She had twenty-four hours. One night. That was all.Lilith stared at her reflection, heart pounding. She could already feel the magic flickering—threads weakening with every second.He needs to cum in me. Now.No more waiting. No more teasing. If she wanted to trap the King with her—truly own this body—she needed him inside her. His seed, his scent, his mark.She turned sharply toward the door.No more pretending.Now I make him fuck me like I’m his. Lilith’s eyes burned as she stormed out of the bath, soaked and dripping, slick between her thighs. She padded toward the door, tits bouncing with every angry step, steam still clinging to her skin. Her thighs were wet—not from the bath, but from how badly she needed him. Needed to trap him. Claim him.Her cunt pulsed.“He’s not leaving,” she growled to herself, breathless. “He’s going to fuck me right now.”The magic binding her to Lunae’s body—it was already flickering, cracks forming in the illusion. She felt it with every heartbeat.
Lilith’s voice echoed in her mind like oil on fire.“Still trying to call for your precious men? You’re so predictable, little princess. It’s pathetic.”Lunae tried to push her back with every Claw. Bite. Burn. But every time she surged forward, Lilith crushed her back down.“You don’t get to be the goddess today, Lunae. I do. And I’m going to fuck your King. Right in front of you.”Lilith turned from the mirror and continued toward the King’s chambers.Meanwhile, outside the palace walls, chaos raged. The rogue werelion roared through the outer courtyards, blood already dripping from its claws.Lilith slipped into the King’s private quarters. The room was warm, dimly lit by flickering sconces. She padded over the thick fur rug and let Lunae’s robe fall from her shoulders. Her stolen body stood bare in the candlelight, silver hair cascading over her breasts, her hips glowing with power and stolen magic.She opened the hidden door that led to the King’s private bath.The Steam greete
The palace was in chaos. Suddenly, the chamber doors burst open.The Guards rushed in their eyes wide with fear. “Your Majesty! Alpha Zephyr! The rogue werelion—he’s escaped! He’s out! He’s killing—he’s on the grounds!”The Lycan King growled, already shifting. His eyes glowed gold.“Who opened the damn cage?”There was no answer. Only more panic.Zephyr’s jaw clenched. “Let’s go.”In a heartbeat, the Lycan King transformed, ripping out of his robe. His voice was a thunderclap. “Lock the palace. No one enters. No one leaves.”Alpha Zephyr’s eyes darkened. He shifted mid-run, tearing toward the outer gates with the King and neither of them looked back.Neither of them saw Lunae—trapped in her own body, left behind and helpless.They didn’t notice the limp body in their bed.Didn’t realize her scent had already started to change.Didn’t see the flicker of something wrong in her glowing eyesLilith watched them go from the shadows, smiling.. Her Plan had worked. In the King’s private
The Lycan King didn’t speak as he carried Lunae to his chamber. His grip was hard, his chest rising and falling with barely-contained rage and something darker… desire and lust. Zephyr followed, his fists clenched, jaw ticking, his scent radiating heat and jealousy.The door slammed behind them.Lunae was tossed onto the bed like prey. The chains around her wrists clinked as she landed. Her heart thundered.“You think you can play gods against each other?” the King said, his voice was cold and filled with lust.“I didn’t.”“Shut up,” Zephyr growled, stepping forward, eyes blazing. “You bled for him. Not me.”“Both of you,” the King snapped. “Strip her.”Lunae’s breath caught. Both men were about to dominate her, and she was going to enjoy every bit of it..She remembered Zephyr’s soft mouth on her thighs. The way he once whispered her name like it was sacred. But then—there was Valor the King. His bite. His rage. His power. She hated that she craved both.She was known for being stub
Lunae sat on the cold stone bench inside her cage. Her arms were chained above her head, the iron biting into her wrists. Her body ached from earlier struggles. Her lips were swollen, her thighs sore, but her eyes still burned with fire. She didn’t cry. She didn’t beg.She waited.And then—she heard it.Thud. Thud. Thud.Heavy boots echoed through the dungeon halls. She knew that sound. She could smell him before she saw him.The Lycan King.The iron bars groaned as the Lycan King stepped into view, Tall. Ruthless. His golden eyes glinting with darkness, lust, power, and the promise of punishment. He stopped in front of her cage and stared, arms crossed, jaw tight. His bare chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths.“You’re quiet,” he said. “Not going to beg?”Lunae looked up, her lips curling. “Never. My Alpha will beat you. I’ll be out of here soon.”The King smirked, stepping closer. “Still so proud. Still talking back in chains.”He knelt to her level and grabbed the bars. “Th
Zephyr shoved his pants down and slammed into her.One hard thrust.She moaned—his father’s name. Not his.And that was the moment Zephyr snapped.He didn’t just want to fuck her—he wanted to erase every moan she ever gave to anyone else. Especially him.Her body arched and her scream filled the room.He grabbed her ass and slammed again. And again. And again.The throne creaked under them.She was soaked—dripping—her pussy sucking his cock in deep.“You think he made you his?” Zephyr hissed. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget who he even is.”She was moaning louder now. Her nails scraped the stone. Her legs trembled.He bit her shoulder and fucked her harder.Faster.Until her voice was nothing but gasps and broken cries.She came hard.He felt it.Her cunt squeezed and pulsed.Her whole body shook. But he didn’t stop.He kept fucking her through it.Kept pounding until his dick started swelling. “Say who owns this pussy.”“You… Alpha… You do.”Zephyr growled and shoved deeper,