcony, the closet, and even the adjoining bathroom, but Elena was nowhere to be found.
They called out her name, their voices echoing in the empty room, but there was no response. The kings exchanged worried glances, dread tightening its grip on their chests. It was inconceivable that Elena could simply vanish from their chambers.
Without wasting another moment, they summoned the guards to help with the search. As the minutes ticked by, their worry deepened into fear. Elena's sudden disappearance left them with a gnawing sense of vulnerability, something they hadn't felt in a long time.
Word spread quickly throughout the castle, and soon, every corner was buzzing with the news of Elena's disappearance. The guards scoured the grounds, the dungeons, and even the outskirts of the kingdom, but there was no trace of her.
The kings, tormented by her absence, questioned the guards and servants, but no one could provide any information about where she might have gone or how she had managed to escape unnoticed.
Dreagan's fists clenched in frustration, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "She can't have vanished into thin air," he muttered.
Alaric, equally frustrated, agreed, "There must be a way to track her down."
But as the hours stretched into the night, the realization dawned upon them that Elena had managed the impossible. She had escaped their grasp, leaving them with a sense of loss and uncertainty that they had never experienced before.
In the wake of Elena's disappearance, the kingdom was thrown into chaos. Rumors circulated, and questions were asked, but the truth remained elusive. The kings were left to grapple with their feelings of anger, betrayal, and a profound sense of emptiness.
They couldn't fathom how Elena had slipped through their fingers, and the mystery of her escape haunted their every waking moment.