Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

Ashen's POV

The moment Ashen read magnus's message, he knew he wouldn't play by his rules. He was king and not one of his minions, so he couldn't just lure me into his trap. Instead of meeting him at shadow veil lane, he had his warriors track his location. It took hours, but finally, they found them—an abandoned estate on the outskirts of the kingdom.

Without wasting time, with a sharp nod to his men, they moved in. The night was thick with tension as they moved through the shadows, weapons drawn. Ashen's heart racing with an ultimate goal: bring Zara home.

He signalled to his men, and they stormed in. The moment they entered, the clash of steel rang out as Magnus's men lunged forward.

Explosion rippled through the room, fist and blades collided. Ashen's claws extended as he tore through the enemy, creating a path through a room where he knew Zara would be, but when he pushed the door open, it was empty. But his eyes caught sight of the left over meal by the bedside

They fled.

And they fled with his woman.

Cowards.

A growl escaped from his throat, frustration burning through his veins. He had failed. The weight of it pressed against his chest, suffocating him. He clenched his fists, fury and regret warring within him as they made their way back to the palace.

The moment he stepped into his room, Darius approached, bowing deeply. "Alpha, Lady Selene has arrived as requested."

He exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She is not a suspect," she said his voice clipped. "Ensure she's is comfortable. She will return to her pack at dawn."

The servants nodded and left, and he sank into his chair, his mind consumed by the loss of Zara.

Across the room, Selene sat in the lavish guest room, her fingers trailing over the silken sheets. She had always dreamed of living here, by Ashen's side as his Luna. But that dream had been stolen by Zara.

Yet fate had been on her side and granted her a gift.

Zara was gone.

She had seen the tension in Ashen's face, the frustration, the torment. He was vulnerable. And she would use this rate chance wisely.

Standing, she adjusted the thin silk robe that clung to her curves, ensuring that her cleavage were visible. With careful, graceful steps, she made her way to his room. The guards didn't stop her—Ashen had told them she was his guest.

Ashen paced his chambers, his mind a storm of rage and helplessness.

Magnus!!! He seethed.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Enter," he barked, his voice harder than intended.

The door creaked open revealing Selene. His eyes fell to her dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. She stepped inside, her expression carefully arranged into one of concern. The candlelight flickered against her smooth skin, highlighting the delicate angles of her face.

"Ashen....." She whispered, stepping closer. "I'm so sorry for what happened."

He exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. "There's nothing to be done," he muttered. "Zara is gone, and I can't find her."

Selene's lips parted as she hesistated for a moment before closing the distance between them. "You're carrying too much on your shoulders, my Alpha. Let me help you."

He tensed as she reached up, trailing her fingers along his arm. "I don’t need help," he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

Selene smiled softly, stepping even closer, her breasts pressing against his chest wall. "That's a lie," she purred. "You need release. You need comfort. Let me be that for you."

Ashen's muscles stiffened but he didn't push her away. Selene was patient, her fingers grazed his chest, her touch feather light but she deliberate. Purposely, she let the strap of her dress fell, the thin dress barely concealing her hardened peak.

"I remember when you wanted me," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his throat. "Before she came along. You don't have to be lonely tonight." Her voice was sultry and coaxing.

Ashen's restraint snapped. With a growl, he seized her by the waist, his fingers trailing her jaw line. She gasped as he crushed his lips against hers, devouring her with a hunger that was more about control than passion.

Selene moaned against his mouth. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, sucking and licking the walls. He withdrew from the kiss, and slipped down the dress from her body. She wasn't wearing any lingerie beneath the dress. Selene allowed him, and just stepped out of dress.

Selene hands found his robe, and he removed it room his body. Ashen stood completely naked as Selene took in the sight of his dripping, redhead cock. Her eyes widened with excitement. He is so huge. So beautiful.

Ashen carried her, her legs wrapped around him as he made a trip towards the bed.

Ashen hovered over her, his gaze dark and unreadable. "You wanted this?" he growled. "Then take it."

With that, his lips parted and he took one of her beaks in his mouth, teasing and rolling it between his teeth. His other hand slid lower and found her clean shaved and wet cunt. His fingers circled around the clit.

"Arghhhhhhhh," Selene moan, arching into him.

After circling for a while, and teasing the sensitive bud, Ashen slammed two fingers to her, stretching her open.

"Fuck.... Selene," Ashen drawled against her nipples as he felt her cunt tightening around his fingers. "You are so.... tight."

He thrust his fingers harder into her and then out, fucking her rythmically till she could no longer take it. She tried to close her thighs, but Ashen's held her in place.

After a while, he withdrew his fingers from her, and dipped into her mouth, tasting her. "Fuck," he moaned with his eyes closed. "You tasted so amazing, Selene," Ashen's growled as he wiped his fingers dry, not wanting any of the juice to go to waste.

A satisfied smirk tugged on Selene's lips, and in that moment she knew she has won. She did truly win, because in that moment, Ashen had totally forgotten about the woman he claimed to love. All that was on his mind now was to slammed his cock into Selene's tight sheath.

"Turn around," he said, his voice sharp and authoritative.

Selene quickly squatted on the bed, her hand gripping the sheets. Ashen grabbed his cock, stroking it for a while. Then he placed his hand on her ass, and buried his cock inside her.

"Ohhhhhh." Selene eyes widened with a mix of pleasure and pain. But Ashen didn't care. She wanted this. He thrust out, only to slam back harder, his hand found her breasts and he cupped it, using it to push her forward and backward.

"Ashen," she whimpered. Ashen wasn’t making love to her. He was drowning in his own pain, seeking solace in her body.

After a while, she adjusted to him, and leaned into him. Their gasps, moans and the sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room.