Xavier ran his hand over Mia’s legs before letting it sink into her skin, and she shivered at his touch, whimpering in silence. This was even harder than he thought it would be.
He’d had to force himself into her room after a few drinks because, according to the customary rites, they had to consummate their union on their wedding night for it to be valid.
Yet, he couldn’t make his cock come alive and do the simple job. The fucking thing had a mind of its own. Perhaps it didn’t. Perhaps his cock was responding to how he felt.
He didn’t want to touch her or hold her. She wasn’t his taste or class; she was the opposite of what he normally longed for in a woman. He had always picked them beautiful and fair until he met Zara, who was everything he wanted and he had cleaved to her ever since. He thought by thinking about Zara, his lover, and by replaying the images of her in his head, he’d be able to get into the moment. How wrong he was.
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The chilled breeze blowing through the window brushed over Mia’s face, and her lashes fluttered to see the dawn of the day. She moaned and turned her head to the side, getting acquainted with her territory. The light illuminating her room got her better acquainted with everything in it. This was her chambers, where she’d stay unless needed and beckoned on by the king. At the thought of him, she felt a little tightening in her chest and she dragged herself to sit up in bed. Last night wasn’t a wedding night, at least it wasn’t a blissful wedding night. It was filled with heartbreak, but in the end, she fell into an ocean of confusion. Her husband had left a few marks on her skin with his claws, his teeth, his fondles, his grip. His touch was unloving and forced. He had moved to take every bit of what was his, only to change his mind without saying why. The voices in Mia’s head told her why, and it was the reason she’d known for a while now. She
Mia had since stopped crying and had got better control of her emotions, which were previously all over the place. After she returned to the living room, Lydia moved to bring her homemade remedies for her red and puffy eyes and they did magic after she used them. A knock came on the door while Lydia helped her put on the scarlet robe. She let go of the robe and headed to the door while Mia finished with the buttons of its sleeve before turning around to see who it was. “Good morning, my queen.” the tall king’s guard with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes stepped in and bowed his head. “Good morning to you, too. What can I do for you?” she asked with her tone polite. “The alpha king has summoned you to his chambers.” She felt a jolt of panic in her stomach at the words of the guard. Her eyes, however calm as she asked. “Whatever for?” “He didn’t disclose, my queen.” She nodded her head, permitting hi
“I didn’t think you would make it,” Jobe said, gratitude in his pale blue eyes as he stepped up towards Mia, pulling her into his arms for a comforting hug. “I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I missed it.” She didn’t think the alpha king would grant her permission to leave after she got words from her father informing her that the family would hold last rites before cremation tonight. She ran into Edward, the crowned Prince, on her way back from the garden where she had received the news. He saw the torn look on her face and pressed her until she opened up. She told him about her need to be at her sister’s funeral in the evening. After spending less than ten minutes with the alpha King, he returned and informed her she had his permission to leave. Edward then offered to come along as a representative of his brother, the alpha king, who had his hands filled with royal duties, and she couldn’t say no. Although he had helped her, she didn’t trust him; he
A week later, Xavier’s eyes opened in bed, his arms still wrapped around Zara whom he had fallen asleep with last night. Her messed up blonde hair fell onto her back and a few on his hands. A smile came into his face as he heard her mumbling something to herself and his hand came up to stroke her face tenderly. This made her squirm and turn around and as she does this, her eyes fluttered and those amazing orbs of hers met his. “My king.” she breathed and a small smile came into her face. “My love,” he replied, leaning in and kissing her soft lips. She sighed and kissed back, her hands wrapping around him and pulling him closer. Her hand slid underneath the bedsheets and she found his shaft throbbing and stretching, getting turned on already. She grinned mischievously at him before pulling him towards her. She eased up to guide him inside. They share a passionate kiss as they collapsed from the heights. A few minutes pas
A month later, "Are you looking forward to the wedding banquet tonight?" Lydia asked, handing over the white cotton towel to Mia as soon as she stepped out of the bathtub. "What banquet?" Mai asked, taken aback by her question as she wrapped the towel around her body. They stepped into the bedroom together. "Your wedding banquet. To celebrate your union with the alpha king. For ordinary citizens in the kingdoms, wedding banquets are a week after their marriage, but for noble-born kings and queens, it's different. They get to enjoy a month of marital bliss also known as the honeymoon and after that the banquet takes place." she explained, clarifying the queen's confusion. There were a lot of things Mia didn't know, many things she didn't place her heart to know. This was one of them. She never thought she'd settle in the kingdom much less to the king and so she never sort to educate herself in the affairs of marriage. Part of the blame was on her for never considering other opportu
The banquet, just like he stated kicked off after a few minutes, but Mia received information to wait longer and so she did. She could hear the celebration music coming from downstairs, melodious and happy, perhaps too happy for her taste. The Alpha king had threatened her life again tonight, and she knew she had to be on her best behaviour. She moved to her drawer and pulled it open, bringing out the paper map she had kept safe in it when she first arrived at the Palace. She spread it on top of the drawer and glanced through. It was a map that displayed all kingdoms, their boundaries, and regions around the world, Wahala included. She had spent many months on end learning map reading so that when she finally left, she wouldn't depend on anyone for help. Mia's fingertips trailed over the circled part of the map named Reading. This was where she planned to go. The books she read stated that the Reading kingdom had the largest library in the world a
Jobe looked anything but convinced. Her father had taken care of her and catered to her well-being and state of mind since she was little and would notice the littlest thing, so she didn’t fault him for being suspicious. “Father, I’m fine. Life at the Palace is challenging, especially for someone like me who never saw themselves living here. But as my husband has rightly stated, it’s really great.” Jobe nodded, believing her words more than his. He then took a bow in reverence to the king. “It’s an honour to be here, my king. I wish you a happy life ahead.” He stretched his hand out and took Mia’s hand, giving a tight, reassuring squeeze and with this simple act, he told her everything would be fine. She had to believe. He took his leave soon after, stating a slight change in his breathing and asking for pardon to depart. Mia knew his excuse was just so he could leave. He knew there was more going on in her marriage more than sh
Learning that her husband had a mistress shouldn’t have come as a surprise. It’s been a month since they got married and in those times, he had only been in her bedroom a few times. The first was on their wedding night and he didn’t share her bed and after that was today when he came in to inform her about the banquet. Yet, knowing the truth surprised her. He had a mistress, a fairer, more radiant and elegant. Mia had to admit she felt insecure standing before Zara. She had taken notice of the fair and proud lady earlier while they spoke and she was a walking perfection. Discovering she was her husband’s mistress made sense. He longed for the best, and she was his best. She remembered how Zara spoke about two people loving each other and not being seen as fit by society. At first, it was more like a parable, but after being told who she was, she knew she spoke about the alpha king. The king had a thing for fair and beautiful, and she was not that. She was not the fair bride he wante