WHAT THE FUCK

I sighed and stood up from the chair I was sitting in; this whole mate thing is exhausting, and the thought of rejecting Bella was even more unpleasant. A part of me wanted to walk down to the conference hall and finish this, but the other part just wanted to be left alone. Of course, that was impossible because Fernandez here would not let me breathe, and even though I'm his king and he better respect me or I'll have his head, he's been the king's advisor for more than thirty years, so I had a little bit of respect for him, especially since he was the only one there for me when my father died and I had to become king at age seven

He taught me everything I know, and I am grateful for it, but I really need a break.

"I want to be alone," I answered quietly, gulping my fifth glass of whiskey and letting the burning feeling in my throat soothe my thoughts.

"Okay," he murmured in that fatherly tone I admired, and then he exited the room.

"Fuck," I hissed, dropping the glass cup I was holding on the floor, causing it to shatter.

Bella was hurting herself again, and I could sense it.

I don't think she realizes how much pain I feel when she's in pain, but I'd better leave it that way because if she knew, she'd do worse to her body.

"What the fuck!" I snarled aloud as I felt a piercing pain in the pit of my stomach; whatever she was doing to herself was fucking excruciating.

"Shit" I murmured, clutching the office table for support as my head spun.

I tried to listen in on her thoughts, but they were blank, so I called for my second in command, who dashed into the room almost immediately.

"Not trying to kill yourself are you?" He asked in his casual tone, but I gave him a "not the time" glare, and he swiftly shifted his expression from his customary smirk.

"Go check on Bella, she's trying to fucking kill herself and I don't want to see her just before rejecting her" I instructed, and he hurriedly left the room, bowing his head in respect.

When he left the room, I managed to find my chair and sat down, resting my head on the headrest while attempting to labor my heartbeat, which was unusually fast.

'What's up with her?' Leo, my wolf, purred in my brain.

'It's nice of you to join now' I answered, "He's been MIA since I locked her up, refusing to talk to me," but honestly, I wouldn't have been able to face his tiresome whines; he was too easy on her, and I wasn't going to allow him distract me from doing what was best for everyone. I am a fucking king, right?

"Whatever she's doing, fucking hur…." I began to speak but was interrupted by the opening of the door.

Ariana strolled in seductively, wearing the shortest skirt I'd ever seen her wear.

She made her way to the side table and gave me a glare when she saw the mess I had made, then she smirked and poured herself a drink, bending and arching her back in a tempting way, but I just sat silently and watched as she made her way back to me, a glass in one hand and swaying her hips with every movement she made.

She set the drink on the table and knelt down in front of me, maintaining eye contact with a seductive smirk as she began to undo my zippers.

"Not today, Ariana," I murmured, grasping her right hand before she could get any farther.

"Really?" She asked, caressing my dick with her left hand.

"Yes," I answered quietly, but I was already hard.

"You sure your majesty?" She inquired as she swiftly stood up and sat on my lap, letting her pussy caress my stiff dick from my trousers.

She was unquestionably the master of seduction.

She grabbed my right hand from behind her and forced it down on her pussy; of course, she was not wearing any underwear. She then began to finger herself while taking my other hand and placing two fingers in her mouth.

She began to moan quickly, and feeling more turned on than ever, I increased the tempo with my fingers till I felt her almost reaching her peak.

"Don't you dare cum," I whispered authoritatively into her ears as her moan grew louder. I pulled my hands out of her genitals and lifted her off my lap in one swift movement, positioning her body in a doggy style. I quickly undid my zippers and pushed hard into her, not wanting to waste time teasing.

I pounded her extremely hard as she continued to let out loud moans until I was close in climax, then I backed away from her, knelt her down, and maintained eye contact with her as she began to perform magic with her lips till I was all over her face.

I put my trousers back on and did the zippers; Ariana remained kneeling, silently begging for a second round, but I was done, at least for the time being; my mind was clearer now.

"You know I love you Adrien, I don't know why you keep pushing me away," she murmured, sitting on my desk and gulping the glass of whiskey.

"Ever since that poor wretched girl came into your house, you've been avoiding me," she said, evidently referring to Bella.

Great way to ruin what we just had; now my thoughts have returned to the one person I'm trying not to think about.

"You know she's too wretched and weak to be…"

Before Ariana could finish her sentence, I sprang up from my seat and grabbed her neck.

"Until I reject her, she's still my mate, and you'll respect her," I said aggressively.

"Is that clear?" I inquired, and she nodded frantically.

Then I released my grip on her neck, and she raced out of the room, tears welling in her eyes.

Just then Raphael, my third-in-command, dashed in, as if he were being pursued.

"We are under attack by rouges" he shouted.