Chapter 16 Chapter 15
Alpha king keiran.
After my announcement, the temperature in the room immediately dropped as the words hung heavy in the air, I watched as Princess Evelyn's face contorted with shock and terror. Her eyes, once bright and defiant, now held a vulnerability that struck me like a dagger to the heart. I had expected her to beg, to plead for mercy, to offer herself in exchange for a reprieve. But what she did next surprised me even more.
She said nothing.
Evelyn simply lowered her gaze, her shoulders slumped and her lips trembling as she dug her hands into her thighs.
"Is that all, Master?" She asked and that took me back.
After all, she had every reason to fight against the degrading role I had assigned her. She just accepted her fate with a quiet resignation that unsettled me more than any protest could have. It was as though she had already resigned herself to this new life as a slave.
I immediately dismissed her, refusing to dwell on such conflicting emotions that swirled inside me, going back to my duties. But it doesn't take for me to grow very agitated, my thoughts trailing off and my hands pausing on the scroll I was writing, my gaze unseeing.
Why are you still doing this? A voice asked inside me and I recognized it to be my wolf, Xavier. He sounded agitated, moving restlessly inside of me. Why are you going ahead with this!? He asked again.
"Because I can." I muttered out loud. And Evelyn is just a slave. A slave I should have killed long ago, I said to myself but for some reason, I couldn't believe my own words. Truly, why was I doing this?
I tried to push aside the nagging feeling, the relentless inner turmoil that churned like a tempestuous sea. I was the Alpha King, the ruler of my kingdom and it's people, and I could not afford to be distracted by such trivial matters.
But as the minutes turned into hours, the agitation within me refused to abate. It was as though my wolf, that primal and unpredictable aspect of my nature, was trying to tell me something. It howled and growled, a feral voice that echoed within my mind, demanding to be heard.
"Why are you so concerned?" I whispered to my wolf, my voice a low, almost inaudible murmur. I couldn't afford to show weakness, even to myself. I was the Alpha King, and I had to maintain control.
But my wolf's agitation only grew, a relentless tempest of fury and frustration. It paced within me, a caged beast yearning for release, and I could feel the physical pain of its restlessness. It gnawed at my insides, an insistent reminder that something was wrong.
I attempted to immerse myself in the affairs of the kingdom but, as I delved into matters of diplomacy and governance, the turmoil within me refused to be ignored.
The pain intensified, a searing sensation that twisted my insides. It was as though my own wolf was rebelling against my decisions, against my calculated cruelty toward Evelyn. I couldn't understand why it cared so much about the fate of a mere slave.
Frustrated and unable to concentrate, I pushed my work aside and stood from my desk, my breath heavy with a mix of anger and confusion. My wolf's presence loomed large, a dark shadow that threatened to consume me.
A sharper pain cut through me unlike any other, causing me to double over in pain, the quill in my hands falling off as I grabbed my chest, gritting my teeth. Unable to bear the pain any longer, I made a decision. When I was like this, there was only one thing to do.
"Guards!" I bellowed, my voice loud and echoing through the walls. Within moments, the door to my chambers flew open and a guard rushed in.
"Call me Morticia." I ordered sternly.
"Yes, your majesty." He answered and swiftly exited the Chambers.
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A while later, Morticia sauntered in, a smug look on her face as she greeted me, already removing her clothes. Once she was unclad, she settled herself on the table, giving her back to me as she poised seductively. I could care less about her seduction as I undid the straps of my trousers, bringing out my hard erection and positioning it into the center of her womanhood that was already glistening with arousal.
With one frenzied thrust, I slammed into her, burying my erection into her completely and pounding away. She screamed in pain, twisting around on the table where she was on but I held her down, keeping her in place as I thrust into her, slapping her buttocks harshly.
Spreading her legs apart, I continue with the ruthless strokes, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up with it, before grabbing her neck, impaling her with my cock. She rolled her eyes to the back of my head, undulating her hips for me.
"Oh... Gods..." She groaned out. "It hurts, but it feels so good." She moaned out. I clamped my hands to her mouth to silence her screams as I continued to slam into her, over and over again. There was nothing sweet and beautiful about this sex, only a means to get rid of the pain that threatened to drive me crazy. She found her release first but it takes a while for me to do but soon I stilled, my eyes snapping shut as exploded inside her, before pulling out and spreading the rest on her reddened buttocks as she laid sprawled on the table, out of breath and sweating.
The pain immediately receeded, replaced by a cold feeling of emptiness. I glared at her in disgust before wiping the frown from my face and walking away from her. "Get out." I instructed immediately, not casting a glance at her as I went to clean myself up, eager to rid myself of her scent.
When I returned, she was no longer in the chambers. With a sigh, I settled back to my duties, fueled with a need to finish it quickly. But to my surprise, the pain returns, this time, twice as worse as before. Gritting my teeth, I fell to the ground as the raw pain clawing my insides, tearing through my defenses, and I found myself unable to control the beast within.
Howling in pain, I feel as my body changes and my joints dislocates, going into an involuntary shift that was incredibly agonizing. Finally, I managed to rein in some control and stopped the act and slowly wait for my body to go back to normal. A single drop of blood trickled down my nose and fell to the ground, causing a splash and my hearts started pounding. What's wrong with me, Why is this happening??
Standing to my feet, I rushed to the mirror to check my reflection. On my skin are purple and black veins outlining my tanned skin. My blood ran cold at the sight as I realized what it is. No, it can't be possible.
Am I turning rogue?