The Lycan King

CHLOE

“Mercy, Your Majesty! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please let me live!”

I shouted without a shred of dignity because keeping my head mattered more.

But the King just growled at his horse and spurred it on.

He rode past me, kicking up a cloud of dust that covered me and made me cough.

“What an asshole! Being that hot doesn’t give him the right to act like an arrogant prick!” my wolf exclaimed in my head.

I coughed again. “Shut up, Vera...”

I was practically choking on the dust, and instead of hiding, my wolf was peeking out to watch him gallop into the castle.

I managed to get up with everyone staring at me.

Most were fascinated by the chance to see him up close, even for a few seconds.

The others gave me disapproving looks for getting in the monarch’s way.

I stepped aside, trying once again not to draw attention.

But I was already screwed.

Once I passed through the massive gates and reached the desk where duties were assigned, they didn’t think twice about sending me to clean the latrines.

“Damn it! We can’t catch a break.” Vera kept huffing, and I had no choice but to accept my fate.

Those of us who cleaned the latrines lived in the farthest, most depressing part of the palace.

After all, no one wanted to see where the shit went.

But between scrubbing toilets and washing the filthiest things the laundry staff refused to touch, I doubted anyone would ever find me.

That was how I started my new life in a place that was both the most dangerous and the safest for me.

A week had passed, and at least my internal injuries had healed, though the pain of losing my baby still haunted my nightmares.

The mark on the back of my neck ached badly.

I knew it craved Logan’s pheromones, but I’d hold out.

It should fade with time, once he marked his precious Melody.

I covered it with a bandage. I didn’t want to explain it to anyone.

One morning, I’d barely gotten up when one of the supervisors came looking for me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, already wearing my maid’s uniform.

“You’re coming with me to the Crimson Wing today. Katy’s sick, and you’ve had enough training by now...”

She spoke as she walked down the dormitory hallway.

“The... the Crimson Wing?”

That was where one of the King’s concubines lived.

Because yes, on top of being unpleasant, he was a shameless womanizer.

Three official concubines lived in the palace!

“What are you just standing there for? Come on!” She shouted, and I had no choice but to follow.

A little later, I finally entered one of the most elegant sections of the enormous palace.

These weren’t the bathrooms used by servants or lower-ranking staff. This was where the King’s current favorite lived.

His concubine Nadia.

“Listen carefully. We go in, clean the bathrooms, collect the sheets, and check for any used pads, and get out. Whatever you see or hear, pretend you’re part of the furniture. Understood?”

I nodded, growing nervous.

“Put your mask on. Let’s go.”

I pulled up the white cloth mask we wore, covering the lower half of my face.

She gently pushed the door open, and we entered a beautiful sitting room.

Everything was gold, velvet, and expensive furniture.

I pushed the heavy cart loaded with cleaning supplies and fresh linens.

The supervisor quickly handed out our tasks.

We were supposed to do our work while the concubine was out, but my supervisor was wrong...

I entered an enormous bedroom, and the smell of sex hit me immediately.

The female pheromones were delicate, seductive, but the male ones...

Goddess, I’d never smelled pheromones so dark and dominant.

They smelled like ice-cold whiskey, intoxicating enough to make my head swim.

A moan almost slipped out of me.

We Omegas were very sensitive to such dominant males.

“They’re the King’s... His wolf is so powerful. I’ve never felt anything like it,” Vera confirmed.

Clearly, the concubine had gotten her dose of morning sex, and judging by all the cum the King had left on the sheets, that man was very fertile.

I gathered all the sheets into a bundle.

The laundry staff would be along shortly to put on fresh ones.

Then I crossed the elegant bedroom toward the bathroom.

But my steps slowed as I heard strange sounds coming from inside.

I shouldn’t have kept going. I knew that.

And I shouldn’t have peeked through the gap in the bathroom door to see the concubine on all fours on the marble floor.

I could see her bare pussy, still dripping the King’s cum, while her head bobbed with muffled sucking sounds.

I stood there, mesmerized by the full balls she sucked between her red lips while her hand slid up and down a thick, massive shaft.

Oh, Goddess. I could even see the thick veins pulsing, carrying blood straight to the tip, shaped like a little pyramid.

Pearls of precum seeped from the small opening in the head, and I found myself swallowing.

My body grew hot from the sight, from the scent, or maybe from the pleasure she felt serving that impressive male.

He sat on the toilet, relaxed and completely naked, and my gaze traveled up.

Over his hard lower belly, past that sexy trail of hair, and up to his perfect abs, every muscle clearly defined.

Dark nipples stood out against his broad, muscular chest, covered in tribal tattoos that made him look even wilder.

The ink climbed one side of his neck, where water dripped from his dark hair.

Then my gaze reached the sharp angle of his tense jaw.

Light stubble covered the lower half of his face and framed his full, tight lips.

I wondered what such a beautiful man’s expression looked like while he was being pleasured.

I played with fire and kept looking.

Over the masculine angles of his face, his straight nose, and then... those icy, steel-gray eyes.

The concubine let out a loud moan just as my gaze met the Lycan King’s.

I’d been watching them, and he... had been watching me the whole time.