LOGINReyna's POVThe moment I took a step forward, a gust of cold wind swept over, the silk of my gown rippling wildly around my legs. "This way, ladies," Clark said, his deep voice carrying a sharp, protective tone. I nodded, though my eyes were already wandering. The venue stood several hundred feet ahead, glowing beneath hundreds of crystal chandeliers visible through the towering glass windows. The name "The Royal Grand Hall" was written at the very top, the building painted white, with wolves of all sizes drawn on the marble columns. Elegant fountains surrounded the entrance; horse-drawn carriages lined one side of the circular driveway, while sleek vehicles occupied the other. Men and women dressed in dazzling gowns and tailored suits stepped onto the red carpet, one after another. A strange, suffocating chill crawled beneath my skin, making goosebumps rise on my skin. Instinctively, I rubbed my forearm, hoping some heat and distraction would push the feeling. But why do I feel li
Reyna's POVI stood inside the closet, carefully sliding a garment hanger from one of the rails. Hanging from it was an emerald dress, one of the beautiful dresses Amelia had picked during our shopping trip at the Capital. Butterflies filled my stomach as I carried it over to the bed and laid it neatly across the mattress. I smoothed the fabric with my palms before stepping back to admire it. I couldn't believe I was attending the gala, not dressed like a slave, and that, for some reason, made my palms sweat.The door was pushed open, and I didn't have to look up from the dress to know that it was Amelia. She had left briefly to go for her stuff after we had agreed we'd get ready in my room. The sun was almost setting, and I knew Clark would come for us any minute from then. Instead of her usual straight walk, she was walking carefully, carrying a bag draped over both arms. I smiled, gesturing toward the dress already lying on my bed. "You are just in time.""Well..." She trailed off,
King ZionThe palace was still deeply asleep when I left, save for the kitchen staff preparing meals and the soldiers standing watch. I had stood outside Reyna's door and simply looked at it for several seconds. The previous night, I had returned long after midnight, when she was already asleep. The day had been a long one, with me trying to finish the work that had been pending after spending over 24 hours with her. I had quietly cracked her door just enough to peer inside, to catch a glimpse of her. Goddess knew I wanted to wake her, but instead, I had quietly pulled the door shut again and left.Now, the duty called once more. "I'll be back tonight," I murmured beneath my breath before turning away.The drive to the capital passed in comfortable silence, with Clark quieter than usual. He was behind the wheel, while I sat in the passenger seat, my mind wandering to Reyna, to the unsolved attempted murder and murder cases. Occasionally, he would smile to himself, obviously thinking a
Reyna's POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was the burning discomfort between my legs, just enough to make me regret every attempt to move. I let out a quiet groan, squeezing my eyes shut as I carefully rolled onto my back. "Goddess..." I whispered. Every muscle in my body ached: my thighs, my hips, and my back. Instinctively, I reached toward the other side of the enormous bed, but it was cold. King Zion was already gone, and for a brief moment, I simply stared at the empty space beside me. My heart sank, and a heavy feeling washed over me. Had he left because he regretted everything? That question made my throat feel suddenly drier than it had when I opened my eyes. "Is that a note?" I whispered to myself when my eyes caught a folded piece of paper resting on the bedside table, my name written across it in sharp, elegant cursive. I picked it up carefully, unfolded it, and read it aloud. "Rest today; you need to after yesterday." I read it once, then again, and then a third
Reyna's POVThe previous soreness from our encounter was still there, a dull, lingering burning heat between my thighs, on my outer lower lips.“Ah!” I gasped as the king slowly guided himself to my entrance and began pushing, a sudden sharp sting spreading from the point of contact. My fingers immediately flew out, gripping the thick sheets beneath me as he went deeper. My eyes squeezed shut, a soft whimper catching in my throat as the sheer size of him stretched my sensitive walls.“Relax, Reyna,” he cooed, his deep voice thick with his own restraint."Too big," I cried out, my walls clenching involuntarily the more he pushed, rubbing on my sore flesh. I would have told him to stop, but despite the burn, my pussy was throbbing with want, weeping for his delicious cock. Finally, he bottomed out, and a breath escaped me. For a while, he remained still, allowing the burn to subside and my insides to adjust while he whispered sweet nothings to me."Can I move now?" he ground out the wor
Reyna's POVHours later, after three good rounds of amazing intimacy, the room had finally fallen quiet. The only sounds left were the rhythmic breathing of King Zion beside me. Somehow I had fallen asleep for a few minutes and when I opened my eyes before the sun set, I simply lay there. My fingers absentmindedly traced lazy circles over the firm muscles of his chest, while his arm remained securely wrapped around my waist, as though he feared I might disappear if he loosened his hold.I smiles to myself, closing my eyes briefly. If someone had told me only a month ago, that I would willingly be lying beside the alpha king, and having healed from Randolf's demise, I would have called them insane. Yet here I was, enjoying his warmth. Carefully, I lifted my head upward and looked at him, like really took my time looking at him up close."I didn't know you stare a lot," he murmured, his eyes still closed."I wasn't staring," I denied, still keeping my eyes on his face. The man had long
Reyna RobinsonI was blindfolded and gagged the entire drive to wherever the slave merchants were taking me. They had only given me a thin shawl to cover my naked body after we left the Blessed Crescent Pack. Hands kept on groping me, and all I could do was cry and beg in muffled voices. The more I
ReynaOne Year Later Warning: This Scene Might Be TriggeringI knelt on the carpeted floor with my head bowed, tear after tear falling on the gray fabric. The sound of Kieran's zipper as he zipped his trousers up, then buckled his belt in place filled the room. My mouth still tasted of his rusty e
Reyna My heartbeat refused to slow.I paced across my bedroom, taking in short, quick breaths that did nothing to calm the pounding in my chest. It was ten in the evening, exactly three hours to my wedding and mating ceremony. In those three hours, I was going to be joined to Randolf, my mate, in
King ZionMy concentration had been compromised, and my manhood throbbed painfully behind my zipper from the moment I laid eyes on the slave's body. I had made a mistake of glancing at her tits and curves, and that was enough to send blood rushing to my member. I stared at the document before me, r







