LOGINLiam (POV)
I couldn’t seem to help myself when the cute little servant girl smiled at me and winked as I patted her ass as she walked passed me in the kitchen. I was coming down for a drink when she walked in. So, I followed her to her room and took her in my arms and kissed her ripping her clothes off and removing mine I threw her down on the bed and climb on top of her kissing and groping her and slamming my cock inside. I have always been one who can’t say no to the ladies and as King, I can damn well do as I please.
Not ten minutes into my sexual frenzy did I happen to register the door slamming open and looked over at my beautiful mate holding her stomach as if she were in pain which I did know about and smirked at her as I continued to ride this servant. Krystal turned and stormed away angry, but I didn’t care I was too much in pleasure to stop. I will deal with Krystal later.
When I was done, I dressed and left without saying anything to the servant girl.
I went upstairs expecting to find my mate and found her gone. I looked everywhere for her and couldn’t find her. I went outside and noticed a beauty swimming in the pool. She had a great body that showed hard work. “Didn’t I notice you during training this morning?” I asked her as she looked up and smiled at me.
“Why, yes just as I noticed you too.” She said licking her lips then climbed up out of the water and walked up to me. She looked down and noticed my hard-on. “So, would you like to go to someplace private and I can take care…” She grabs my cock and squeezes. “of this big problem of yours.”
I smile, “Lead that way.” I say as she leads me to a small cottage near the packhouse and takes me into her bedroom.
She walks through the door and throws herself at me kissing me with much passion as I begin to grind myself against her bikini bottom. I rip it off as well as her top and go down and begin eating her out making her squirm. I get her to orgasm on my face and quickly remove my clothes climbing on top of her. I enter and groan my pleasure as she moans out loud.
I begin thrusting in and out and enjoying the pleasure I was getting when suddenly a great pain hits me, “That bitch.” I cried out knowing exactly what the pain is. She was having sex with someone. I pull out of the female and roared as I quickly dressed.
“What is going on? What’s wrong?” She cried out at the loss of my dick.
I ignored her and stormed out to look for that cheating mate of mine. I just about tore the packhouse apart looking for her even after the pain went away. I went into the room we shared and decided to wait for that bitch of a mate.
She finally walks in as if nothing has happened. “Where were you and I see you washed off any scent of him.”
“I see you had not. You smell of two whores now.” She walked over to the closet and threw a towel at me. “Why don’t you wash their stink off you.” Then turns and walks back out.
I follow and grab her and pull her back into the room. “Where the hell were you and who were you with?” I ground out between gritted teeth.
“Why do you care? It didn’t seem to bother you to cause me pain.” She said trying to pull her arm from my grasp.
“Because you're mine. My mate. And I am King and can do anything I damn well please.”
“And I am now Queen and can do anything I damn well please.” She said glaring at me.
Damn, she is so hot I am so turned on. I ripped off her clothes as she ripped off mine our lips collided in hot passion. After our hot and rough passionate lovemaking, we both lay there in each other’s arms when she says, “You really should shower. You smell like a whore house.”
I chuckled and held her tight. “Then join me.”
“I am still mad at you.” She says but then smiles, “Yes I will join you.”
I smile back as I think to myself, ‘Seems I have met my match,’
‘Seems you have... idiot.’ Thor says as I turn the water on in the shower.
He for one hates when I dick other women now that we have found our mate. Only I have a tough time with that. I love women and they love me, and I love to dick them to pleasure. Maybe I have a problem, but I won’t stop my ways. Not even with a mate as beautiful as my Krystal. She will just have to get used to this life. But I will not tolerate her getting banged by anyone other than me. Even if I have to keep her locked away. She is mine.
We both cleaned each other and of course, had more hot sex and finally dressed and went down to dinner.
As we sat a young servant girl placed our food before us and especially gave me a little extra attention by leaning over to place my plate down and showing her cleavage. I smiled at her as she winked at me and headed back into the kitchen.
I looked over at Krystal and she was glaring at me. She had not missed what went on between the servant and me and I just raised my eyebrow at her. She looked away shaking her head softly before taking a bite of her food.
I can’t help myself. That young servant girl is quite attractive, and I will probably be finding myself banging her later. I am already getting hard thinking about it.
Krystal (POV) The first thing I learned after becoming Luna-Queen was this: the pack no longer ended at the edge of my sight. It lived inside me. I felt it when I woke—before my eyes even opened. Heartbeats layered over one another like distant drums. The soft vigilance of the guards changing shifts. The low hum of the palace breathing around us, stone and magic woven so tightly together they felt alive. And beneath it all—strongest of all— Life. I pressed a hand to my stomach as the sensation bloomed again. Not a kick this time, not movement, but presence. A steady certainty that our child existed not just within me, but with us. A third rhythm in the bond. Liam stirred beside me. “You’re awake,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep. “So are you,” I said softly. He smiled without opening his eyes. “I never fully sleep anymore.” I turned onto my side to face him. The moonlight caught the faint scar along his jaw, the one he’d earned years ago in a border skirmish long before
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Krystal (POV) The celebration was perfect. The pack was all excited about the heir. I am glad that I have not seen Elaina. I see Thomas chatting with friends, laughing and smiling. I am glad he is having fun. I felt bad using him the day I arrived. He is a good man. He will make a good father. I felt an arm going around my waist, and I looked up, smiling at my mate. He stayed by my side as we mingled with the pack. I felt as if I was floating on a cloud. I was so happy that Liam is becoming the mate I always desired. He kept catering to my needs and, now and again, would rub my belly where our pup was growing. He looked so proud that it warmed my heart. Towards the end of the night, a commotion on the other side caught everyone's attention. “I just want to talk to him,” A familiar voice said loudly. “No. I know your trick now, and I will not let you ruin his and her night.” That was Thomas’s voice. Liam and I looked over and saw Thomas holding onto an irate Elaina. “I only wa







