Chapter 3

I am so scared and let the tears flow down my face freely. How could I have been so stupid to fall asleep on the king's bed. Of course he will find out. He is the King. I hold the hem of my dress tightly and tear my eyes away from his icy red eyes. 

I am frozen and immediately get on my knees and bow my head.

"F-f-forgive me your majesty. I am so sorry. Please spare my life" My fear is mixed with my tears as I sob for my life.

"Stand," he commands, his voice echoes causing my chest to experience vibrations. I am sure that his deep voice resonated with the fact that he was a very dangerous killer.

I stand quickly not wanting to anger him any further. I make sure that my head is bowed to show him that I submit to him and he has total reign over me. 

"Come," he growls

I quickly make my way to him and he drags me into his lap. What was happening? But that was not the end of it. He turns me around so that I am facing him and our chests were touching.

I had to admit, the king was very handsome. 

"What is your name sweetheart?"

"R-Rosanna your majesty" I reply with so much fear laced in my words.

"Rosanna....."

He says softly while sniffing and kissing the side of my check. This act made me to melt and made me feel weird things I had never felt before.

His very strong arms were wrapped around me and I was very small and dainty in his arms.

"My beautful Rosanna"

"My queen"

"My mate......."

Mate? 

Oh no. Peter had told me of thid. There were cases where a human slave would be mated to a werewolf. The noble would then take them away. Sure, they would live a better life but they would have to kiss away their freedom.

Peter said that werewolves were very possessive and terriorial. They exert their dominance on their mates and hardly ever let them go aside. The king just said I was his mate. Does that mean I had to forget my dream of being free? I will never see Peter again?

"Bear your neck to me princess". His voice sent shivers down my spine and I felt the urge to melt into him further. What was this feeling?

I struggle to get out of his lap. The king was making me go insane and the fact that I fit perfectly into his chest made me grateful of my small stature for the first time in my life. I felt delicate and had the urge to offer myself to this man to do with me as he pleases.

He wants me to bear my neck? Why? Peter never told me anything about this. It does not look like he was angry at me for sleeping on his bed neither did he look like he was going to kill me.

"I-I-"

He brings a palm to me face and I look up. His chest was broad and huge. His muscles were veiny and pulsing. He reaches to bare my neck himself and I melt into his embrace unable to keep up with his struggle. I feel wetness between my legs and I tighten my legs round his waist.

This makes him lwt out a growl and he plants his face into the crook of my neck.

His sniffs and his wholw body stiffens. I do not know much about the king but I doubt if there was anythig that could make such a powerful man get so stiff. From the rumours about him, he never shows a hint of hesitation. He does whatever he pleases as he is the king that rukes over all werewolves and humans.

"Who is the bastard male that dears leave his scent over my property?" he growls whilw stroking my cheek.

Dazed at his question, I tightrn my legs further snd grind mydelf over his thigh.

I have no idea what I was doing or what exactly I was feeling but this seems to make the ache in my princess parts feel good.

"Princess, you must answer. Who were you with" He asks again but this timw, he grabbed me by my bottom and proceeded to movr mr himself. This felt even better.

"U-uhm P-peter?" I moan.

"Don't you ever say another man's name in such manner again!!!" He growls deeply sending vibrations to my body.

Before I could understand what was happening, I felt a sharp pain at the side of my neck. What just happened? We slaves are not properly educated on the customes of the nobles. I really don't know what just happened.

Did he bite me? 

"Little one. From today you are mine. I have just given you my mark which means that you and I will be tied together forever"

As he said this, I feel a wave of exhaustion over me. I csn feel the king licking the spot he bit me and still moving me over his lap. This made me feel immense pleasure and made my princess parts leak. 

"You are mine and only mine"

"Only I will bring you such pleasure"

"You must never say another male's name in my presence"

"I will kiss you, fuck you and you will carry my young and become dependent on me"

"My name is Alexander sweetheart. You must remember".

I am in a daze as I hardly comprehend his words. All I know is that this strong, muscular alpha is given me pleasure and me being a weak and submissive human slave must comply.

I am enjoying this. Growling, the king turns me around  and raises raises my dress to reveal the most precious parts of me. He cups my princess parts and bites my neck again but this time I feel so good that I push his face deeper into my neck.

"Y-y-your majesty" I moan.

"Yes Princess I know" The king cups my princess parts and I am so wet and ready to battle his manhood.

"Growl"

Hearing him growl makes me let out a soft sound that I never knew I could make.

Peter had always told me that it was a bad thing to have a male touch me there but I find myself widening my legs further to give the king more access.

A bead of sweat and wetness trickles down my inner thigh as the king proceeds to rub me fast and hard. 

Releasing whimpers, I shudder as I let out a warm liquid from my peincess parts.

Panting, I feel the king kiss the side of my head and he whispers  sweet nothings in my ear.

Hit by a wave of exhaustion, I finally give into the darkness with my head in the king's chest.