Chapter 14 A New secret
"Huhhh??" I gasped, the air rushing into my lungs.
"Earlier?" My mind reeled. Did he mean the moment he first saw me at the Moonstone pack? Or was there something else? Before I could process the weight of his words, a frantic noise erupted from outside the heavy oak doors—the sound of boots pounding on stone and the muffled cries of guards.
A voice cut through the thick atmosphere of the room, sharp and urgent. "King Deacon! I am so sorry for disturbing your night, but a war is going on right outside your palace!"
I froze. A cold shock washed over me, immediately triggering memories I had buried deep for eleven years. The flashes came back in a blinding white heat—the smoke, the screams, the metallic scent of blood. This was exactly how it had started. This was how my mother had burst into the room to warn us before the massacre began.
The King’s reaction was instantaneous. As soon as the words reached him, he leaned down and bit my neck with a possessive, sharp nip before pulling out of my pussy immediately. The sudden loss of his heat left me shivering as I scrambled to get up from the furs.
"What's happening, Alpha King?" I asked, my voice finally finding its way out without a shred of fear. "Should I come with you? Is it because of me?"
Deacon didn't answer right away. His movements were a blur of lethal efficiency. He didn't even wait to put on his shirt; he simply fastened the belt of his trousers, his bare chest still glistening from our sweat. He zoomed toward the door like a flash of lightning, but then he was back in front of me in an instant.
He grabbed my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Stay here," he commanded. "There is no need for you to put on your clothes, because I will be back to continue what I started. I am not satisfied yet."
He kissed me—a hard, brief seal of promise—and then he was gone, zooming back out the door. I ran after him, my heart hammering against my ribs. As I peered into the hallway, I saw Calus, and the look on his face sent a fresh wave of fear through my veins. I prayed that history wasn't repeating itself, that I wasn't about to watch another world burn.
As the door was about to swing shut, a hand caught the edge. It was pushed open with a slow, deliberate force, and a woman walked in.
I stood there, naked and vulnerable, my red hair cascading over my shoulders. I wanted to speak, to demand what she was doing here, but a sudden caution held me back. I hadn't received a command from the King regarding her yet. I decided to stick to the script. I would remain the mute girl for just a little longer.
"Ohhh, mute girl," Lady Phina purred, her eyes scanning my bare body with a dark, appreciative hunger. "I know you are probably wondering why I came in like this. I came to congratulate you, but it seems you were quite busy with the King."
She walked toward me, sniffing the air as a predatory smile touched her lips. "I can smell the heat in the atmosphere. It reeks of him."
I wanted to scream at her. What's happening outside? What war is that? Is there a way I can help? But I stayed silent, my jaw tight.
Phina began circling me, her gaze lingering on my curves. "What did you possibly do? Strip your way in and make the King hard? Look at you... that perfect hot body, that fire-red hair... and that juicy pussy."
Suddenly, she lunged forward and hugged me. Her hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against her. Before I could react, one of her hands moved upward to squeeze my breast while the other hand slid down between my legs. She dipped her fingers inside my pussy, still slick and open from the King.
I gasped, my eyes widening. What the actual hell was happening? I felt a huge, confusing sensation—an irritation that fought with a dark, primal spark of pleasure I didn't want to feel. I moaned silently against my will. She bent down slightly, and I didn't even realize what was happening until I felt her tongue on my pussy.
The shock was like an electric wire. A huge pain flared in my chest, a rejection of her touch that gave me the strength to shove her back.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I screamed.
Phina froze. Her eyes opened wide, sparkling with a newfound delight. "So... you were just putting on a show," she whispered, her voice breathless. "You were not a mute. Wowwwwwww!"
Fear gripped me, but Phina didn't back down. She snarled and lunged again, using her full force to push me back onto the bed. She pinned me down, forcefully widening my legs, and buried her face in my heat, sucking at my pussy with a desperate intensity.
"Urrg, Lady Phina, what are you doing?" I cried out, struggling against her grip and finally pushing her away again.
"Licking away the King's deposits," she said harshly, wiping her mouth as she sat back. "Do you think just because you had sex with the King that you are special? We always have sex with each of the mates he rejects, so don't feel too ahead of yourself. You are just a temporary sweet mate."
She moved in closer, her face inches from mine. She grabbed my chin, her nails digging in, and pressed a hard, bruising kiss against my lips as I struggled.
"You will look for me soon," she whispered against my mouth. "But for now, enjoy your new marriage. But do not fall for him, Aurora. Alpha King Deacon only fucks. He doesn't keep his toys."
She stood up and smoothed her dress, walking toward the door with a triumphant swagger. Right before she closed it, she turned back one last time.
"The good thing now is that you have a voice," she winked, holding up the finger she had used to penetrate me. She licked it slowly, her eyes locked on mine. "Now, I can't wait to hear you moan my name while I suck you and while you strip on my pussy."
The door clicked shut, leaving me shivering and alone in the dark chamber, the sound of the war outside growing louder by the second.