Mine to Destroy

| • Dain’s POV

A king doesn’t fall between a woman’s legs—and I would not be the first.

In that moment, when I smelled the most delicious blood in the air like a damned vampire, I wanted to kill anything that dared to make me pause and hunger for it.

But as I turned around and met her clear blue eyes, silently gazing at me—but not looking at me—I choked on my words.

I looked down and saw blood—her blood.

Rage surged through my veins, unfamiliar and raw. My legs moved before I could stop them, and I knelt. 

A king, kneeling. 

Her scent coiled around my senses like a curse, and my throat went dry with something dangerously close to hunger.

Since the millenia I had lived and ruled in Lycos, this was the first time my heart raced at the mere sight of blood.

It disturbed me so much that I closed my eyes and grabbed her leg. She tried to pull away, but for someone as weak as her, it was just a disturbance—one I didn’t have the patience to entertain.

I licked her wounds like a beast tasting water for the first time in weeks.

Until the only thing I could taste was her skin. And once I realized what I had done, I recoiled quickly and continued on our journey. 

But as I walked to my chambers, a burning flame lit up in my body, and I found myself craving for something more. Something wild.

Because for the first time, something other than rage—the kind that demanded I kill everything in sight—was replaced by the urge to claim a rabbit whole.

I increased my pace, and as soon as I reached my door, I wanted to walk in and leave her to her fate, as the slave she had chosen to be.

But my legs stopped moving. I turned to her.

And I did something I was sure I would regret.

But even as her scent was carried away by the wind, the hunger didn’t cease. Instead it intensified.

For the first time, I staggered into my chambers, almost tripping on a step.

“Your Majesty—” Gideon’s worried voice echoed behind me, but I raised a hand and stopped him with a glare. 

He had defied me enough for one day.

“Leave,” I ordered in a rough tone. And before he could say another word, I walked into my room, back straight until the door slammed shut behind me.

I staggered, barely making it to the edge of the bed before I sat down, chest heaving.

“What in the world…”

I looked down. The ache between my legs was maddening—impossible to ignore. Rage and want churned like poison in my blood.

I had only meant to take a quick shower. Instead, I soaked in the tub for hours before finally going to her—without even bothering to dry my hair.

When I saw her, my eyes darkened as I drunk in the sight of her.

Her red hair spilled over her porcelain shoulders, her plump pink lips parted slightly, and her voluptuous figure curved like temptation itself. 

Images flashed in my mind—vissions I wanted to brand into her skin.

‘A woman is a lethal weapon, my son.’ My father's words echoed like a curse.

I gritted my teeth as she knelt before me, docile and poised in her red dress.

“Greetings, Your Majesty,” she said softly.

She chosen this.

Instead of giving her an answer, I brushed past her with long strides and sat on the couch facing her bed. 

She didn’t move, even when I poured myself a cup of tea and quenched it inone gulp.

“What are you doing there?” I asked gruffly, suddenly irritated. 

I heard her small feet pad against the floor as she slowly sat before me, her gaze carefully avoiding mine.

A smirk curved on my lips.

Good. She should know what she was and what she was worth. She should be lucky I didn’t make her kneel beside me like a pet.

“How may I be of s-service to you, Your Majesty...” she asked, her voice trembling like a freightened kitten.

I thrusted a cup toward her. Her surprised expression quickly shifted to anger as she gritted her teeth. 

It amused me more than the severed heads scattered across the battlefield.

She picked up the pot of tea and poured me another cup, but I didn’t lower my hand. When she looked at me, I glanced at the cup.

She caught on immediately.

She was smart.

She grabbed the cup from my hand. Though it was just a touch, I felt her fingers trembling and I chuckled, withdrawing my hand while she drank the tea.

Defiant little thing.

“Relax, I am here for business,” I said though my rough tone betrayed otherwise. She blinked at me, her lashes fluttering in a way that made my lips twitch.

Where had all that boldness gone? The fire she had when she offered herself to me?

Werewolves...always bold untill the moment it matters. 

“So tell me how you intend to prove yourself...” I paused, my eyes trailing down her curves. “...without your body.”

The blush on her cheeks made something in me throb.

I shoved an envelope toward her.

“What’s this?”

“A contract,” I said. “A written agreement for your new role. I don’t need paper to kill you—but I do need clarity.”

She stared. I tapped the envelope again.

She quickly reached for it, glancing up at me a few times while carefully pulling out the document and scanning the connect.

“Your Majesty—”

“Does the eighty nights bother you?” 

“Forgive me for saying this, Your Majesty... it doesn’t bother me. After all, I am that kind of slave. And if it means helping my family, I really don’t mind. But aside from that... is there anything in it for me?” 

She tilted her head to the side, a blush still staining her cheeks—and for a moment I was stunned.

I blinked. She wanted power?

“Check the second page.” 

She obeyed, shocked that she had overlooked it. 

There was a small smile on her face once she was done reading, and I believed she had made up her mind.

But then, she frowned.

I raised a brow. Somehow, I prefered the smile on her face. 

“What? You’re not satisfied with being my unofficial advisor?” 

She shook her head, lips pursed in a small pout. Then her eyes met mine. 

“This page states that in return for submitting myself to you whenever you desired for eighty nights, I would gain access to court information and political power. But as an unoffical advisor, I wouldn’t be able to act on that power. So... how can I become an offical one?” 

I drummed my fingers against the table, intrigued. 

There was no fear. No hesitation.

Just a stubborn glint of determination—a strange zeal to do something I as the king who knows everything doesn’t know of.

For some reason that only makes me want to pull her close and break her so I can pull every piece of information she hides from me.

“Then what do you have to offer me to elvate your position?” 

I was just about to drink another cup of tea when she spoke again.

“A small rebellion is happening in Velmorra, is it not?” She asked in an airy tone, brimming with confidence. 

I raised an eyebrow. She smiled in return and leaned back. 

“What if I told you that this isn’t a small rebellion—but something that will explode soon? And I know exactly how to simmer it down to restore peace in the Five Regions again.”

I squinted at her. 

Doubt stirred in my chest, but the glint in my eyes proved that she was not just talking to save herself, she knew something.

She wasn’t bluffing.

She was going to be useful—not only in bed.

“And if you are wrong?”

“You can punish me and keep me as just a slave. But if I am right, you will promote me.” She replied in a clipped tone, leaving no room for negotiation.

No one had ever dared to negotiate with me like that. And even if they had, they didn’t live long enough to regret it.

Yet she did it, without flinching.

“Fine. West court advisor,” I said. “Impress me—and I might let you live longer.” 

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and I smirked. I didn’t need wait for her to prove herself. I already knew she would. She hated to lose to her enemy, I could sense it.

“Your Majesty—”

“Sign.” I pointed, watching as she beautifully wrote her signature on where it was meant to be.

I was done waiting.

The moment the pen left her fingers, I pulled her into my lap.

She gasped.

“Your Majesty—”

My nose brushed her cheek. Her scent. Her heat.

“I was going to let you rest tonight,” I breathed. “But mercy doesn’t suit me.”

I kissed her jaw.

“From today onward...” I whispered, “You are mine to destroy.”