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Chapter 6

King Lucas' POV that same night.

I was told by my mother that I needed to find my mate. I really didn't think I needed one; I was fine without. However, weird things have been happening lately. Rogues started entering the kingdom and threatening my people. They warned that if we didn't pay them, they would make my life a living hell. Well, I showed them. I killed a few to send a message to the rest to return to their leader. I am the king, and no one threatens me. I will eliminate every last one of them. The others ran off. "Shit, I'm going to have to get my shotgun and just start shooting them in the head. It's better that way than just ripping their heads off," I thought as I stood on the steps and aimed. I've heard of a wolf pack that is like a mafia; they are supposed to be the baddest out there. I'll have to get my trackers to find them since I have no clue where to start. I was lost in thought when Angie walked into my room. It was late, and I needed rest after the last fight I had. I really needed to increase my training; if I get worn down after one fight, it's time to step up my game. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I asked her, "Angie, what the hell are you doing here?" She walked over with a seductive sway to her hips and said, "I thought you would like some release after your fight, Your Highness, so I came to help you with that." She kneeled in front of me, but I wasn't in the mood for that at that moment. I knew she wanted to be my mate and queen. She even told others to keep away because I was going to make her my mate. I hadn't confronted her about this yet; I wanted to see how long she would lie about it. Yes, we've had sex, but it wasn't great. The only thing she did well was using her mouth, and that's about it. Sitting up in bed, I stood on the floor, making her almost fall backward, "Angie, not tonight. You need to leave my room." She pouted, but I was bored with her tonight. "I said, get up and leave, Angie, or do I need to throw you out? I hate being mean, but sometimes, it's needed for them to understand. I love all the people in my kingdom, but when they don't listen, what else can I do but be firm?" She stood up, crossing her arms with a pouty look. I noticed her outfit barely covered her, and she was styled in a way she usually did when she wanted to seduce me. She had pretty green eyes and kept herself well, but enough was enough. I had never promised her anything; we had just been physical a few times. She mainly gave hand jobs or used her mouth, and I preferred that. She made a final attempt, walking towards me and grabbing my arm, "Come on, Your Highness. You know you enjoy how my tongue feels. Just let me lick it once, and I'll go." I knew how this would likely escalate, and despite the temptation, I was not in the mood. I grabbed her arm, opened the door, pushed her out, and closed it behind her. I was aware that there would be repercussions in the morning, but I didn't care. She wasn't my mate, and if she were, she'd be beside me, not outside the door. I heard her kick the door, then footsteps leaving. I couldn't help but laugh; I knew there would be a crack on the other side. I would get it fixed once I was up. Finally, I could get some sleep. It was about time people left me alone.

Angie POV

I was thinking the king would need some release after the last fight with those nasty rogues. I was trying to be his favorite, hoping he would choose me to be his queen. Without him knowing, I told the rest of these girls to leave him alone. I would be queen, and they would only laugh at me. I knew they were jealous, but it really didn't matter. When he realizes he’s in love with me, he will make me his. I put on my skimpiest clothes, ensuring my cleavage was showing. I knew how much he loved to look at them. Placing my hair in a bun, I knew what I wanted to do. I was aware my king needed a release. As I walked down the hallway toward his room, I saw some of the girls looking at me and then giggling. Those jealous b**ches. They will soon find out who the head b**ch was around here. I will show them what real power is about. Walking down the long hallway, my heels clicked on the floor. My fingertips touched the paintings and the railing that was in front of them. We were not supposed to touch the paintings on the wall, as they are a thousand years old and we could mess them up, but I really didn’t care. That would change when I become queen. I'll take down these ugly paintings and put something tasteful on the walls.

I didn’t bother knocking when I got to the king's room. Opening the door, I let myself inside. He was already sitting on the bed, looking really tired. Maybe I can help him rest better. I was walking towards him but stopped when he asked me, “Angie, what the hell are you doing here?” I could see he was really cranky - of course, he would be, having to fight those stupid, smelly rogues. I just simply told him, “I thought you would like a release after your fight, Your Highness. So I came in here to help you with that.” After I placed a pillow on the floor, I knelt down, opening his legs so I could get between them. He shocked the h**l out of me when he told me no, or rather, said not tonight, “Angie, not tonight. You need to leave my room.” Was I not good at doing this? I thought I was just trying to show him that I could be a good submissive queen in the bedroom. I gave him a pouty look, hoping he would change his mind, but it didn’t work. “Get up on your feet and leave, Angie. Or do I need to throw you out?” He actually threatened to throw me out of the room. He had never done this before, shocking the h**l out of me. Maybe I didn't dress sexy enough. I tried a second time, standing up and crossing my arms over my chest to push my breasts up so he could look at them. Then, I walked over and grabbed his crotch with my right hand, “Come on, Your Highness. You know you love how my tongue feels when it's on your c**k. Just let me lick it once, and then I will go.” I knew if he agreed to it, I would have him for tonight. But nope, he didn't even give me a chance. Really? For the first time, he said no. Looking into his eyes, I knew I had pissed him off for not leaving the first time. He grabbed my arm and walked me over to the door, making me leave. When he closed the door in my face, I kicked the door hard, cracking the bottom part. I'll show him. Just you wait. I had to do something so the girls wouldn’t laugh at me. I took off my heels, messed up my hair just a little bit, and then walked down the hall back to my room. I heard some of them laughing at me. Screw them. I turned then said, “Why the f**k are you laughing at me, b**ches? I have had enough of you laughing at me like this.” One of the girls smirked, looking up at me from the bottom floor. “If you stop whoring yourself out to the king, we might just stop laughing at you. You’re just a bed warmer, Angie, until he finds his mate. We all know this. Once you realize it, the better off you'll be” Rolling my eyes, I stormed to my room, slamming the door shut. Oh, really? Watch this sh*t. Taking out my phone, I dialed a number I don't save on my phone, just in case someone happens to look through it. They finally answered the phone.

“Hey, Angie, what's up? What can I do for you now without getting my people killed?” This was going to be a long night convincing him to help me with this one.