CH:6 Betrayal of Touch

Vexia’s POV

I was shoved down on the cold stone, and my palms scraped. Why are they insulting me like this? I was helpless. I took a deep breath, and I looked up at the two guards, their wolfish grins full of mockery.

I saw their long shadows stretched in the torchlight, feeding on my shame. For these moments, I wanted to shift, I wanted my wolf, so I could fight back like the Luna. But before I could move, another voice cut through the air.

“Enough.” The word was sharp, commanding. Both the guards froze at once.

Ronan Grey Thorn. He is the proxy Alpha right now… Stepbrother of Alpha King Alexander.

Roana walked toward us. He is tall and charismatic with short brown hair and a dangerous aura.

Each step he took was heavy and sure; he seemed the kind of man who bent others to his will. The guards dropped their heads and moved aside as he stopped near us.

“Let her through,” he ordered. They obeyed instantly.

I pushed myself up, brushing dust from my hands and clothes. For a moment, I felt a flicker of relief. Maybe Ronan wasn’t as cruel as he looked, but that hope was shattered immediately. I felt a sharp pain in my arm as his hand gripped my arm.

I feel the grip like steel, his fingers digging into my flesh.

“You are hurting me,” I hissed.

He yanked me closer, his palm sliding down my side, fingers pressing hard into my waist. My body stiffened with shock.

“W-What are you—?” The words died as he pulled me against him, so close I could feel his breath on my ear, and worse—the hard press of his body against mine.

“Pretty little thing,” Ronan murmured. His voice was low and teasing.

Ronan's hand squeezed my side, roaming with boldness. I felt disgusted, and I felt a ball of tears forming in my throat.

“So this is the girl my brother married. Alexander’s fragile Luna.”

I tried to push him away. “Let me go!” I said. But he didn’t move. A wide smirk appeared on his lips as he was enjoying this situation,

“My dear, your King is nothing more than a cripple,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear.

“He will rot in his bed. He can not touch you. He can not fulfill the needs of your body. Why waste yourself on him?” Ronan's words cut like knives. My throat tightened. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t do anything; my eyes filled with tears.

“I will give you everything,” Ronan continued, his hand sliding lower towards my hips. His touch felt bold and shameless.

“I will give you pleasure. The power of a throne.”

“My dear, you just have to stand with me, and you’ll be more than a Luna hidden in the shadows. You’ll be Ronan Grey Thorn’s Alpha Queen when I take the crown.”

The world tilted. His words weren’t just arrogance; they were confessions. In that instant, a shocking truth hit me.

He poisoned Alexander.

It all made sense! The way he walked the halls like he owned them, the way the guards bowed to him more than to their King, the fear that clung to every corner of this place.

“It’s you,” I whispered, horror choking me.

I pushed him with all the strength I had, breaking free for a breath.

“Never!” My voice shook, but my loyalty towards Alexander burned hot.

Ronan only laughed. His cruel laughter followed me as I came into the office, slamming the heavy door shut. I was taking deep breaths, my hands trembling against the wood.

I heard the sound of a click and the lock of the door.

I turned around to find Ronan casually leaning against the door. The look on his face was like a predator whose prey had just run from his trap.

I saw his eyes glowing red, and the raw hunger in his stare ran a shiver down my spine.

“You run well,” he said, stepping closer, unhurried. “But you won’t escape me.”

“Stay back!” I pressed against the wall, fists clenched. I gulped, and the nervous sweat formed on my forehead.

His steps were slow, confident, and he stopped right in front of me. He smirked, then his hand shot up, and he gripped my chin, forcing my face up to meet his gaze. I can feel the burn of his fingers on my cheeks.

“Wow, such fire,” he murmured. “But look how your lips tremble when I touch you.”

“Let me go, Ronan!” I begged, my voice breaking. “Or—”

“Or what?” His smirk was poison. “Alexander will stop me? He can’t even open his eyes.”

Before I could turn away, his mouth crashed onto mine.

His tongue slid in before I could react. His kiss was rough and hot, and I could taste his passion, stealing the air from my lungs.

I pushed him, but he was too strong. My heart was beating in fear, and tears were stinging my eyes. He grabbed the back of my neck, holding me in place.

But worse than his strength was my own body’s betrayal. The heat of his lips sent a shiver down my spine, but I didn’t want to.

My knees weakened, my breath caught, and shame burned hotter than fear.

I hated him. I hated myself for the way my body reacted when my soul screamed no.

In desperation, I bit down, the sharp taste of blood filling my mouth.

He smiled, slow and dangerous, pressing his cock against my pussy.

“You say no, dear, sister-in-law,” He murmured in a rough voice, “but your body…” Ronan's hand went down in my dress, his thumb tracing lazy circles over my clit.

His fingers are touching my pussy over my underpants.“…your body is saying something else....”

I turned my face away, but I could feel the heat rising in my body. The realization split me open in fury and shame. Ronan has caged me in his orbit, and I feel as if I would never escape.

“Stop pretending,” He growled, pressing his mouth close to my ear.

“You can fight me by pushing me away, Vexia, but this wetness is not for my brother; it is for me.” He slid his palm lower, cupping my pussy fully now. I can feel my underpants soaking in my pussy water.

“No!” The scream ripped from me, raw and broken.