Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 56

Isolde's POV

Walking through the Silver Moon Group headquarters, I couldn't help but notice how my name seemed to be on everyone's lips. Every corridor I turned into, every room I entered, conversations would pause momentarily before resuming in hushed tones. Clusters of women would glance my way, their eyes filled with a mixture of shock and hatred.

It was uncomfortable, yet strangely satisfying. For the first time since being forced into this program, other girls were envying me, wanting what I had. The sensation was foreign but not entirely unwelcome.

*They're just jealous because Ezra chose you,* Lyra purred inside my mind. *Let them stare.*

I kept my expression neutral as I made my way to the training center. The luxurious facility was designed to teach women how to please the Silver Moon executives, and today it was bustling with activity. As I stepped through the doorway, almost everyone inside stopped what they were doing to stare at me.

The sudden silence was deafening. I felt dozens of eyes boring into me, assessing, judging, hating. I straightened my spine and continued walking, refusing to be intimidated.

"Isn't she the one who sent that box of sex toys to the Beta?" a redhead whispered to her friend, loud enough for me to hear.

"That's her," her friend confirmed with a sneer.

The redhead's brow furrowed in confusion. "How come she wasn't punished but instead got chosen by Ezra for a night? What's going on?"

Anger flared inside me. I wanted to turn around and explain that I never sent Nathaniel any sex toys, that it was all a setup. But what was the point? These women had already made up their minds about me.

Thalia's words echoed in my mind: "Ezra believes you. That's all that matters."

"Isolde!"

I turned at the sound of my name to find Sybilla standing between two girls, her arms crossed over her chest as she frowned at me.

"Sybilla," I responded quietly.

Despite the overwhelming urge to lunge at my stepsister and claw that smug face, I maintained my composure. I'd been dealing with Sybilla's schemes long enough to know better than to give her the satisfaction.

"I see you've graduated from Evanthe's school of bullying and pettiness," I said with a smile. "You've got your own minions now."

The two girls standing behind Sybilla bristled at being called "minions."

"Who says we're her minions?" one of them protested.

"Shut up!" Sybilla snapped, and the girl immediately shrank back, though her expression revealed how much she disliked being considered Sybilla's follower.

Sybilla turned her attention back to me. "I heard you challenged Evanthe."

"That was hardly a challenge," I replied with a shrug.

Sybilla let out a soft laugh. "Isolde, you're wading into very deep waters. You'll drown before you know it."

"If I couldn't swim, I wouldn't wade into deep waters, would I?" I countered.

"You can't win a war against Evanthe. She'll tear you to pieces."

I stood my ground. "That's my problem to deal with, not yours. So why don't you go complete whatever tasks she's assigned you and stop pretending to care about my wellbeing." I leaned in slightly. "I need to start my training. Remember, I'm pleasing an Alpha tonight. The last thing I want to do is disappoint him."

I winked at Sybilla, then walked past them toward the trainer waiting in the corner. As I moved away, I realized that my exchange with Sybilla would undoubtedly reach Evanthe's ears, making her even angrier. From now on, I would need to be more careful navigating the Moon Alliance Program.

The older trainer watched me approach with an appraising gaze. "You're here," she announced flatly.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

"Una. Call me Una."

"Got it."

I stood still as Una rose from her seat, her eyes fixed on my face as if trying to extract every secret from my mind.

"Tonight is a special night for you," Una said. "You'll be spending it with Ezra. Do you know what that means?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't."

Una chuckled, positioning herself in front of me and looking me up and down. "I'm a woman, but I can see why Ezra chose you. You're not bad to look at."

She clapped her hands and walked to the edge of her workstation. "Serving Ezra is different from serving other men. He's the king of a business empire, so you must treat him like a king. Whatever he asks you to do, you do it without question."

"Whatever?" I asked, fear creeping into my voice.

"Yes, whatever. If he says start, you start; stop, you stop; die, you die!"

Seeing my shocked expression, Una continued firmly, "Yes! There are many things you can do to set the mood. You can pour him drinks, massage his shoulders, strip for him or give him a lap dance, pleasure him. And by pleasure him, I mean have sex with him, fulfill his sexual needs for the night. Even if he wants you to role-play, do it. You are to effectively carry out his commands without complaints. After all, it's your duty. That's why you were brought here. To please men like him."

The brutal truth hit me like a thousand fists to my gut. I took a deep breath, swallowing hard.

"What if I'm uncomfortable with some things? Can I say no?" I asked.

Una raised an eyebrow. "Young lady, do you think you have a say in what you can and cannot do in Ezra's bedroom?"

I shook my head.

"Good. Now, do you see that outfit on the couch behind you?"

I turned to look at the sofa, noticing red fabric placed there.

"That's what you'll change into when you get to his room."

I calmly and carefully picked up the garment, nearly screaming when I realized what it actually was. A red lingerie set with a sheer red robe that would leave almost nothing to the imagination.

"This? I have to wear this? Can't I wear something else?" I asked, panic rising in my voice.

Una dismissed my concern, moving away from the desk. "When pouring Ezra a drink, you don't do it like a bartender or waitress. There's a way to walk, to be seductive. Remember, everything you do is to arouse him."

She completely ignored my question about the outfit.

I threw the lingerie back on the sofa with a heavy sigh.

"I'll teach you how to properly pour Ezra a drink. During this, make sure to touch him..." Una continued.

*This is going to be a very long day for me,* I thought.

Just the idea of having sex with Ezra tonight sent my entire body and mind into chaos, making it impossible to think straight. While I felt conflicted and anxious, Lyra was unusually excited, eagerly anticipating contact with our mate.

*Tonight,* Lyra whispered in my mind, *we'll finally be with our mate.*