~ Rhys ~
“Rhys, that was your chance-”
“Don’t,” Rhys warned his friend. The Alpha did not need reminding of what he’d lost from rejecting the she-wolf. But he would rather tolerate that than accept someone so unworthy.
A rogue! What was the Goddess thinking? They were enemies. Surely, the deity knew they'd be at each other's throats. Literally. Rhys tenderly grazed his throat, the very spot where Amira had plunged her blade. He pondered how she fared following his retaliation, his claws sinking into her flesh.
He hoped her escape was a fucking struggle. His eyes gleamed in fury. Nobody escaped the king's wrath. Yet he allowed her to slip out. It was no skill of hers. He refused to admit to it.
Baltir sighed, dragging his hand over his face and leaving it there. “The Moon Goddess will not be pleased-”
“Fuck her,” Rhys growled his blasphemy. “What has she done for me and my family?”
“You shouldn’t-”
“Enough,” Rhys cut off his friend again. “Send in Eden.”
His balls were still aching for release, even now. He’d never had a type before, but Amira called to him like that of a siren, and he almost fell for it. Although she was a rogue and a leader of the rebels, he couldn't deny Amira was something else.
Rhys despised her for it. He despised his thoughts towards her. It was just the lingering tendrils of affection he barely felt from the mate bond that never was.
Baltir remained seated a moment longer, staring at him in disbelief. He shouldn't. Sure, he found his 'mate'. That didn't mean shit. Not now. Not ever.
Baltir left him, and only ten minutes passed before Eden, the golden-haired she-wolf, arrived in nothing but a slip and a cloak to hide her ample breasts and long legs from guards outside.
“Your majesty,” Eden bowed her head in respect before sauntering over to kneel before him.
Rhys tilted his head back as she sprung his cock out of his breeches and got to work. Eden was the only one his wolf had yet to devour, though Rhys put it down to luck. Whenever he fancied a piece of her ass, his wolf was detained in some way, either resting after a killing spree, fatigued from lashing out at others, or, like tonight, was blocked from the poison coursing through his body.
Rhys' hand curled around the nape of Eden’s neck, directing her mouth over his cock, slipping in deeper as he closed his eyes to feel her wet, warm mouth and slippery tongue. He imagined Amira’s lips around his cock, and thrust hard into her mouth, wanting to bruise her throat into submission.
It would be satisfying to hear Amira beg him. To feel her gagging on his member. So. Fucking. Satisfying.
“Uhm!” Eden gagged, her nails digging into the top of his thighs. Rhys continued his savage assault on her throat until he yanked her away so she didn’t lose consciousness.
The dark locks and Amira’s features were gone, replaced by the golden hair of Eden, a complete contrast to his imagination. “Balcony,” he grunted as Eden breathed heavily with pre cum and saliva dripping from her lips.
Eden understood and scrambled up, pushing the doors open and bent over the smooth marble railing, spreading her legs and using her hands to part her backside. Rhys chuckled at the way his slave was eager to please. She probably thought she was special because he hadn’t killed her.
If anything, her pussy and mouth were satisfactory to his carnal desires. Rhys wasn’t sure if he could keep up his usual form with his injuries, but he just needed a release from that teasing little wench from before.
Stepping behind Eden, he slapped her backside before spitting on her ass and plunging his cock inside. She yelped and tensed, but it didn’t take long before she screamed for more.
Rhys found it irritating and stuck two fingers in her mouth, halting her obnoxious screams. Closing his eyes, he loathed himself and Amira again as he imagined fucking her into submission. He came with a loud growl, thinking of her sweet little body before he pushed the thoughts aside.
“My… King?” Eden breathed, her legs trembling with cum dripping from her ass.
Do you want me to cry, my... king? Rhys hissed at the memory.
Yes. In the most painstaking way, he wanted Amira to cry. He would find her but not kill her. No, death was too easy for what he wanted to do to her.
With a growl, he dismissed thoughts about Amira away.
Rhys would normally be at it for hours, but tonight he was quick to cum. His side was throbbing and pulsating with continuous sharp pains.
“I think you’re getting too used to this.” He spanked Eden's backside and moved back. “Bed. You should earn your keep.”
Eden was once a Duke’s daughter, but he sold her to the king to pay off his debts. Rhys cleared the debts, not intending to even see Eden, but she’d been intent on gaining his favour, most likely because her father had a gambling addiction. She thought by serving him with good, wet pussy and a skilful tongue, the Duke and his territory would be saved.
The following year the Duke’s estate fell, he was imprisoned, and the family’s title was stripped. Eden became even more eager to please, most likely as a form of survival and so she could remain at the palace with such luxuries. He didn’t care. As long as she didn’t annoy him and kept out of his way until he called her, she could do as she pleased, to a degree.
Lying back on the bed, Rhys watched the she-wolf climb over him. Eden proceeded to satisfy him, though it never seemed enough, and was exhausted when he finally relented and had his fill. All thoughts of Amira and his appetite dwindled.
Sweaty and in some discomfort, Rhys passed out with the she-wolf hooked to his side, something he never let happen. But sleep claimed him before he could order her back to her bed chambers.
~ Amira ~ A cold shiver stirred Amira awake, though, through her grogginess and injuries, she merely peeked through her lashes, noting the change in scenery. She was no longer in the forest, and the rumbling noise of gravel beneath wheels and the motion rocking her body alerted her to the carriage she was in. She relaxed, feeling safe from the blanket wrapped around her body and the smell of spices. “Rest, Amira. Gather your strength before meeting Xenos.” The mention of his name should have startled her to alertness, but she did not want to wake from her dreams. Even if they were nightmares. It was better than her reality. She’d failed to kill the Alpha King and returned alive to face Xenos' wrath. Amira’s eyes drooped shut again, too tired to care. Her sleep was restless, her eyes occasionally slipping open to see the passing of streets under the silver hues of the moon that escaped the clouds. At one point, Amira sensed her body being lifted and moved, but exhaustion and the s
~ Rhys ~ Sighing, Rhys rolled onto his side. His breathing came easily, devoid of pain in his lungs, and his throat felt a little uncomfortable, but the sharp stinging sensation had vanished. He felt… refreshed. Was the aconite out of his system so quickly? It had been some time since he was last poisoned, but he never recovered this fast. Unless he slept for longer? Rhys was about to drift off to sleep once more, satisfied his recovery was quicker than he anticipated, until he noticed the consciousness of another being. It did not feel like his feral, ferocious wolf, Demon. His eyes snapped open, concerned with this strange feeling. He blinked as the musty, dark room came into focus. A frown formed on his face as a sense of disorientation washed over him. The bed beneath him lacked any trace of luxury or comfort, and the presence of two meagre pillows and a thin blanket startled him, revealing that this was most certainly not his familiar opulent abode. Rhys remained prone, care
~ Amira ~Putting her utensils down, Amira stared at the Beta. No more-like was gawking at the Beta. He was scolding her, well, Rhys, for letting Eden, the woman the king slept with the night before, stay in his bed chambers.“You know she will think there is more between you now. She is not your mate, and…” Beta Baltir continued his scolding whilst Amira remained quiet, assessing him. The Beta appeared mostly composed, yet being early in the morning, he had forgone a cravat, leaving three buttons of his shirt undone, revealing glimpses of ink on his skin. Amira swallowed hard as she gazed at the well-defined chest muscles adorned with tattoos, transforming this scolding Beta from a ‘good boy’ to someone she might very well get along with. It was too early to come to that conclusion, though. Besides, this was all in her head. The Beta probably was a goody two shoes in real life.It didn't matter. Right now, Amira would enjoy this mighty fine view.“Are you well, Rhys?”Amira’s gaze
~ Rhys ~ Xenos? Rhys recognised the name, but he didn’t seem quite up to figuring it out yet, what with being a fricken woman! He growled his annoyance, the sound coming out not as ferocious as he meant. “I know he’s a dick, but we just have to get through it,” Zayyan said before turning away. Rhys nodded and started to follow. “Woah, woah. What do you think you’re doing?” Zayyan looked at him like he was crazy. “Your charms aren’t going to get you out of this one. Put some bloody clothes on.” He gestured at Rhys' attire. “I’ll wait outside.” Rhys glanced at his clothing, still feeling overly surreal that he had breasts and pussy. Zayyan was right, though. This was no way for a lady to leave a room. He scoffed, scanning the room for a wardrobe of some sort. Muttering to himself, Rhys remarked, "Amira's not really a refined lady..." Though he hadn’t seen her since she was four, he was pretty certain her etiquette lessons were far from satisfactory. “Where are her clothes!?” He
~ Rhys ~ It made sense that Xenos Desai was one of the leaders of the rebels. It was unclear if he became a rogue before or after the fall of the Shadow Moon pack. The events were close together long ago, before Rhys’ reign. Xenos strolled towards Rhys, his expression cold, his large body most likely meant to be intimidating as he approached his niece. Leaning forwards, he held Rhys' hardened gaze, then burst into laughter, smacking Rhys on the shoulder so much his body shook, and his bones seemed to rattle. Yet the humour on Amira’s uncle’s face did not reach his eyes, nor did his laughter seem genuine; it was cold and forced. Rhys could see straight through his little façade. He hadn’t been there long, but he got the impression that Uncle Xenos did not particularly like Amira. Or he was a cold bastard who seemed power-hungry. “Of course I am! I am just afraid your reputation is tarnished. You are the best and could not defeat the Alpha King.” Xenos sighed, turning away and look
~ Amira ~Waltzing through the palace without anxiously looking over her shoulder, Amira enjoyed the bows and curtsies towards her, well, Alpha King Rhys. She was used to nods of acknowledgement from guild members but nothing as extravagant as this!There were only a few servants around and guards posted throughout the palace. If there were courtiers, then they were all still asleep in their chambers. As they should be at this time. Amira was an early riser, especially since her view from her normal room at the guild had a view of the valley; it always made her want to get up before others when everything was peaceful and eerily quiet before the hustle and struggle of daily life.Whilst Amira’s mind spun with life back in the Wilds, she admired the grandeur of the place, trying to ignore Beta Baltir’s stares.“You act like you’ve never been here before. We need to go down this corridor..” He trailed off, looking at her strangely whilst pointing in the opposite direction. The polished
~ Amira ~ Amira didn’t flinch or tense up to Baltir’s sudden change in demeanour. Though he harboured suspicion, he had no way to substantiate that she wasn't the king. Moreover, she was confident that he wasn't entertaining such thoughts in the first place. Even if this Beta did figure it out, Amira wouldn't care. She'd wake up at some point. Remaining chill, Amira shrugged it off. “Look, some of my memories are a little foggy and mixed at the moment. It might bet the aconite messing with my head.” Baltir narrowed his eyes momentarily before he nodded as though it all made sense. “Yes, you’re right. You’d never admit you’re wrong,” he muttered beneath his breath, not meant for her ears. But she heard it anyway. Once that tense moment passed and Baltir seemed to watch the Alpha King more seriously though he did not fault her for wanting to have fun. Racing to the lake wasn’t the only activity they planned as the king’s day of ‘slacking off’. They were deep in the forest of the
~ Rhys ~ Amira’s uncle left down the corridor whilst Rhys and Zayyan went in the opposite direction, passing the chandelier and the droplets of wax on the wooden floorboards below it. "Do you not want to change?" Zayyan asked randomly. Rhys frowned up at him. "Why? What's wrong with this?" Amira didn't have loads of clothes to choose from. What was he talking about? There was no way he was putting on that corset. Zayyan held his hands up in surrender. "Nothing! I just wondered..." He trailed off and looked away. They walked in silence until the men sitting at tables and at the bar turned to look at them. Rhys was used to attention, but this was slightly different. Zayyan cleared his throat. “I’m getting an ale. Do you want the usual?” He asked, walking faster as some of the men started to approach them. Rhys nodded, watching Zayyan greet a few men before going behind the bar and greeting the barman. The men approaching him were twice the size of his current body. Some of t