LOGINKing Zion's POV The office door had been closed for several minutes, yet my eyes remained fixed on it. The map spread across my desk stopped making sense the moment Reyna left. Every section I looked at blurred before I studied it. "For a few hours... I stopped feeling like I was only a slave." Her voice echoed through my head again. I exhaled sharply, pushed the map aside and opened the files containing Eric's body and head photos, plus official reports from the royal examiners. I reread them line by line, but nothing was going into my mind. What I needed was a distraction, and the reports provided just that. "Damn it," I swore. I couldn't count the number of times my concentration was affected by thoughts about Reyna. It was probably the fourth time I couldn't get something done since she was brought by Clark as my slave. The double doors swinging open interrupted my growing irritation, and Clark stepped inside, closing them behind him. "Took you a minute in the capital," I st
Reyna's POV Lady Thelma's perfume lingered behind, even after she had brushed past me. She didn't acknowledge me; her eyes had simply swept over the shopping bags before her mouth curved downwards. One of the two men practically glared at me, the hostility in his eyes making my fingers tighten. I found myself lowering my gaze, a cold weight settling in my chest. When I looked up, the Alpha King still stood at the top of the grand palace steps. Again, for the briefest moment, his green eyes met mine, and my heartbeat stumbled. That was my chance: I had rehearsed two simple words the entire drive back to thank him. "My ki—" Before I could finish, he turned sharply on his heel and disappeared through the towering palace doors. The unfinished words faded in the afternoon breeze as the doors closed behind him. "Ki...ng," I whispered the last part, my throat suddenly going dry. For several seconds, I simply stared at the entrance, my chest tightening with an unexpected sting. Had he ge
King Zion's POVI had barely eaten half of my lunch by the time a servant announced visitors. "Lord Lockwood and Lord Beckett request an audience, Your Majesty." I didn't bother looking up from the documents spread across the dining table, beside my half-touched food. "Let them in."The royal dining room was flooded with the midday sun, filtering through the towering arched windows, painting long golden patterns across the polished marble floors. It was situated such that it directly overlooked the side palace grounds, a view that I used, to monitor the guards while I ate."My king," both men greeted me when they walked in. I acknowledged them with a brief nod and gestured toward the seats across from me, already having a precise idea of exactly why they had come. Madam Agnes served them, and I didn't miss the way her eyes kept on drifting to Lockwood, even though the man pretended he wasn't aware. "Your Majesty?" Lord Lockwood's voice reached me for what was probably the third time.
Reyna's POVAmelia and I exited the palace, just as the morning breeze swept over the vast compound. Clark was already waiting before a slick white SUV, one shoulder resting against the passenger door, while he scrolled lazily through his phone. At the sound of our footsteps, he slipped the device into his pocket and looked up."There you are," he announced. "I was beginning to think you intended to keep me waiting all day.""We didn't even take long," I protested. I had begged Amelia to tell me where we were going, all in vain.Clark's eyes lingered on my face for a second longer than necessary. "You look...""What?" At that point I felt like everyone could read what had happened inside the king's chambers."You look well satisfied," he finished. I missed my next step, catching myself against the vehicle before I walked straight into it."Clark," Amelia shot him a warning look. The two seemed like they knew each other before, aside from Amelia being assigned to me."What?" he asked i
King Zion's POVThe heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind me, isolating the hallway in a dead, suffocating quiet. I stood perfectly still, closing my eyes as my chest rose and fell unevenly, while the scent of wild lilies and lilac clung stubbornly to my skin."Don't go," I heard Reyna say inside my room, her voice shaking barely audible. I squeezed my eyes further, the sudden pull proving strong to resist."Go back." My wolf pushed to the surface, knocking on my control. With one final look at the door, I pocketed my hands and walked away. If I went back into that room, I knew what would happen; I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop myself this time round. I didn't return to the banquet; I took the lift straight down to the underground garage, climbed into the white SUV, and tore through the palace gates, the tires screeching against the tarmac.I drove for hours, following the mountain roads that twisted endlessly. Raindrops battered the windshield, and even though the smell of the so
Reyna's POVI walked into the room, the doors clicking in place behind me, my doll shoes barely making any noise. My insides were quivering under the king's intense gaze, while my mind was replaying my dream. The way he had pulled me in his arm, pressed my back on his front and—"Were you enjoying yourself?" he suddenly asked, pulling me out of my fantasy that had stirred something inside."M-y k-ing?" The words tumbled over my tongue. He didn't answer immediately; no, he walked towards me, just like he had in the dream, keeping his eyes on me, except now I was not naked."At the banquet," he clarified.I nodded. "Yes, my king.""With Lucas." He stated as a matter of fact, but I caught a low growl after."What?" I blinked, my eyebrows rising naturally.He scoffed. "You were laughing loudly, smiling at him." The alpha king took another step, his words leaving me genuinely wondering what he was going on about."I don't understand," I admitted, lowering my eyes to the ground. "What exact
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
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







