Chapter 8-Nia

CHAPTER 8

>>>>>Nia.

Akira's heart raced at the question. She wasn't willing to reveal her true identity. Not only was she from the East, but she was also the Alpha princess of the Eastern pack—the last surviving member of her pure bloodline. During the seven years she had stayed with Dominus, she learned resilience and how to be very calculative. She swallowed hard, choosing to ignore Beth's question again. Beth might be nice, but Akira couldn't trust her.

Beth tried again, forcing an awkward chuckle. “Oh, I get it. Yours might be more heartbreaking than you want to talk about, and that's fine.” She shook her head softly in approval. “You can come to speak to me whenever you feel like it.”

Akira blinked once. That was all. No reply. She didn't trust Beth, even if she had been nice to her from day one, when she was dumped in the slave quarters.

Beth finally let out a small chuckle—well, not really a laugh, just a tired one. “You know, most girls break down once they’re brought here. Most cry, some lash out, and trust me, Nia, I've seen it all. But you…” She paused, studying Akira's face for a moment. “You're like ice,quiet ice.”

With that, Akira was slightly flicked toward her, taking a brief glance before narrowing her eyes again. She wasn't sure if that was supposed to be a compliment or something else.

Beth rubbed her arm, clearly growing uneasy with the one-sided conversation. “Alright,” she said at last. “You don’t want to talk. Fine. I get it. Just…” Her voice lowered. “Be careful, Akira. Thalia’s just one of many. Always keep me posted when she bullies you; I can help talk to Little Madam Lyra to scold her for you.”

Still, there was no answer. Not even a nod this time. Beth flashed her a smile and lay down beside Akira, turning her back to her. “Goodnight, Nia. Get some rest,” she said softly. “Tomorrow will come faster than you expect.”

With that, Akira lay down. Well, she didn’t sleep for long. Each night was filled with heavy thoughts about what to do. She stared into the dark, thinking of nothing and everything at once.

Meanwhile, Prince Dominus stood in his room, stark naked, a goblet of wine in hand as he gazed into the darkness. He was unable to sleep; it had barely been a day since he returned, and it had been a lot to process. The most important thought was Nia, who looked so much like Akira. As he stood still, his mind wandered back to how Akira fell from the ship, and he gritted his teeth in anguish. What had started as a mere plaything had turned into something deeper—he realized he was more attached to her than he had thought. A week without her felt like a month.

Two naked she-wolves knelt before him, their soft hands trailing along the planes of his thick thighs, their eyes filled with lust and mouths eager to devour. After a moment, Dominus walked over to a chair and settled in, filling his goblet with more of the blood-red wine.

The two she-wolves crawled toward him, as if begging for his attention. Apparently, they were; it was an honor to be with the heir to the Grand Alpha king. Once they reached him, one of them leaned in, pressing slow kisses up his thighs. Prince Dominus didn’t speak; his mind was elsewhere.

Next, his hand tangled in one of their hair, yanking her backward before he slowly guided her to the tip of his cock, already rock hard and swollen from anticipation. She chuckled before taking him all in her mouth at once.

A guttural breath escaped him.

He jerked up, giving her more comfort to take it all. This time, once it was in her throat, he grabbed her head, pushing his cock deeper. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped, choking on it.

He pulled back and took another gulp of wine while her tongue worked perfectly, rolling around his tip, teasing and taking him in deeper. Meanwhile, the second woman began kissing his thighs from behind until she grabbed his balls. Her eyes shone with delight as her fingers massaged his scrotum.

Dominus's eyes fluttered shut for a split second as the two she-wolves continued their work. His jaw clenched, both of his hands gripping his nipples while his hips flexed slightly as he thrust deeper into her mouth, then slowed again.

They pleasured him as if they were worshiping his body—one at the front sucking and adoring his cock, while the other lavished attention on his balls with pure devotion. Their mouths and hands worked in rhythm, their lips glossy and cheeks flushed. The wet sounds of their actions filled the room.

Closing his eyes, all he could think of was Akira doing what these women were currently doing to him.

He hissed through his teeth, throwing his head backward to catch his breath.

After a couple of minutes, his grip tightened on her hair, and his thrusts quickened. With one final brutal groan, he released himself all over her face.

The two of them pulled away, standing before him with lustful grins. “My lord, is there anything else you'd like us to help you with?” one of them asked with a cheeky smile.

“Yes!” Dominus settled into his chair, their faces lighting up with smiles. He continued, “I would love you to leave now.”

Both women were surprised. Their grins turned into low scoffs as they stormed outside.

Later that morning, the sun filtered through the windows, casting soft rays across Prince Dominus's room. Finally, he stirred awake, realizing he was late for the council meeting, but the remnants of last night's thoughts still lingered in his mind, especially thoughts of Akira.

Dominus swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the coolness of the floor jolting him into full consciousness. Memories of Akira falling into the waters and the funeral he held for her haunted him. A part of him wished he still had her by his side. He stood still, trying to gather his thoughts before going to take a bath; he couldn't attend the council meeting in this state.

As he approached the door, an idea formed in his mind. He turned the knob, flinging the door open to reveal his right-hand man—Tyson.

“Find me the slave named Nia. Bring her to me immediately!” he announced, and Tyson bowed his head in respect.