AMELIA 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!Elena’s POVI wanted to scream at him. I wanted to throw something—or maybe just walk away and never come back. But instead, I stood there… staring at the person I thought I knew better than anyone in the world.“You want to fix it?” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “You think an apology just fixes something like this?”Alex didn’t speak. He just stood there, towel around his waist, guilt etched across every inch of his face.“I defended you,” I whispered, the words tearing out of me. “I defended you to everyone. When people said you were distant, or hard to read—I said they just didn’t know you like I did. I thought I knew you, Alex. I trusted you with everything in me.”He stepped forward, his voice gentle. “You still can—”“No, don’t.” I raised a hand, stopping him. “You didn’t just hide this. You let me make a fool of myself. Do you know how many times I played matchmaker, thinking I was helping my best friend find love—when really, you were just standing there, letting me do
Alex’s POVMy head throbbed like it had been cracked open and stitched back together. I groaned, rubbing my temples as I blinked my eyes open. The sunlight stabbed through the curtains with no mercy.Then I felt it—warm skin pressed against mine. A hand draped lazily across my chest.Shit.I turned slowly and found a guy lying next to me—naked, fast asleep, his hair tousled, lips slightly parted like he didn’t have a single care in the world.The memories hit me like a flood—his hands on my waist at the bar, the way he leaned close and whispered things that made me forget Ethan even existed. The drunken laughter, the kisses, and then… the wild mess that followed here in my room.I sighed and sat up, my body aching in ways that confirmed every memory. Just as I was about to drag myself out of bed, the guy stirred.He opened his eyes, smiled sleepily, and said, “Morning, sunshine.”I gave a half-hearted chuckle. “Yeah… morning.”“You look like you wrestled with a hurricane.”“Well,” I s
Alex’s POVI sat there in the dimly lit room long after Ethan left, still stunned by the kiss, the rejection, and the ache in my chest that I just couldn’t shake. I stared blankly at the wall, letting the silence weigh on me like a punishment I deserved.What the hell was I thinking?I kissed him again. Let him touch me. Let myself feel something I shouldn’t. Something forbidden.I should hate him for walking away.But I hated myself more.I was having an affair with my best friend’s husband. Elena’s husband. And the worst part? I didn’t even want to stop.I didn’t plan this. I never wanted to feel this way. But it happened. And now, every time I see him with her, every time I watch him pretend like we’re nothing, it cuts deeper.I didn’t feel like going back to the masquerade ball. I didn’t want to face Ethan. I sure as hell didn’t want to see Elena, smiling like everything was perfect.Everything is not perfect.I needed to breathe. I needed something to numb this storm in my chest.
Clara’s POVI couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t even breathe.There it was, the head. The man’s severed head lying right there in front of me. His lifeless eyes wide open, his mouth still twisted in agony, and worse—he was staring at me.Right. At. Me.Like I was the one who tore his head off. Like I had blood on my own hands.And hell, maybe I did because my entire body was splattered in blood. My dress? Ruined. My face? Coated. My appetite? Completely dead.The King stood slowly, picked up a white cloth, and calmly wiped his hands like he just spilled wine instead of slaughtering a man. Then he turned and walked out of the dining hall in silence composed, unbothered, dripping in crimson like some damn demon in a crown.I just sat there, frozen, praying the ground would do me a favor and open up to swallow me whole.And then…“Wow,” Elena said, breaking the silence with a cheery voice that made my skin crawl. “That was intense. What do you think the guy did?”I whipped my h
Clara’s POVI walked back into the ballroom, smoothing my dress and trying to erase the image of what I’d just witnessed. But whatever calm I thought I had was shattered the moment I stepped in.And then I saw him.The King.Covered in blood.He stood tall, dominant, terrifying—his powerful frame soaked in deep red that dripped slowly from his claws to the polished marble floor. In his arms was Amelia, unconscious, her head resting limply against his chest like a broken porcelain doll.Every eye was on him.No one spoke. No one moved.The music had long stopped. Even the air felt frozen.The only sound was the subtle drip… drip… drip of blood.“Everyone. Get. Out.” the King roared, his voice dark and primal.The room broke into chaos, no screams, no protests, just a sudden and desperate rush to obey. Guests practically tripped over one another as they scrambled out of the ballroom, skirts swishing, shoes clicking frantically against the floor.Two maids, visibly shaking, rushed forwar
Amelia’s POVThe ball was in full bloom. Gilded chandeliers bathed the palace ballroom in golden light, casting soft glows across crystal glasses and glittering gowns. The orchestra played a slow, haunting melody, and couples twirled like they were in a dream.I stood alone, a glass of wine in my hand, smiling politely at anyone who caught my eye, but the truth? I felt like a shadow.Elena, as always, had outdone herself. Every detail—from the flower arrangements to the velvet-draped balconies—was perfection. It was the kind of event people would talk about for weeks.But I didn’t want to be here.Not tonight.Not when I looked across the room and saw him.Klaus.And not just Klaus.Klaus and Lily.She stood close to him, her hand brushing his chest as she laughed at something he said. She was radiant, effortlessly beautiful—his favorite. The girl who had his heart long before our names we got married.I swallowed hard, the bitter taste of jealousy creeping up my throat.They looked l