Lusting After the alpha queen

Nyx POV “On your knees!” I barked.He dropped to his knees so fast like his legs could no longer carry him. I didn't need to be told he was frightened. Sweat was pouring down his face and he was already shaking. The fear in his eyes only made me smile. I liked it when they trembled in front of me.I leaned back on the chair, spreading my legs wide. My voice came out cold. “Make me cum. You know what happens if you fail.”He swallowed hard. He crawled closer, his hands shaking as he reached for me. I grabbed his hair and shoved his head between my thighs. “Don’t waste my time,” I growled.He started licking, his tongue moving in a clumsy and desperate way. His whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind. I could feel how hard he was trying, how badly he wanted to live.It was Pathetic. Pathetic because I knew. I knew he wasn't going to make me cum. No man has and no one will. Only a woman's touch could come close to stirring anything within me. I pressed his face harder against me ju

Nyx POV The door to the war room slammed against the stone wall with a crack that echoed like a gunshot. I didn’t merely enter; I conquered the space, my presence a storm that made the air itself bow. The man kneeling on the floor flinched so violently he nearly toppled over.“Look at me,” I said, my voice a low, silken threat. He forced his head up, eyes wide with terror. “You told me he would be there. You swore it on your life.”“My Queen, I—the information was solid! He was seen! He must have gotten word—““Must have?” I repeated, the words dripping with scorn. I began to pace, a panther caged in my own rage. “You bring me a rumor, you waste my time, and you let a ghost slip through my fingers. Again.”“I sent scouts! They confirmed—“I moved faster than he could blink. My kick caught him in the ribs, lifting him off the floor. He cried out, a wretched, gasping sound as he crumpled back onto the cold stone.“You did not confirm it yourself,” I snarled, looming over him. “You brou

Nyx POVThe red bulb hummed above us like a dying heartbeat.He hung from the silver chains, chest heaving, sweat and blood tracing the lines of his body. The taste of him still coated my tongue (salt, copper, and something darker that made my wolf pace and snarl behind my eyes). I hated how good it felt. I hated that I had come back down here at all.I had meant to leave him until morning. Let the silver burn his wrists raw. Let hunger and fear do the work my claws had only started. But the second I’d stepped into my shower upstairs, the water running pink from someone else’s blood, all I could think about was the way he’d looked at me when he came (eyes wide, lips parted, no begging, no pleading). Just raw, shocked surrender.No man had ever looked at me like that.So here I was again, barefoot, wearing nothing but a black silk robe that did nothing to hide how hard my nipples were. The air in the dungeon was cold. My skin was on fire.He lifted his head when the door opened. Those

Nyx’s POVGod, my pulse was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears. Each step up those damn stone stairs felt like wading through mud, his hand wrapped around mine, fingers tangled in a way that was too gentle for someone who’d tried to kill me. His skin was rough—calluses from whatever weapons he wielded, a slight shake he probably thought I wouldn’t notice. Or maybe it was my own hand trembling. Hard to tell anymore.What the actual hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. I’m the Alpha Queen. I don’t do hand-holding. I don’t bring assassins into my private rooms for a chat. I chain them up, break them down, make sure they never get up again. But here I was, letting this guy—the one who’d poisoned my family—walk beside me like we were on a date.The door to my suite finally appeared, that massive oak slab with iron bands, wolves and moons carved deep into the wood. I shoved it open, and the room hit me with cool air and the faint glow of city lights spilling through the tall windows.

Chapter NineKayden’s POVFinally, she was asleep.I was on my side, elbow digging into the mattress, just… watching her. Even now, she didn’t look restful. Her eyebrows were pulled together. Her mouth had that little downturn at the corners. Like she was carrying every problem she’d ever had right into her dreams.It made my own chest ache. A stupid, physical reaction I didn’t ask for.I shook my head a little. Idiot. Cut it out.This was just work. A job. The plan was simple: get close, get her to trust me. Telling her the truth about the poison—or a slice of it—was a solid move. Made me look like a turncoat. Made her think I was her new best weapon against Silas. She believed me. She let me stay.But the other thing… that was messing me up.Right from the start, from that first second in the warehouse, I wanted her. And I don’t mean for the mission. I mean a real, crawling-under-the-skin kind of want. I figured once we… you know, once it happened, the feeling would fade. You scratc