Chapter 22 Chapter 21
Morticia.
My heart pounded in my chest as his grip tightened, a mixture of fear and regret flooding my senses. The Alpha King was not one to be trifled with, especially when challenged.
His voice lowered to a menacing growl as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from mine. "Let this be a warning," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "The next time you make such a blunder, it won't be a warning you receive." He stated. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, your majesty!" I choked out, flailing my arms, desperate to get out of his menacing grip and aura. He released me then, stepping back and leaving me breathless, shaken. I dared not speak, dared not challenge him further. My pride was wounded, but my survival depended on my ability to play the game.
But Kieran wasn't finished with me yet. With a commanding tone, he ordered me to strip, glaring at me with anger and something more sinister in his eyes. My eyes widened in shock but I complied immediately, not wanting to anger him further. I stripped myself bare and gripping me by my hair, Kieran pulled me along, slamming towards the table, his strength terrifying.
I opened my mouth to protest but he shoved a piece of cloth into it, gagging me as he kicked my legs apart, digging his fingers into my waist, causing me to squirm in pain, tears springing up into my eyes. Pressing his body against mine on the table, he growled into my ears, his tone scathing.
"Let it be known, Morticia. I do not take orders from anyone, most especially you. Do you understand?" He asked as he gripped me tighter.
"Yes!" I yelled but it's muffled by the cloth in my mouth, tears pouring from my eyes as terror slashed through me. He slaps his hand on my back, sending more pain through me as he continued to swat my back with a velocity that knocked my breath away. "Do you understand!" He yelled louder.
I nodded vehemently but he doesn't stop, striking me with the flat of his palm, continuing with the brutal punishment in rapid succession. Each one was harder than the last, causing a blistering pain that I've never felt in my in such a long time to engulf me from inside out. It hurt badly; like a riding crop with blades in it had been used on my back.
Without any warning, he jutted my hips high in the air and buried himself inside of me, taking me like a savage beast. I screamed, tears pouring out from my eyes like rain, but he paid no heed to me, pulling my hair with no care of if it would hurt or not. He continued to inflict different kinds of pain on my body as he takes me ruthlessly, his strokes relentless. I couldn't stop screaming into the gag, grabbing onto the table like it was my lifeline.
He's using pain to keep me in place, reminding me of the role I occupied in his life—a role that could easily be replaced. My nostrils flared as hot tears streamed down my cheeks, his hands curling around my neck once more, grabbing me by the throat. The force of his thrusts promising to split me in half, I whimpered, unable to bear the assault on my senses.
Finally, he found his release and let me go instantly and I slipped to the ground, drained of all my strength, my body battered and bruised. Glaring at me with pure disdain, he growled out the next words. "Get the hell out of here!" He ordered, his burning glare setting my body on fire. With that, he turned around and walked away, leaving me on the ground as I cried softly.
I immediately wore my clothes, disregarding the pain that coursed through my body. Once I done wearing them, my eyes spotted the tent at the far corners of his chambers and I stiffened, swiping away the tears that were streaming down my face. Peering closely at it, I made out a figure sleeping on the bed and discovered it to be Evelyn. What...!?
He kept her here? In his chambers!? How is that even possible? Oh... Hell no. With a renewed vigor, I stormed out of his chambers, my anger simmering beneath the surface. As the door closed behind me, I was left with a growing realization that my battle for his affections had just become even more treacherous. This can't be happening. No, it's getting out of hand. Evelyn, that puny little bitch, sleeping in his chambers??! The chambers where no one had spent the night in, not even the late Queen! At this rate, I'll lose before I even start!
No, I need to speed up my schemes. Put in more efforts. I need to get rid of Evelyn, the same way I got the rid of the queen.
Evelyn.
I woke up with a pounding headache, my entire body aching and feeling heavy. My eyes fluttered open, my gaze unfocused as I stared around me, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The soft sunlight spilled through the curtains, illuminating everything that it touched with it's golden hues, a stark contrast to the cold, barren crib I had called home for weeks. Slowly, the fog of sleep lifted, and I remembered the events of the previous day. Dread settled deep within me.
Clutching the bedsheets tightly, I scrambled to my seat, my hands flying to check every part of my body.
I reached out with trembling fingers, instinctively checking my body for any signs of violation. To my surprise, there were no marks, no evidence of the torment I had expected. Confusion washed over me as I tried to make sense of it all. Did they not go through with it?
"You're awake." A voice broke through the eerie silence, sending a jolt of fear through me. I turned my head slowly to the source, my breath catching as I locked eyes with the Alpha King Kieran, who sat in a regal chair nearby, his gaze fixed on me. What is he doing here?
Still surprised, I stared at him, taking my time to really note his features. He was dressed in a simple tunic and trousers, his long wavy black hair, flowing freely on his shoulders, a tired look on his handsome face and his lips pursed. He almost looked like he didn't get any sleep. That's when I realized, I was in his chambers! Panic swelled inside of me and my voice failed me as I gawked at him, dumbstruck. What am I doing here?
"How do you feel?" He asked again, his voice calm and controlled. My lips trembled, but I said nothing. Instead, tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the situation, my emotions too overwhelming to contain.
"How do I feel?" I repeated without thinking. "How do you think I feel!? You threw me to those monsters for them to gobble me up and you're asking how I feel? I feel just great!' I snapped back sarcastically.