CH:5 Broken Ties

Alexander POV

My mind was erasing the betrayal of her father by hearing her moan my name. My wolf was so happy, excited, and filled as her body was responding to our touch. She was clinging to my body, trembling under me. I used her until there was no more room. I was in the valley of pleasure that blurred everything, the pain, betrayal, and endless chain of hate.

As the first light of the sun shone into my room, I was exhausted, and she also collapsed, unconscious in my arms. Vexia’s skin was damp with sweat and marked by me in ways she could never deny. I kissed her forehead and lay her on my bed. I then stood up, breathing hard, every nerve alight, but the fire in me had cooled.

After that, I dressed her, pulling the fabric over her limp limbs with all the tenderness one might grant a doll, then left her sprawled across the bed. I looked at her one more time, then came back to bed and settled down. She was mine now. That was enough.

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Vexia’s POV

Was that all a dream? The heat that my body felt, the touch of his hands all over my body. His cock is bursting inside my pussy. He was fucking me the whole night. I have spent a very wet and hot night with Alpha King.

I opened my eyes immediately and found myself in bed.

No, that was not a dream,

I shifted in the bed, but my body felt heavy, every part of me sore. I touched my legs, and my thighs trembled, my lips were swollen, and my skin burned. A soft gasp left me as the memories hit me like a wave. It was all like a very hot dream. My cheeks burned red with shame—and something else, something dangerous that made my stomach twist in ways I couldn’t ignore. My heart beat very fast as I turned my head.

The Alpha King, Alexander.

Alexander was lying beside me, his eyes closed, and his face calm. But I knew what I had felt last night, the strength in his arms, the control in his touch. That was no helpless body.

Could it be?

My hand trembled as I touched his face. I brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead. I touched his eyes, his subtle cheeks, his jaw, and then his lips; his skin was warm. I slowly kissed his lips and put my head over his chest. His chest rose and fell with steady breath. And under it, I felt power—silent but strong. I know they say he is in a coma, but with him, last night, I felt most alive.

I looked towards his face, and my heart tightened.

Was Alexander waking up?

Is our bond pulling him back to me? And if it is true… would I want him?

The answer came before I could even think. Yes. I want Alexander to wake; I want him to open his eyes and claim me. I wouldn’t fight him.

At least then, I wouldn’t be alone in this cage of fear and doubt. I sat upright and got out of bed, my pussy was sore because of last night, but I can not stay in this room forever…

I took a clean cloth and, with care, cleaned Alexander; each touch was a plea and a prayer. He didn’t look like a weak man. Even in stillness, he looked like a king.

My King.

Wake up.

I begged in silence.

Wake up and end this torment. Wake up and claim me.

I finished cleaning him up. I then went towards the mirror and saw my reflection. My body was glowing, a blush came onto my face when I saw my hair tangled, my lips red, and my pussy was sore and still wet. I smiled, shyly, then I straightened.

If I were his mate, then I would be Luna. And if I were Luna, then it was my duty to carry the weight of Nightshade. I could not just sit by while the kingdom fell. I cleaned myself, then put on clothes and left the chamber. I headed to the administrative wing. The halls smelled of stone and ash, soldiers standing at every doorway. I ignored all the stares, keeping my chin high. At the great double doors, two guards blocked my path. Their armor shone, but their eyes were cold.

“I need to enter,” I said firmly. “The King is still in bed. As his mate, I will handle the affairs of the pack.”

They shared a look, one of them smirking. “Mate?” the taller one repeated, mocking.

“I am Luna of Nightshade,” I said, standing tall. “By bond and by right, I am Queen. Open these doors.”

For a moment, they were silent. Then both burst into laughter. Cruel, sharp, echoing off the stone walls.

“Queen?” the shorter one sneered. “You dare call yourself a Queen? And what do you want? Should we kneel to you?” They laughed mockingly.

I feel a layer of fear rush through my body, but I make my voice steady.

“You will kneel, because the King chose me. Because fate chose me. The mate bond is stronger than your scorn.”

I saw their eyes glow gold. The taller one snarled, his body twisting, fur tearing through his skin as he shifted. In seconds, a huge wolf stood before me, teeth bared. The other followed, his form leaner and darker. Together, they lunged towards me.

I stumbled back, heart pounding, the bond sparking hot in my veins, screaming for Alexander. But no one came. They were glowering and forcing me to retreat like prey. Even in wolf form, I could hear their mocking laughter.

Shame burned hotter than fear.

I was Luna. I was Queen. But to them, I was nothing.

And as I backed away, they mocked me again.

“Run, you’ll never be our Luna.”