MasukAMELIA POV
Two months later… It’s been two months of hell and torture, marrying Klaus is my worst nightmare, as much as I love my life, I also wanted the torture and pain to end, I wanted to end my life. I am done with this suffering, all my life, I struggle to live and survive because I believe one day I will be happy, when I find my mate, things we change, little did I know, finding my mate would be my worst nightmare. I walked into the room, only to hear moans “Oh…umm…Klaus…” a lady moan loudly. These has being what I have been facing for the past two months, different whores sometimes he force me to watch him and his whore fucking He torture and cause me pain day by day, he calls me names, I have become the laughing stock for everyone in the kingdom. He starve and humiliate me. He saw me and smile devilishly, he knew I was in pain, he love inflicting pain on me. Just when I thought I was use to his torture, seeing him banging a whore in our matrimonial bed, brought back pain. I can’t take it anymore, it is better for me to die, than live a life of torture and pain everyday, I went to my drawer inside the room and took the bottle of Cyanide, I have been keeping for a long time, incase things comes to this. I don’t want to live anymore, I want to kill my self. I took the sniper and walk out of the room, I wanted to go to my secret spot where no one could see me. I was heading there when I mistakenly pump into someone, the Cyanide in my hands fell on the floor, I raise my head to see who it was, only to find out it was the king. He has been away since Klaus and I got married I was surprised to see him. He bent down and pick the bottle of Cyanide on the floor. “What are you using a Cyanide for?” He asked, I kept quiet I couldn’t even look at his face. “Amelia, don’t tell me, it is what I’m thinking.” He said again, I tried to open my mouth to deny it, but my emotions betrayed me, I raise my head, tears kept rolling down my cheeks, I couldn’t even stop it. I couldn’t even believe I had gone through too much pain for me to decide I want to end my own life. The look of disappointment he was giving me turned to look of pity. He wasn’t around so he didn’t know what I have been through in the hands of his son. I have been through hell, that I even wanted to end my life so the pain can stop. He took me in his hands and gave me a tight hug, I don’t know why I felt comfortable, this was the first time in my entire life someone is hugging me and it was the king himself. “What happened?” He asked, I tried to open my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t even comprehend a complete word. I just stay in his embrace and cried, luckily for me, no one was in the hallway. After few minutes of me crying in his shoulders, I pull from his embrace. He look at me and hold my hands. “Come with me,” he said and drag me, I had no choice but to follow him, even though I don’t know where he was taking me. He arrived at the kitchen, all the maids there was gossiping about me and slandering my name, they were so engrossed that they didn’t even notice the king and I was standing in the kitchen, till the king made a cough sound. They all move their heads to our direction, they were so scared, they immediately bow their heads to greet the king. “So this is what you do, you slander your future Luna?” He asked, they kept quiet, they were shivering, I could see the bead of sweat in their faces. “Do you want me to call the guards to behead you all?” He asked, I could sense their fear “We…. are… so..rry.” They all apologized together. “You are not to apologize to me, apologize to whose name you were slandering.” He said with his voice filled with authority. They all fell on their knees and apologized to me, I didn’t even know what to say, all my life only the king, has always stood up for me. “You all should leave us.” He said, they all ran out of the kitchen, without looking back, I smiled, for the first time in my life I felt cared for. “So little future Luna, What do you want me to cook for you? “He asked looking at the shelves, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, the king cook for me, am I even worth it? “Your majesty…” I called out but was cut short, with his finger on my lips. I don’t know why, but my body was responding to his touch, I lick my lips seductively, he immediately took his hands from my lips, he acted nervous, to think the king was shy, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why are you laughing.” He asked trying to distract himself from looking at my face, and I look at his face, this is the first time, I concentrate on his face, werewolf has this gene that makes them to stay young, I knew the king would be more than 40 years old but he looks has if he was 18 years old. Fuck what is wrong with me, am I admiring my husband’s father. Gosh. “I will prepare you my favorite meal.” He said bringing me out of my dream land. I kept quiet and watched as he ran up and down trying to make the meal perfect, I couldn’t help but laugh, he doesn’t even know how to cook. When he was done with the food the kitchen was mess up It looks as if two animals fought in the kitchen He ditched the burn plantain on the plate and serve it to me. I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Look ignore, how black or ugly it looks, just have a taste.” He said shifting the plate of food to me. I tried to stand up from the stool I was sitting, but I mistakenly slipped, I almost fall but I was caught by the king. His hands were on my waist, I stare at his ocean blue eyes, I felt lost in them, he was also staring at my face, I lick my lips seductively, he moved his hands and touched my lips softly. I felt a sweet spark, I crossed my arms over his neck and pull him closer to me, and kiss him. He drew me closer to him, and deepen the kiss, He moved his hands and grabbed my breast, he cupped my breast and took my nipple in his mouth. “Ohhh…umm..” I moan softly, I knew having sex with my husband’s father, was not right but I wanted it. I wanted to make a wrong choice for the first time, I gently moved my hands into his trouser and grabbed is dick Fuck is dick is so much bigger that Klaus He wanted to stop “We can’t do this, you are my son’s wife.” He said trying to pull my hands out of his trouser but I wanted it, I didn’t care about Klaus, I drag him closer to me and kiss him passionately until he gave up and kiss me back. He pull my pants and slide his dick into my pussy while grabbing my boobs. “Yes… ummm.” I moan out loudly not caring that we were in the kitchen. “Harder….” I moan “Fuck baby you are so tight.” He grunted while, going in and out of me like a werewolf that he was “What the fuck” a voice came in from behind and it was Klaus We turned our back only to see Klaus standing on the door and watching his father fuck me Fuck! I’m dead!Clara’s POV“Yes,” I said softly, but clearly, my voice carrying through the throne room.“I’m pregnant.”I smiled as I rubbed my stomach slowly, deliberately, making sure every eye followed the movement.“I’m carrying the king’s child.”A stunned silence fell over the hall.“I just found out recently,” I continued calmly. “I haven’t had the chance to tell anyone yet. Not even the king.”Gasps erupted.I didn’t need to look around to know what was happening, I could feel it. Excitement. Shock. Awe. Fear.The elders’ faces lit up as if a miracle had just been announced. Some looked relieved. Some looked greedy. Some looked terrified.The king turned to me so fast I almost laughed. His eyes were wide, searching my face, his breath uneven. If he wanted to speak, no sound came out.Elena was the first to break the silence.“That’s not possible,” she said sharply. “You just married the king five days ago. How can you already be pregnant?”I turned my head slowly toward her, still smiling.
Clara’s POV“Why are you so sure Amelia killed him?” I asked, my voice sharp and steady.“Were you there? Did you see her do it with your own eyes?”Kate opened her mouth.“No… but I know—”I cut her off immediately.“No, you don’t,” I said coldly. “What you know is what you want to believe.”I turned slowly, making sure everyone in the hall could hear every single word.“You said you wanted the person who killed your son,” I continued. “I am standing right here, confessing. Yet you still refuse to accept it.”I stepped closer to her.“Instead, you keep accusing Amelia. A woman who just lost her husband.”I paused, letting that sink in.“Are you trying to use this as an excuse to get rid of her?” I asked calmly. “Because everyone here knows you’ve always hated Amelia.”Murmurs began to rise.“But accusing her of killing her husband?” I scoffed. “That’s low. Even for you.”Kate’s face twisted in fury.“And let’s not forget,” I added, my voice growing louder, sharper, “Amelia is carryin
Clara’s POV“Amelia didn’t kill Klaus,” I said slowly, clearly.“I did. I killed Klaus.”The room exploded into chaos.Gasps tore through the hall like knives. Chairs scraped against the marble floor. Some elders stood up immediately, others leaned forward as if they hadn’t heard me correctly.The king turned so fast to face me that his crown almost slipped.“What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice low but shaking.For the first time since I met him, I saw it clearly on his face, fear. Real fear. Not the kind kings feel for their throne, but the kind men feel when they are about to lose someone.His hand closed tightly around my wrist, stopping me as I took a step forward.“Clara,” he whispered urgently, “don’t do this.”I looked at him.Really looked at him.Those red, tired eyes. The pain carved deep into his face. The way his fingers trembled slightly as he held me, like I might disappear if he let go.I smiled at him.Not gently.Not lovingly.I slowly pulled my hand out of hi
Clara’s POVThe moment I stepped into the throne room, I felt it.The tension.It pressed against my skin like heat before a storm, thick and suffocating. Every seat was already filled. Council elders sat in a wide circle, their faces hard and judgmental. Guards lined the walls, hands close to their weapons. Nobles whispered among themselves, their voices sharp with curiosity and hunger for scandal.Kate was already there.She stood in the middle of the hall, dressed in black from head to toe, mourning clothes so perfect they looked rehearsed. Her veil rested lightly on her face, just transparent enough for everyone to see her grief. Or what she wanted them to believe was grief.My lips curled slightly.Then my eyes met his.The king.He looked terrible.His skin was pale, almost lifeless, as if all the strength had been drained from him. The powerful aura he usually carried, the one that made people bow without being told, was weak, flickering like a dying flame. His shoulders were t
Clara’s POVI opened my eyes slowly.For a moment, everything felt wrong, too quiet, too still. My body felt heavy, like I had been dragged back from somewhere dark and deep. My head throbbed, not in pain, but like something had been fighting inside me and finally lost.Then I saw Fiona.She stood beside the bed, arms crossed, her posture tense but her eyes soft. She looked relieved.“You’re finally awake,” she said, a small smile touching her lips.I swallowed. My throat felt dry.“How long was I out?” I asked, my voice hoarse.“Not long,” she replied. “Since yesterday.”Yesterday.I frowned slightly, my mind replaying fragments, pain, pressure, my bones screaming, Lara’s voice snarling inside my head.Instinctively, I reached inward.Lara was there.Quiet.Too quiet.She wasn’t clawing at my thoughts. She wasn’t screaming. She wasn’t pushing.She was… calm.That alone sent a chill down my spine.“My wolf,” I said slowly, pushing myself up on the bed. “She’s calm.”Fiona nodded. “Yes
The king’s POV “I wrote the rules,” I reminded him. “I know exactly what it costs.”Joe stared at me like he was looking at a stranger.“You gave up your immortality,” he said quietly. “Your life is now tied to hers. If she dies—”“I die,” I finished. “I know.”“Are you insane?” he demanded. “If the council finds out, you could lose everything. your throne, your kingdom your life.”“I don’t care,” I said without hesitation.Joe fell silent.“I am more afraid of losing her,” I continued, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me, “than losing the crown.”The words surprised even me with how true they were.The throne meant nothing without her.Power meant nothing.Immortality meant nothing.“I only want one thing,” I said. “And that is her.”Joe looked at me like he didn’t recognize the man standing before him.“You’re obsessed,” he said carefully.“Yes,” I agreed. “And?”Silence stretched between us.Finally, I straightened, pulling away from him.“Where is Clara?” I asked suddenl







