Their Villain Queen

Alpha Alcott's POV 

Our beautiful Queen enters our chambers dressed in the most enticing lingerie. Her body is stunning. The shinny lace which leaves nothing private hidden makes it even more tempting. She hums a song and dances seductively while approaching the bed. 

I am surprised to see her so vibrant after all that happened today. But she is a tough woman. One who fights back evil with grace. 

Her evil sister had a rare set of eyes. It's such a shame she is a stupid witch who thought she could become our Queen by just stealing her sister's scent and clothes. She still bears our mark but not for long. Our assistant holds a grudge against witches, torturing them lulls his heart.

"I thought she would be saddened by her sister's terrible fate. They must have been great enemies for her to be so full of bliss," Reid whispers, his gaze still glued on our mate's dancing figure. 

I nod, too focused on the entertainment to think about such now. We had waited tirelessly for our destined mate, the special woman whose connection with us is destined to break any dark spell. If purity and humility had an odour, it would be her rare scent. I want to hold her close and breathe it in for hours.

She finally reaches the edge of the bed and Parish takes hold of her slim waist.

"I love how you present yourself to us. Your voice is magical. I want to hear it whisper our names," he compliments, lifting her from the floor and setting her down on the bed between us.

"It was my desire to impress you by conceiving your child on the first night of our marriage," she reveals. "But since my evil sister stole your mark, I must wait weeks for her to give it up. My body is all yours to use as you please though," she adds. 

She is a blessing indeed. What other woman would be eager to conceive a child before enjoying the luxuries that our immense wealth offers? 

"Your sister will give up the mark in a few days, Ilan will make sure of it," Reid assures. "She will die though. We cannot allow a witch to live."

"I will be delighted by her death. She is an ugly, envious witch and thief that shouldn't exist in your prosperous Kingdom," our Queen says in a voice devoid of remorse. "I was in fact going to request that you put my loyal servant, Novar, in charge of the witch's punishments. She promised me that she would make my wicked sister give up the mark in few days. She is a ruthless woman, which is exactly what that witch deserves," she demands. 

My brothers raise eyebrows in astonishment. I imagine they didn't expect her to be so decisive. I however like a feisty woman, and this one comes with a beautiful face and tempting body.

"How could we deny you anything when you smell so good? If you're eager to conceive our child so much, you have our permission to put your trusted servant in charge of your sister's punishments. Ilan will supervise it to make sure it is done right," I say.

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Agila's POV 

I managed to fall asleep despite the pain. The night was however short. I know it's morning because the cell is no longer pitch dark. 

Irina had her night of passion with my stolen mates, of course. I didn't feel pain because of the spell withholding my mate bond with them. I wonder if they will find her beautiful body worth the destruction of their Kingdom after they learn that she is in fact a wicked Princess seeking to conceive a child for the witches.

By then it might be too late for them to fix their mistakes because their bloodline will have been infiltrated by evil and weakened. They might lose their powers. 

I have an headache after withstanding Irina's heavy slaps. My muscles hurt less now. But I imagine that the relief will soon be taken away by today's torture. 

I hear no footsteps for hours and start feeling hopeful that maybe the truth came out and I will receive no more torture. I however catch the sounds of many footsteps minutes later. My heart beats wildly. 

"Embarrassing her will make her heart give up the mark faster than any pain can. I assure you that my punishment will work better," the cold voice of the beta of the Alpha Kings echoes across the hallway. 

"I believe more in intense pain when it comes to losers like her, your highness. But we can try both. Our Queen wants her Mark back as soon as possible," the voice of Irina's favourite servant replies. 

They are fighting over who will decide my torture. Both are beyond wicked. 

The cell door opens and they make their way in, escorted by four guards carrying long, leather whips. 

"Good morning, witch!" the beta greets, getting closer and taking hold of the chain attached to my neck. He uses it to jerk me upright. 

"Wow! The Mark is fading faster than I thought. We might not need to torture it for long after all," he announces proudly. 

I am glad to hear that the mark is fading too. I might get tortured less before they burn me. 

"Our Queen wants it punished longer and more intensely before it's death. For people to fear the punishment of becoming a witch they must witness her endless suffering," Irina's servant says. 

Of course she cannot let them know that her mistress wants the mate bond too. She wants more time to torture me to get it. Sadly I think that the Alpha Kings will let her have it. 

"Witches are supposed to be executed as soon as possible. There is a risk of them casting more dangerous spells even in their captivity. The Queen will have to ask the Kings to allow her more time to make an example out of her sister," the beta responds. 

The servant appears disappointed as she sighs deeply and looks thoughtful while the beta unlocks the chain from my neck. He pushes me towards the guards who grab my arms and drag me out.