JOKE OF THE CENTURY

Derek’s wrath was so palpable that it could be felt miles away.

“How dare he touch what's mine?” Atlas fumed, fighting for dominance. The urge to rip the man’s head off during the party was so strong that Derek did not even know when he left his throne and stormed in her direction.

It was when he got there, he realized that he could not snap the man in two when the humans were watching. It would contradict the statement he made earlier on.

He could only direct his rage at Carly.

As soon as the party ended, he went in search of the man and found him on his way to the slave's quarters, trailing Carly.

“Didn't your father tell you folklore stories when you were at a tender age?” Derek asked, barely reining in his anger.

“Well, he did, Supreme Alpha,” the man replied and bowed to him. 

“Then I guess he did not mention you about a mouse who dares to eat from the king's plate?” Derek drawled.

“He di…did” the man stuttered.

“How dare you touch what's mine?” he growled, backing the man towards the wall like a beast with his prey.

“Yours? I would never” The man managed to reply, begging the goddess for an intervention. Though he was still confused. 

“Say your last prayers, little one.” Derek said in a warning tone.

“My last… What do you mean?” He asked with pleading eyes.

Derek snapped his neck off, ripping his head and tossing it to the ground.

“Well, I did give you a chance” Derek shrugged, looking at the headless body and then at the head with the eyes still wide open.

“Anybody there?” He called out.

A guard scurried close and bowed, waiting for further instructions.

“Take the skin off his skull and add it to my collections,” He commanded and then stormed off, wiping the blood off his hands with a handkerchief he kept in his breast pocket.

Barging into his room, he was greeted by Veronica’s scent.

“Damn, Veronica, not tonight. I'm busy,” He said dryly as he walked past her. 

“But you promised. I even wore my best lingerie. I brought your favorite ale. Come and have a sip,” she coaxed.

“I said not tonight!” he barked, “Have you no respect for my words anymore?” Veronica shut her mouth and shook her head. “Good. Now, get out!”

“Fine, call for me when you're less moody.” She added with resignation in her tone. She knew better than to direct his wrath toward her.

Derek slumped on the bed, trying to cool off.

“I want her, Derek, I want to get rid of any lingering scent that mouse must have left on her.” Atlas said fiercely.

“Joke of the century, Atlas. She doesn't want you,” Derek answered. 

“Well, can you blame her? You've been nothing but a bastard to her.” Atlas snarled, hurt by Derek's barb.

“And I don't intend to change,” Derek drawled back.

“Well, don't expect peace anytime soon” Work responded with a voice lanced with an evil tone.

“Is it a threat?” Derek asked, confused. 

“There's only one way to find out. “

Derek jumped from the bed at once, groaning “I'll do your bidding” he then stormed out of the room.

“Fetch Carly for me. Take two guards with you,” he told a maid that he saw lurking around.

“Atlas, you take joy in unnerving me,” He said while facepalming.

Carly followed the maid, and they led her back to the room where Derek had spent her first night with her.

Dread filled her. “What am I doing here?” She asked the maid, hoping the universe would be on her side this time.

“You can ask the king himself,” the maid muttered.

She was led to the bath, and she recalled her last memory of this bathroom.

“That horrible wench” she swore at Zoya in her mind.

“Take off your clothes and get in,” the maid ordered her

Carly quickly stripped off her clothes and soaked herself in the tub, inhaling the sweet flowery scent of the shampoo.

While she was scrubbing her hands, Derek barged into the room and stood at the door frame of the bathroom.

“Get out,” he commanded the maid with his eyes still fixed on Carly. The maid bowed and took her leave instantly.

Carly stiffened her back but refused to turn or acknowledge his presence, her knees still hurt from his punishment earlier on.

“Why did you call for me?” She inquired dryly. 

“You're in no position to demand answers from me, little slut,” Derek drawled.

“Why? What will you do? Kill me?” She sneered. “You've done worse than that, remember?” She asked further, remembering he was the one who did order her father's death. 

Derek walked up to her and took a seat that was at the edge of the tub.

“I can do much worse, and you know it,” He smirked, lazily tracing his fingers on her belly.

“Do you bathe in wickedness every morning, or you're just built with sheer toxicity?” she asked him, already regretting why she did not left the tub when she had the chance.

“Oh, it comes with the package,” He replied, with the smirk still plastered on his face.

“You're quite ugly you know,” Carly said, startling both herself and Derek. “You may be the finest creature on earth, no doubt. But your insides stink. You are quite alone, but you don't know it. People respect you more because of your powers than because they actually love you. That itself is quite ugly” she finished boldly. Though inside her was shaking still, she pretended to be fearless. 

Both eyes had turned red, and the smirk was long gone from his face. He yanked her to a sitting position and traced his hands from her belly upwards until it rested on her breasts.

He traced the nipples with his finger until it was taut and firm. “Quite a speech you gave, you wench,” he said with a frown. 

Then he took his hand further until it lay down on her collar. He squeezed. "But guess who doesn't give a fuck about a slave's opinion?” he asked, tightening his grip. 

She hiccuped.

“You're right, Me!” he had his smirk back on his face and brought her close, with his hand still firm on her neck, until they could inhale each other's breathing.

“I loathe you with every breath that I take, you brute!” 

“Good. At least, it keeps the fire burning,” he replied with a hitched breath. 

He took her lips with a ferocity that Carly thought she would break. “You dare to let another man lay a hand on you when,” He accused the moment he broke the kiss to gasp for air.

“He touched me without my consent, not that I let him touch me.” She defended.

“No one would guess that these pretty lips can lay,” he said, then bit her lower lip, earning a sharp cry from her.

“I saw you, you know. You were flirting and giving him the ‘come to me’ eyes. I always knew that you were such a whore.” He taunted and gave her a disgusting look.

“You're one to talk,” she retorted.

“So the kitten has claws, tsk… let me see how well they can draw blood,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes.

He took her nipples into his mouth and bit her, earning another cry from her.

“You let him touch what's mine!” Derek utter angrily.

'Was this his own way of interrogating?' Carly wondered. 

“I'm not yours! You rejected me, remember? Or is your memory even more short-circuited than I thought?” She goaded him, wanting to see what else he was capable of doing. She wanted to dare him even more. 

“Carly, what are you doing?” Alexis asked in a warning tone.

“I need to know my enemy to execute my plans….” She replied back in her head.

“You're my slave, bitch! And that makes you mine! Every she wolf in this palace belongs to me. Not to talk of my supposed mate. And you had the guts to use my property for another man's pleasure” He yelled.

“Now, you're overreacting. he only touched my hand for a few seconds.” she shrugged.

Derek's eyes had turned completely red by her nonchalant statement and he picked her effortlessly from the tub and took her to the bedroom.

He flipped her till she had her ass facing the air and then spanked her, eliciting a cry from her.

“I'm going to make sure to remove every scent and every trace of that bastard from you.” He swore and placed his middle finger at her entrance.

“You're so wet, too wet for someone you claim to hate” he taunted.

“Oh, you wish that you were responsible for that huh? Dreams don't always come true. You can never make me drip that much” she goaded him, not wanting to admit that the spanking and everything had made her wet.

“If I hadn't ended that mouse's life, I would have made him die and resurrect a thousand times. I know you lie but you will pay for this statement you just made, have it at the back of your mind little.” he said with a voice dangerously low and Carly turned pale, wishing she had kept her mouth shut.

He plunged into her from behind and fisted her hair with his right hand, taking her with hard thrusts that knocked air out of her.

“You take my cock so well” he said in awed. 

She was surprised at his tone and turned over her shoulders to look at him and saw that His wolf had taken partial control.

His eyes were red and his claws were out but he still maintained his human form.

“I guess you're capable of many things.” she slurred.

“Pray hard that you should never know the things I'm capable of” He warned her, and then spanked her so hard again.

She released a moan and then he grunted his release. “Making sure you never reach your climax is just a tip of the iceberg to the things I can do to hurt you.” 

“What on earth is my climax?” she asked, confused.

He gave her a hard stare, shook his head and walked out.

“What is he blobbing about?” She thought out while trying to get up.