MasukKing 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
Reyna's POV"Are you okay?" Amelia asked, standing by the door when I finally opened up."Um, yes, why?" I responded, stepping aside for her to get in. She was carrying a breakfast tray in her hands, something that I didn't like because it made me forget that I was a slave. That I was the one supposed to be serving and not be served."You look..." She ran her eyes over me before she sniffed loudly. "Oh," that's all she said. At first I didn't understand her reaction until I realized that my arousal must have been heavy in the air. I lowered my face, clearing my throat, avoiding eye contact with her."There is a banquet this evening," she said after rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly."A banquet?" I echoed, pulling my head back."Yes," she said. "The king ordered one for everyone living and working inside the palace." She crossed the room toward the small sitting area and placed the tray on the table. "Servants, soldiers, guards, officials...basically everyone.""Including slaves?
Reyna's POVI was standing on the balcony, with nothing but a towel, just staring at the stars. Because I couldn't get any sleep no matter how hard I tried, I had decided to take a late-night shower and enjoy the cold breeze of the night. Maybe then, I would be able to catch some sleep.I was so engrossed in enjoying the moment, I barely heard the main door open and close. "Reyna?" King's Zion's voice drifted through, startling me. I turned quickly, the movement catching the corner of the towel tucked under my armpit and loosened the hem of the towel. I wasn't fast enough to hold it in place, it slid down my body fast, and pooled around my legs, just as my eyes fell on the king, standing in the middle of my room, his eyes staring right at my exposed body.I froze under his stare, and even though my first reaction was supposed to be bending down and picking up the towel, I couldn't move. I watched with goosebumps surfacing on my skin as he took a step forward. The cold breeze was long
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
ReynaI did not stop running or look back until I bumped into someone right at the corner of the hallway while I was looking back to see whether the king was following me."Oof." I stumbled backwards, losing footing entirely and crashed down hard on my ass; I thought my tailbone broke. The clatter
Reyna"Get up, filth!" I was roused from my sleep with a heavy kick on the side of my hip. A cry escaped me as I rolled off the narrow bed and crashed onto the concrete floor."Pathetic." Another voice followed. I tried getting up on my feet as quickly as I could, still disoriented from my sleep. T
Reyna"I..." The rest of the answer got stuck in my tightening throat. Who was I anymore? I whispered to myself. I wasn't Reyna of the Blessed Crescent pack or Randolf's mate and certainly not even a wolf anymore. A slave accused of murder, perhaps, tied to a chair, exposed before the most powerful







